Patience, my enemy and loving’s my friend

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.

Because there is nobody else, it's gotta be you

Haha, not that many people read my blog anyway.

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.

Dear ---,
You deceiving little bitch.

Pour a little salt we were never here

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.

Such pain as this shouldn't have to be experienced

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.

But I won't quit cause I want more

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 
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• 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!

If we don't kill ourselves, we'll be the leaders of a messed up generation

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'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.

After my dreaming, I woke up with this fear

Here are some delayed photos of my trip from France/Italy/Switzerland. Next to travel will be Spain, England and Thailand, but that will probably happen when I'm 50, because that's when I rely my life on Centrelink, or generous donations from my children. (Anyway, I'll post some more tomorrow or on another day, so stay tuned!)

Like punching in a dream, breathing life into the nightmare

The UTS Open Day was good. I buried myself in the fashion and textiles facility, and was so inspired by flipping through the sample portfolio, as shown above (I'm joking, I'm nowhere near to wanting to become a fashion designer, fashion coordinator, you know? Yeah, you get ma drift) To be honest, I only went for the free food and free items. The only shame was that I came 30 minutes before the closure of the Open Day. But I managed to knick myself some lollies, badges, HEAPS OF BOOKLETS AND PAMPHLETS, and some University magazines (which I thoroughly enjoyed!!) I wanted to go to USYD, but it was an 18 minute walk from the station, and UTS was the closest. But as I was saying, UTS is so gorgeous! I'm extremely jealous of my sister who goes there, but I'm so devastated that UTS doesn't have a dentistry course.