It all changed as soon as I fell in love.

Like a drunk but not

2010-10-06T18:02:00.001+10:30

I'm alive.

Over the past month
I've dealt with a great amount of hurt but once I think through it again, it was nothing compared to things that I had to go through further back.

I've let go.

I've had my birthday.

I've been interstate.

I've taken an endless amount of photographs.

I've found happiness.

I've stuck by my word and will continue to do so.

I've got back on my feet.

I've been frustrated by the fact that there are people who rely on my web log to keep track of my life. Yeah, well, I guess you were screwed for a month when I didn't post, hey.
Particularly, because of this, I can no longer write and post the things I have in past. So, really, that's why I have not bothered posting. People are judgemental in situations that are just not their place to.
This is exactly why this post will not contain anything elaborately and exceedingly personal.

I don't believe I owe an apology to any single person because of this.
Apart of me wanted to write and tell the world all that I've been doing, that I've bought, that I've worn... but, as strange as it sounds, a break from posting was something that I had to do.
This break is something that I will continue to do. I don't even know for how long.
Goodness, I could be up and posting again tomorrow!

But, until then, I thank you and wish you well.
Live long and prosper, bitches.
(I just thought I'd exit with a bit of oomph.)

Every time you let us slip down your list of priorities

2010-09-06T21:52:00.004+09:30

I'm turning seventeen this Friday, September tenth.

Y'know, I've changed so much in the last year and I've made more mistakes than I ever had before.
I persisted and I gave up, I held on and I let go, I laughed uncontrollably and I broke down...

I've recently come to a conclusion that turning seventeen isn't 'a nothing' milestone after all.
I mean, it's after sixteen where you're still that immature little shit that did so much wrong, yet it's before eighteen when you're basically allowed to do everything you're doing when you're seventeen - only, legally.

I initially wrote this following list up on paper with intentions of scanning it, but one of my mates decided to be an idiot and steal it (hence, a lot of things will be missing from this list).
Without further adieu though, here's what so many people seem to be so curious about...

Tuyen's birthday wish list 2010

Books:

Once/Then/Now by Morris Gleitzman
The Dead of the Night (book 2) and onwards of the Tomorrow series by John Marsden
The Resistance by Gemma Malley
Any book that is worth not only reading, but owning

Latest records of:

Lisa Mitchell, Paramore, Michael Buble, Cloud Control, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Sarah Blasko, Operator Please, Boys Like Girls, The Sundance Kids, Mumford and Sons,Vampire Weekend, Florence and The Machine...

Things (all things desperately needed and pointless):

Lomography cameras + film (and lots of it)
A fucking (yes, that was appropriate) hair straightener
Journals - from journals like One Line A Day by Chronicle Books to '365' from Kikki.K. From Listography to the gorgeous leather bound Moleskines...
Justin leather fringed lace up boots
Guitar strap + attachment tabs
Stockings + socks
Shoes
Type writer
Hamburger phone
Apple pie
Macaroons
Cloud Control tickets
Samsung headphones (bloody hell...)
Black felt tip/s - Artline 0.2, 0.4, 0.6 (I buy them excessively... but it's just never enough!)

Things that I won't end up getting for an infinity number of reasons:

DSLR
Digital camera with a decent camcorder function
New guitar
Mahogany ukulele
Paramore tickets
An older sister
Something-I-can't-post-on-my-blogger
Much needed loss of fat
Permanent happiness
Record player
Complete time control

I'm sure there's plenty more from each category, but I'm feelin' blue so I'll stop there.

On an unrelated note,
I went to see Tomorrow, When the War Began with some of my girls and, goodness, I loved the film.
I'll leave it at that or else you'll be reading 'til dawn.

I hope you're all feeling a whole freakin' lot better than I am.
Enjoy tomorrow's weather Adelaidians.
I'm sick of the ever changing forecast...Is there anything in this hectic world that's set in stone?

Class-act

2010-09-01T22:24:00.002+09:30

Emotional break down.

Fuck,
I'm stuck in a rut.

Months have passed and I actually started believing that, maybe, just maybe, I was going to be okay.
More than okay.

But the days continue to wear on and I find myself aching more than ever.

I'm mostly mad at myself.
It doesn't seem to make sense for me to let go of something that I knew I wanted so very much...
But it also doesn't make sense for me to hold on when there's nothing there.

I want to relive moments.
I want to tell people that they can't come and go as they please.
I want to prove them all wrong.
I want to yell and scream that promises are meant to be kept. Accompanied by ongoing profanity.
I want the world to know that I'm feeling no different from what I was those few months ago, I've just figured out ways to hide it.

I'm tired of putting on a brave face when I'm so heavily broken.

Goodbye, winter. I miss you already.
Welcome, spring. Hello, hay fever.

Like the taste of your smile

2010-08-22T17:39:00.001+09:30

Photo post

(After my rant)

Vegans of the world,
My hat goes off to you.
Vegetarians haven't got it even half as difficult as you do.

Being a vegan for forty hours was a challenge, not because I wanted to consume 'animal products' but because I had to be pedantic and obsessively and incredibly careful with everything I was eating...
"Could I have an Earl Grey, with one sugar and a dash of... soy milk?"
"What sort of salad dressing is in this?"
"Is that bread gluten free?"
"Was there any meat or fish in that?"
"What was that fried in?"

I suppose you'd have to be so, very passionate or have some kind of medical issue to be a vegan.
I mean, there's all those heavenly dairy products out there just screaming at you to down 'em!

I've never been too fond of meat. It's just meat. Animal, really.
More or so than ever, I think eating meat is just a habit among humans.
There's no need to live off meat - it's just taking the easy way.

Funny thing is, my decision of giving up furniture for forty hours was more difficult than being a vegan...
I've had two nights of uncomfortable sleep, what, with having to sleep on the floor of my living room.
It was so awkward standing on public transport when there was clearly enough seats for another twenty people.
On my break at work this morning, I sat on the floor while my fellow workmates made me paranoid in asking me if I was "sure there's no animal product in tomato sauce" (yeah... I wasn't thinking at the time).

The thing is, giving up these sorts of luxuries that we have for the Forty Hour Famine is, really, such a challenge because it's things we already have.
I know you must hear it all the time from your 'rents, teachers or whatnot but we really do take so much for granted.
That's the effect of this world wide 'famine' - us fortunate ones come to realise that we have it well off compared to, say, the kids in Nepal.

Thank you to all those who sponsored me!
In either big or small $$, you've made some sort of difference.
If you haven't donated yet, no worries, FIND ME/anyone participating in the 40HF ASAP or donate online!

I will leave you with photos of my outing with the girls yesterday.
Bethany and Kim went without food for forty hours and were such grumps by the end of the day, haha!

The blood in my veins

2010-08-20T17:35:00.014+09:30

You know those white kids who think they're more awesome than they actually are that you see every so often being a nuisance by finding their way through the streets by skateboard?
Yeah. I wanna be the second half of that phrase.

I have always wanted to skateboard.
I had a board when I was a wee little thing - I just couldn't ride it. I never knew how to and the last thing I felt like doing was teaching myself.

I think this is an important thing you should know -
That I wish I could skateboard.

I'd love my skateboard as much as I adore my guitar and would bring it nearly everywhere.
I'd be one of the kids that look like they're going to run amok somewhere... but wouldn't.
Just probably stack it a whore darn lot and cause some damage to myself.

I saw a girl come out of a second hand book store the other day. She hopped on out of the store and put herself on that skateboard. I gleamed at her because I couldn't think of anything else to do to cover for my staring prior to my gleaming.

Yes, it's crucial that you know these things.

...*Adds skateboard to birthday wish list*

The weekend is looking goooooooood!!

Gentlemen only

2010-08-20T17:00:00.001+09:30

Want to play a game?

It's called, 'Judge Me'.

Oh... wait... you started playing already.

The world is populated with (insert rude insult here in plural) that jump to conclusions and make constant assumptions.

Having been on the most hectic roller coaster ride over the past month +, I've come to see that I have some of the most wonderful people in my life.
People that truly care for me and me, for them.
But with that comes the realisation that there are still people out there who are somewhat determined to make your life a living hell.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally - because it is merely how life works - good and bad balances out the world, if you will.
I haven't even dared to merely think that this hurt and craziness has ended. It might jinx everything.

At 20:00 tonight, I'm beginning my 40 Hour Famine pursuit.
This year I've decided to give up animal products and furniture.
I was initially certain that I'd give up food again this year, but I have a 5:45AM shift this Sunday and still want to have my job at the end of that shift, so I actually switched to no meat at first but then pushed myself to go that extra mile and give up all animal products.

The thing is, I only think it'll be that extra bit more difficult because I know the food I regularly eat is in reach and there for my consumption, but the only thing is is that I can't eat it.
Oh, and I'm giving up furniture too because I felt bad for not giving up food.
Good luck with your forty hours too if you've decided to take up the challenge.

A big hello to my latest Followers, Sarah and Selina.
Hi to everyone else too. I hope you've been well.
Take advantage of the weekend... they seem to be passing by quicker than usual and I find myself dreading school more than ever.
I'm going out again with the girls tomorrow and we're going to have the most epic time.
Let's hope the weather allows it.

The city screams and all your dreams go unheard

2010-08-15T23:24:00.000+09:30

Photo post.
Truth be told: I'm still not OK. But there's no denying that...

Last night was mad.

I had an epic weekend.

I love how simply the vibe of a party can completely get you hyped which really just clears your mind because it's all about the fun.

But the fun has to end some time and that some time happens to be tomorrow morning when I have an exam.
I am so deprived of sleep.

Aaaaaaaaaaah! My latest album purchase! Have you checked out Washington? (Excuse the I-partied-all-night-and-worked-all-morning look.)

Before this one was Regina Spektor's 'Far' (finally got my grubby hands on her mesmerising compilation) and I can't get enough of track number nine: Dance Anthem of the 80's.

And before 'Far' was Phoenix's 'Wolfgang Amadeus'. My favourite from there has to has to has to be Lisztomania (thanks for introducing '1901' which I can't get enough of too).

I purchased some macaroons from a stall in the market this afternoon and they were absolutely diviiiiiiiiiiine.

I bummed in Borders for several hours today; re-reading How I Live Now by Meg Rosoff and sipping too-hot English Breakfast.

Know that half the time I'm awake, if I'm not at school or at home and you're looking for me,

Be sure to check in the record store or book shops. Prominently Leading Edge Music/The Muses and Borders. My loves.

What do you compulsively spend dosh on?

FROM A MESS TO THE MASSES

2010-08-14T08:56:00.000+09:30

I wanted you to be the person I told all my secrets to,

But then I realised that you became one of them instead.

Y'know, I'm actually beginning to think that I imagined everything that happened all along.

I made you up. I made everything up.

It was never real.

I ran yesterday. Fuck, I ran like crazy.

I got home from school, got changed and I bolted out the front door.

Nothing daring to consume me but the music pumping into my ears. Because I was running.

Away.

From everything.

Temporarily.

I ran for over an hour from neighbourhood to neighbourhood,

Passing God-knows-how-many vehicles,

Taking the inside roads not caring if I got lost...

It's a Saturday. Funny thing is that I got up at seven this morning.
I had a mug of tea and went walkabout for a while.
I over think the thoughts that I was already over thinking.

Today's going to be a good day.

Tonight's going to be amazing!

I'm going to have the most funnest of funs. I'm going to laugh and dance and go completely ballistic.

...Oh yeah. Then, I'm going to wake up for work the following morning.

We've all gotta give

2010-08-08T15:16:00.000+09:30

So you're gone and I'm haunted and I bet you are just fine.

Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?

Hello new Followers (Alison, Igraine, Alexis, Kimberley and Tony).
Thanks for clicking by, I'm Tuyen.
I'm going on seventeen and am (more than just slightly) insecure.
I have always been a disaster waiting to happen. More or so now, I am more of a mess than ever - hence the ongoing depresso-messo blog posts (I'm not sorry).

Other pointless things about me:
I am fussy with my orange juice (but love OJ nonetheless and will drink any, I will just have a fit about it first), I am not afraid of insects, I like barbecue flavoured Shapes and barbecue flavoured Shapes only, I am a nail-biter, I believe Hayley Williams is an absolute legend, I am deprived of sleep, I haven't cut my hair for two years.

It's been over a week since my last post...
Sometimes it's just better to not let the world know what's wrong.
The world's already got enough wrong with it.

You liar

2010-07-30T23:49:00.001+09:30

That hurt.

Fucking hell. I just want to be over this shit.

Bloody sick of digging myself into deeper holes.

I'm exhausted. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you. Of me. Of everything.

I want to be okay.

But, y'know, despite everything, I still want...

Oh, never mind.

1901

2010-07-26T18:28:00.002+09:30

Things that are getting me by:

- Mugs and mugs of tea
- Ridiculously large proportions of sultana bran
- Filling up my Moleskine
- My film camera
- My hoodie
- My guitar
- Strangers
- Comfort eating

The things above are just painkillers.

There will be a day where a have to go a day or two without sultana bran because I've finished it all or we've run out of milk.

Whether I like it or not, I'm going to have to throw this jumper into the wash some time.

Strangers are great though because they judge only upon first impressions. They won't have a clue who I really am unless I tell them and even then, they won't know my 'story'.
The worst thing about strangers though is that they leave in the end... but that's the same with people you know too.
I don't want people to come and then go because it's so cliche. I know, it's uncontrollable, but it pushes stupidity levels to extremes when someone becomes a big part of your life and they just, eventually, decide to leave.

Things that aren't helping in any way whatsoever:

- Phoenix's album
- Work
- Being behind in school
- My message inbox (perhaps my phone in general)
- Mum's constant nagging
- Not being able to have contact
- Doing things that lead to over thinking/thinking about before such as: showering, homework, running, walking, cooking, blogging, sitting and waking up

Sometimes, it's the things that I have no control over that get to me the most, that just don't assist me in this 'getting over the bridge' thing I'm trying to simply START.

Phoenix, you make great music, which is why I've been playing the album over and over and over... But it's all just so upsetting.

It's pathetic, really. I wait for a text/call/sign-in I know will never come.

I want to talk again. The way did before.

I just hate school. There's no hiding it. I have an assignment that was meant to be a work in progress over a course of two school terms. It's due in a day or two and I haven't started. I won't even begin to tell you what else I need to get done.

Someday it'll lead me back to you

2010-07-20T19:01:00.002+09:30

...It's finding someone who you are able to tell everything to so easily.
Even the supposed difficult things are made simple.
And then, although they know of all your mistakes, weaknesses, insecurities and flaws
They still find that you are completely amazing.

I was more than amazed.

But it wasn't good enough. It was short lived.

I deserved more than empty words and promises though.

I hate myself for still caring about you,
All the while knowing you don't give a shit about me.

Yeah. That's right. You! I'm not fucking okay!
...I hope you're feeling better than I am though.
Uggggh, I miss you...

I was looking through my journal yesterday, you know, the second one
And I only saw, only yesterday, that you had written in your name as 'My Whorebag'.
I laughed. Then I cried.
Funny how this is the only slightest form of communication I have with you now.
...Fuck, I pity myself.

YOU ALWAYS HAVE A CHOICE

2010-07-18T08:25:00.002+09:30

Fucccckkkkk, I just want to sleeeeeeeep...

Am I meant to be feeling this empty?
Oh, thaaat's right! How could I forget?! I put my heart out there again and it was completely thrashed.
It's at your front door. Fair sure that's where I left it.
I wonder when I'll come and get it.
...I wonder when I'll be brave enough.

The way I bolted out your door that afternoon because there was no other way.
The way you said goodbye.
How we embraced that one last time.
How you looked me right in the eyes and said you'd contact me soon.
I let myself trust you wholeheartedly. I wanted to believe you more than anything - and I did.
I nodded in understanding, sad to be leaving
And then you closed the door.

I walked home that afternoon not letting my fingers part from my lips.
I cried half the way out of guilt, but I hadn't felt so alive for so long.

I waited for you for more than a day.
You never showed.
At your front door, you gave me an empty promise of saying that we'd talk real soon.

In a perfect and fair world, I'd be with you right now.
Literally, right now.
At this very hour of 7:30 in the morning, I'd be with you.

But you said it, life's a bitch and there's nothing you can do about it.
This is how it has to be. This is what we HAVE TO do.
There's no other option.

What I'll miss most is our way-past-bed-time, rambling conversations.

Maybe even more so, I'll miss the way we called each other the rudest names without ever being offended.

Or how you would constantly ask me, "guess what?!" and get me all hyped up only to find out that I was "gay".

How did I manage before this? What was I doing before this? ...Who was I?!
I won't bother you anymore with my nonsense, but please know that I'm here.

I told you everything about me and the details didn't bother you.
...Maybe that's what was so appealing.
Having someone that understands me through and through.

Despite the fact that I feel played and completely torn,
I still believe that a boy as incredible as you deserves every tiny speck of happiness.
Either you didn't see that in me or you made a mistake,
But you'll find/know what you want eventually. Or maybe you already have it with her.

Caring about someone in this way isn't about making yourself happy, because it's selfish.
It's having the courage and will to let them go because it's what they want. Because it's what will be better for them in the long run. Because that's how much you really care. Because it's gonna make you stronger.
I suppose that's what you're doing for her by letting me go.
I just have to be happy with that, because I can only control the things I am able to have control of.
No point stressing over what I can't control.

I'm sorry for everything.

The Messenger will be on your doorstep in a couple of days. I'm already half way through. Thank you. It's as good as I hoped it'd be.

Please excuse my absence over the next couple of however-long-I-feel-it'll-take-me-to-be-okay-to-be-back.

You don't deserve a point of view if the only thing you see is you

2010-07-16T22:25:00.002+09:30

I had the wackiest afternoon. Ever.

It was exhilarating. Gosh. So incredibly exhilarating.

Adrenaline rush level was WAY up there.

...My stomach's still tossing even now.

Ughhh, it's all such a beautiful mess. Y'know?

A couple of days back, I was tagged in a game called, "Twenty things you didn't know about me" by one of my Followers, Ellen. Thanks so much for this, sweets!
Rules are as follows:
1 Fill out twenty things on a blog post that most people don't know about you.
2 On the same post, make sure to include the rules and link back to the blog that tagged you.
3 Tag the people you would like to know twenty new things about.

Firstly, I'd just like to say that twenty is a lot!! Having previously been tagged in one of this chain, blog games (or whatever you wish to call it), I struggled to find even seven things about myself that were worth posting about.
Also, I will be posting details that most of my Followers don't know. So to all you Adelaidians that already know these things, I apologise in advance that this might'n't be much of an interesting read to you.
But screw all that, here goes...!

1 I have two brothers. My older one is 21 and younger one is 12. Extra fact: they're both a pain in the ass.
2 I like girls with red hair a lot more than it practically matters. I don't have any friends with red hair though which is strange... (more on that in the next post!)
3 I never kept up with the World Cup. I'm more of an AFL (if anything) girl/person/giraffe.
4 I play the ukulele, guitar, piano and sing.
5 I have never had my ears pierced.
6 I've had specs since I was five.
7 Stereotype all you may (or may not), I am not interested in going forth into a medical career path.
8 I used to want to be Officer Jenny from Pokemon when I grew up because she rode a motorbike, had blue hair and had a Growlithe.
9 I am a waitress at the Hilton Brasserie, breakfast staff. I am inviting you to stalk me.
10 I collect lace... I was going to say all things lace, but it's all the rage right now and 'all things lace' are a bit pricey. I drop by craft stores frequently and purchase meeeeeeeeeeeeetres of that gorgeous material!
11 I love film photography and studied it last year and am again this year (in fact, I just finished a roll of film today!).
12 My most favourite male actor is Jake Gyllenhaal. Yummo!

13 I still visit the music store and used to buy music albums compulsively. I had to stop though because I started spending too much on this. Confession: today I bought Phoenix's album Wolfgang Amadeus.
14 My favourite cartoon television show is Charlie and Lola.
15 I have been overseas to San Fransisco, New York, Denver, Colorado, Paris, Holland, Germany and Singapore.
16 The Fray's 'how to save a life' and Avril Lavigne's 'when your gone' are absolute tear jerkers for me. Ah.
17 I always need something touching my lips when I go to sleep - even just softly (now now, don't think dirty).
18 I am completely and utterly useless at maths and any kind of science.
19 I have developed a slight obsession with lingerie/stockings.
20 I want a motorbike license but haven't even bothered to learn for/get my learner's driver's permit yet (I was eligible to last year).

I honestly want to know twenty or a couple of things about any of my Followers or a passer-by.
So really, YOU'RE IT!
If you would be nice enough to leave a comment or link me to your blog post of twenty things, I'd be so glad to read it and know the little details about you!!
But if not, we're still cool.

Big hi to Bort, my newest Follower!
I also love the rest of you lovelies as well.
I hope everyone's taking good care of themselves!!
(School is back so, very, incredibly soon D:)

P.S. I finally bought a pair of biker jeans...! :D
Well, that's awkward... I sure like touching my face...

When our hearts align

2010-07-14T01:00:00.000+09:30

I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE.

But when have I actually really been entirely certain about something in life? Something that lasts.

I'm so frustrated! I'm confused, upset and disappointed. I'm hopeful, wishful and selfish.
I'm feeling all sorts of things but the only thing I'm not feeling is sure.
I'm not even sure that I'm sure that I'm not sure!

This post has been stuck in my drafts for a day or so and I finally have the courage to post it. I am able to finish it.
It's how I'm feeling. It's how I am right now.

I just totally screwed myself over. I TRIED, okay?!
I tell myself that this time, this time, it'll be different.
This time I won't fall again, I won't bother with the male species.
But what happens when you've come past a boy that you realise is wonderful in so many different ways?
What can you do other than fall? It's uncontrollable. Emotions like this aren't planned!

...What happens when there's no hope at all, though. There's no hope ever.
For anything. Ever.

I mean, why hope anyway?! Life fucks you over in one way or the other... sooner or later.
Who, well and truly, is allowed a happy ending after life itself??

I don't know. Can someone just please help? Please?
Figure this out for me. There wasn't ever any hope in all of this.
And now I'm just stuck in this viscous circle...

Fake

2010-07-11T12:03:00.000+09:30

All-nighters. They're always the same.
You think it's a good idea while going through it and then it hits around... ten in the morning(?), you start to get dizzy spells, your legs feel heavier than ever before and every moving thing seems to pass you in a blur.

It's all probably common sense... but I'm still going to advise that you
DO NOT PULL AN ALL-NIGHTER IF YOU HAVE WORK AT 5:45 THE NEXT MORNING*.

I think that says it all.

I am going to go die in my bed now.
Hopefully I'll have a decent post up soon. When I recover.
Oh, and, I feel okay.
I'm happy.
...Though, with what I'm doing to myself, I don't think it'll last.
I want it to though.

I truly hope that all of you lovelies are a-okay and smiling. Enjoy your holidays while they last!!

P.S. Hey Whore Bag. Yeah. You know who you are.

*Especially if you're waitressing.

If you don't, then please just say so

2010-07-09T20:45:00.002+09:30

Day five: To someone that pesters my mind (good/bad)

This is the way things are and you have to be okay with that.

Evenin'. I sure hope you've had a swell day.

First thing I'm going to tell you (yet again) is the I'm sorry. I'm sorry for becoming some kind of unneeded nuisance in your life.

You might'n't see how amazing you are, but I do. I hate this.
Don't leave... because I can't deal with that right now. Not ever. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I don't really have much to say because I'm quite sure I've said it all before.
...I've already said too much anyway. Writing this is just too much.

From the girl that wants to leave everything and be ok,

Tuyen

Five letters done and dusted. That also means that it's Friday!
Holidays are going by much too quickly and I'm wasting away at home.

Hello to Jody (hey gorgeous), my 101st Follower.

Back to normal posting later tonight/tomorrow/the next day/when ever I feel like posting again.
I really haven't been okay lately and I just want to say that I appreciate the few comments you lovelies leave 'cause they mean more than you think. Also, to all the people that ask me, "how are you?", thank you so so much but I am honestly not at all comfortable talking about it.
Blogger is just a place where where everything escapes from my head and, with that, there is no need for me to answer back to anyone and no force to elaborate (further) on however the heck I'm feelin'.

Smile.

Tell me it's more than enough

2010-07-08T21:54:00.002+09:30

Day four: To myself

You bloody idiot. What the hell are you doing to yourself?
You just totally put your heart on the line again, didn't you learn your lesson last time 'round?
Great. You're gonna stick with what you're doing too aren't you?

You're just digging yourself a deeper ditch.

You're only gonna fall harder.

You're way out of line here. Just stop everything you're doing.

You're way in over your head and really not helping anyone.

You know what? I'm sick of you making the wrong choices.
Why can't you just do something right for once?
Aren't you going to at least try in chemistry? The design industry isn't going to do you any good because you're not even that great!
...English, you say? Journalism, perhaps? Yeah. Good luck. You'll need it.

...Maybe stop being too mean to yourself now. Let's see... what's good about you?
Your hair's pretty long. Good job with that.

Be ok soon, Tuyen,
Tuyen (haha).

The lists throughout this post are ones I've written up in my journal.

You have no idea how many curse words this post had originally started out with.
I've been pessimistic today and I'm not sorry.
Though, I do hope everyone is smiling, eating well, loving, and enjoying what's left of the holidays...
I love you guys.

{ What a freak... }

Get your dance shoes on

2010-07-07T18:21:00.000+09:30

Day three: To my dreams

Hi. Where were you last night?
Were you being considerate because you knew I was so tired you didn't show? You stood me up, dreams.
I suppose I should thank you, though, for being thoughtful... but I think I wanted to dream last night.

My friends and I often talk about you. Whether it's my dreams or their dreams.
We've all found that we have this one thing in common with our dreams and that is, as long as they're not entirely ridiculous, things we dream eventually happen just by coincidence. Massive déjà vu... trippy as.

I hate it when I get the dodgy ones though. You know, the ones where I haven't a clue what they mean! What is with that, seriously?
What did it mean when I kissed that boy?
Or when there were no clothes at all in my dresser or cupboard?
Who was that girl with the blue eyes last time?

Nightmares are just bad dreams, so surely, you have control over that.
I'd really appreciate it if you could tone down the nightmares involving birds A LOT.
Dead birds especially.
Also, you know the one where there's that scary looking guy chasing after me? Don't think I didn't notice that you're making me dream that every couple of months or so. That's just sly.
I'm sick of kidnapping and murdering guys chasing after me/my family...
Particularly.. could you not make my nightmares feel too real? I don't mind the dreams, make them feel as real as you please ;D

...Could I actually just not have nightmares at all? That'd be swell!

From the girl hoping for an adventure tonight,

Tuyen.

Hi all! That was so much fun to write! Extremely corny, but I amused myself a little.
Everyone had better be taking care of themselves!! Come over and I'll make you a mug of tea.
People on holidays, do you realise that it's Wednesday already? Which means tomorrow will be Thursday... and then Friday! Then after the weekend, we've only got a week of holidays left.
Ugh.

So damn easy to love

2010-07-06T22:17:00.000+09:30

I've finally hit a hundred Followers and there's really no one else to thank but you guys. Hi to my 100th Follower, Helen and 99th, Joanne (I can't seem to link you)!!
Thank you so so so so much. I absolutely love you kids.
It's still so surreal thinking that people on the other side of the world are reading my thoughts and whatnot.
I haven't got anything exciting planned, so I sort of apologise for that.
I hope everyone is well, safe, happy, healthy and prepared for a pretty lame blog.
IT COMES FROM THE HEART DUDES.

Day two: To the person I wish could forgive me

Waddup, freak.
I miss you, you know. It's no secret either, but hey,
Remember back when you would say hello first? When you bothered to say hello at all?
You would announce that you missed my company, asked me what I was up to, if I needed a hand with my homework...
You weren't ever not there.

We were best friends and I suppose it only worked that way because we didn't go into detail.
We didn't know every single thing about each other, but that was good.
Then I went and made a choice, something that I was forced to do. I'm sorry.
But I can't say that I regret the decision that I made, because it was a lose-lose situation.

I feel like you're being so stubborn! It's been years and you just won't budge. Stop holding that grudge against me, man.
But then again, when I think about it for that little bit longer, you have a pretty legit reason to be this way towards me.
I've apologised so many times but it just never seems to be enough for you. I don't know what else to do.

We've started talking again recently. Like, actual conversations... but I know we both know that it's not the same.
The vibe's still there, but you're just not letting me in.

We were best friends. Remember that? Don't you miss it too?

From the girl that wishes she could go back in time,
Tuyen.

What is making him worth the while?

2010-07-05T14:24:00.004+09:30

I was writing up this post and then I realised that it was in a letter format.
I am now going to have five days of letters on this blog.
Hoping everyone is well and truly happy. Stay warm/cool/healthy.

Day one: To someone I loved.

Today is a new day. Today's a different day.
I'm a different person.
To my first love,

Who do you think you are, making assumptions the way you do?
You're not the bigger person here, dear. I am.
Stop rummaging for a reason to end all this because there was honestly no need to. It was already finished.
Your words don't scare me anymore, I'm not afraid anymore because 'us'? We were long gone.

You're so rude for doing this the way you did. Were there blueprints? How long have you been scheming this for? Did she help out?
Making me jealous wasn't going to have me running back, fucker.
I'm done with this and I'm going to be ok, so suck on that.

You're a heart breaker (that's it in a nut shell) and one day I'll find someone who treats me well.
Look me in the eye and tell me you never loved me next time you come past me.
I'm still loving, just not in love - and just not with you. I love the people close to me, familiar places, certain objects, past memories...

Despite all the hurt in our difficult love, I really did love you uncontrollably... to an extent where I didn't care about anything else. Nothing mattered.
We were good. I was naive, my hopes for us were way up there.
It's fallen apart for real this time. Neither of us are coming back.
I want to thank you for letting me make my own mistakes. Without you I wouldn't be who I am today.

But I've realised now that
I'm better than this.

From the girl you had once loved too,
Tuyen

I know you, you know me

2010-07-01T22:07:00.003+09:30

Before I go overload with the emotions, happy July and I'd like to say hello to Vivan and Ellen who recently started Following (thanks lovelies).
I'd like to say hi especially to Ben. So, hi Ben. You had better have studied.
Oh and the rest of you kiddies too. I wouldn't dare forget.

Can I just also mention that tomorrow is the last day of term two?
Rhetorical question by the way. My saying of that was inevitable.

So much time and effort is put in just to make a situation happy. It's shortlived and comes crashing down ten times quicker than however long it took to build.
I thought it'd work. I really did.
God knows how the fuck I fooled myself.

If you know me at all, you'll know that I'm an over-thinker.
How do others make it seem so easy? I wish I could just simply close my eyes and shut down... forget. Be more than just ok.

I really don't want to talk about it. There are people who don't listen and some who actually don't even care - all of these people may not even be able to understand what I'm on about the majority of the time anyway (I mean, can you even keep up with me now?).

Blogger is where I let my thoughts run wild.
People I have never met read my nonsense and sometimes even him.
I used to be afraid that he'd look on here, but now I really wish he'd lurk. I know it's kinda low but I want the world to know how much love can hurt. How much he can cause this hurt... but how much I can too.

I want to be brave enough for love.
I want to wake up one morning and feel the difference.
Freedom from this heavy heart.

We were together for so long. I know him better than anyone could ever know him.
We stayed with each other through thick and thin but things have gone overboard.
I don't want to love him anymore. I don't want to hurt anymore.

Please.

If you're there, don't you dare come to me and tell me that I didn't try

Because I really fucking did.

I can't set my hopes too high 'cause every hello ends with a goodbye

2010-06-30T19:55:00.000+09:30

I've made a new friend. I know, that reads as corny as it seems,
But hey, it's someone who has made me realise that not all males are the same, a person who is genuine and just all that a person really should be.
It's so surreal. I'm amazed.
You probably haven't a clue what I'm saying.

To be honest, I've been away for so long because I was hoping that every day I were to not post, I would receive more and more comments/answers on my previous blog.

Thank you to those who answered, it was very sweet and it's nice to finally know some of you!

I have plenty to tell, but now's not the time.

I hope everyone is well (I've got a terrible cold) and happy.

Holidays are within an arm's reach, I'll be posting so much you'll get sick of me.

I'm lost and weird without you here

2010-06-22T21:35:00.002+09:30

The new semester of school has just started which means mid-year exams are overrrrrrrrrrrr.
I have started design and photography class this semester which I'm extremely excited about but also nervous - how am I going to get work done on time??
Also, I will soon (hopefully) be dropping chemistry... 'hopefully' because I have Asian parents, y'get the gist.

By the way, I'm overexcited by the fact that I've almost hit a hundred Followers. Oh, how I love you kiddies.
I should probably do something awesome - I mean, like, more awesome than what I already do. Which is really nothing. Muh. Maybe I should do a giveaway.
To win,
Like,
...A packet of skittles or somethin'.
I kid. We'll do something fun, but the thing is, I don't really get a lot of replies from you anyway! Out of a 90+ Followers I only get comments if I'm lucky. LEMME KNOW YOU'RE THERE BY COMPLETING THIS...

Hi! My name is...

I am ____ years old.

I like...

I love...

I loathe...

Right now...

My favourite colour is...

Hey! Imagine how upset I'd be if I didn't get any replies. Poor little loner of a Blogger who has close to 100 Followers (it doesn't really make sense).
Though, in all honesty, I'd love to hear from you guys because it's this small way for me to know you (Tuyen, you corny loser... that wasn't even well worded... just leave...).

I will leave you with photos from last Friday. Good day, good day. HURRAH FOR FRIDAYS.

P.S. Does anyone remember playing this game when they were still a youngin? If so, what is it called, because not being able to remember the name is absolutely doing my head in!!

Oh, hark

2010-06-19T17:32:00.001+09:30

Everything written in dot point form without the dot points

At my internet cap for the month,
Won't be able to post for a few days,
One thing to share for now,

Shotgun

Your mind cannot hold the idea of how excited I actually am

I love you all
Take care
I'll be back soon with a better post

Some things, they just sting enough to move you along

2010-06-12T13:58:00.000+09:30

Songs you drive to, songs you break down to, songs that get you up, songs you have when you imagine you're making a music video while you're strolling through town. Kelly Sweet is a musical genius.

I'm not really okay, but I'll survive. Next time I burst, I'll be sure to sign into blogger.

Happy weekend everyone! A special hello to Alexa.

I ended up finding out when exams really were and they're actually actually actually on the coming Tuesday.
The time I am spending writing this post and have been changing my blog layout, I could have been revising.
Buutttttt... That's really not as fun and I'm sure we all know that.

Thouuuughhh... This really is only going to be a short post because sometimes we've got to do the things we don't want to do.

Over the course of the past couple of months, I've been procrastinating. With something other than Facebook and Blogger.

I've actually only got twenty pages or more to go in this notebook and I don't know whether I'll feel accomplished or utterly devastated. The 'little black book' is only branded Picadilly, which I adore but I'm still wanting to invest on a Moleskine... or two.

Back on the topic of exams though, yesterday was my study day (for those of you that haven't a clue, grades ten and eleven were provided a day off from school to prepare for the forthcoming mid-year exams). I spent, probably, four hours of my day studying.
I also dropped by Andre Ursini's newly opened 'cucina and polenta bar' down Frome Street with two of my cousins.
You Aussies may remember Andre Ursini from season one of Masterchef! He was such a down-to-earth guy and it was so nice to him to come out to, personally, come and have a chat with all the customers (including us!) since his restaurant had only opened on Monday!

{ Andre Ursini }

{ My cousin and I }

{ Bruschetta + air dried beed }

{ Polenta + truffle + mushrooms }

{ Macaroons - Lemon + strawberry + ganache }

{ "Cookies and cream" - panna cotta + biscuits }

It was such a lovely dining experience. Really casual but under control. I couldn't leave without saying thank you! Those desserts were heeeeeeeeeeeavenly.

I, sir, am going off to go study now. Until then m'lovies.
(Thank you for the few kind comments in the last post)
Take care!

Everything in a rush

2010-06-10T21:25:00.002+09:30

Today's all in a haze. I don't remember half of what I did today.
I haven't been sleeping. I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

I want to be happy.

No one seems to get it.

Why should I make my problem somebody elses?

I thought love was black and white, but it was wrong or it was right

2010-06-01T17:50:00.003+09:30

ALAS, WINTER OF 2010 *Tuyen gleams*.

Quick updates because I have to go study and do homework (and end up procrastinating):
- I honestly don't know when the mid-year exams are. Rumour has it that they're quite soon though.
- Work at Hilton Hotel is a pain in the ass with a boss like mine.
- I have given my key card/bank card/ATM card (call it what you will) away to a fried for safe keeping as attempt to save, save, save and I think I'm going to die soon.
- I'm barely coping.

A shout out to one of my most favourite people, Martin (fartin' who likes go-kartin'). It was his birthday yesterday! Everyone say aaaaaaaw. "Aaaaaaw".

Klarysa's dinner party

...Was on the Saturday night that just went by. I had a swell time despite my arriving late, leaving early business (I had a 5:45AM shift the very next morning!!) it was really good to have some time out with the girls again away from schoooooooool.

{ Klarysa, Jennifer and Beth }

{ Beth, myself and Jennifer } { That Italian strawberry ice dessert was epiiiiiiiiiiiiiic }

{ Alice, myself and Kim } { Beth and Klarysa }

{ Klarysa }

{ Alana, Kim and Jennifer }

{ Kim and Beth }

Ok. Fun's over.

What I do too often:
*Has a random bright idea* OH! I'm going to write about that on my blog!
*Signs in on Blogger a couple of hours later* ...What was I going to write about again?
I'll be back with something more fun than what this post has been, faster than you can say, "Miley Cyrus is my role model".

P.S. A massively massive hello to my newest Followers Long, Cindy, Tin and Tahlia!

I hope everyone is well and smiling!

I know you can't come with me

2010-05-24T20:04:00.000+09:30

Leaving what you always knew enforces change.
I'm one of those kids who try their best to prevent change, but life continues to alter.
Despite my super power of being able to clap majorly loud (so irrelevant... slap bet that you cannot clap louder than me!), change is inevitable.

Good things fall apart so much more than they come together.

You're blind with love. Yes, it's possible.
You're over obsessed. Fix it. You can fix it.
Get your priorities right, don't be all hatin' on me.

Things have changed since only last year and we've held on to something that wouldn't last.

Friends should only have one definition but it seems as though there are those certain people who yearn to be popular, to have that wider circle of "friends".

Referring to Facebook, friends are merely who you choose to add as friend or not add as friend, whom you chose to accept or ignore. I am quite the Facebook junkie and it is probably one of my top procrastinating activities (along with playing the guitar, online shopping, blogging, searching up other blogs...), but I only (ONLY ONLY ONLY) accept people I know.

Confession alert: A slightly over the top thing I do is go through my friends list and delete those that I've only ever spoken to once/see once every blue moon. Thanks for sharing Tuyen. Moving on...

"Friends" is the sort of friends I'm talking about here. It's the only friends people actually have. Those you see often, speak to often... And this is not speak of weather or school work, it's REAL talk. It's conversations. It's talking about things as simple as your latest purchases to having those d'n'm's.

Just two days ago, I was asked if I was friends with this girl. The person asking me probably didn't have a clue, but the key word in her query was 'friend'. The girl she was asking about have probably talked once or twice, so I just told her that I knew of this certain person.
People you know are people you know, I don't think they can be generalised into friends.

I mean, I'd honestly like to know, what's your definition of a 'friend'? Are you one of those people with 900+ people as Facebook 'friends'? Do you really need that many people on your MSN list; do you even see/talk to/know half of them? Or are your friends nearly/as close as family?

Well! That was a major rant (and there's a high chance that the majority of it didn't make any sense).
And will you just look at that! I did it with only one profanity: bitch(ing). Hah.

I'll be back when I can! Better be taking care of yourselves freak-os.

She lives in a fairytale somewhere too far for us to find

2010-05-20T12:01:00.003+09:30

A blog post. This is it.
This is what you've been waiting for (probably not, but it makes me feel that little bit better if we all just pretend this time 'round).
I could list every darn reason why I've been gone for so long, but reading my last few posts really sums it all up.

I am better but I am not whole.

I kept my promise. I am not the girl that burdens people with my hurting. I am keeping that promise.
Despite the blogs you see from just less than a month ago (goodness, I've been gone that long?!), I don't go walk abouts telling people of my disappearing love life.

You know what? I'm okay. I'm alright.
Because I have the greatest of mates and they make me smile and forget temporarily. That's good enough for me. I do have love in my life, yet missing that one sort of love I had before.

I know it exists.

My parents prove that, my grandparents prove that...
Dennis and I prove it. We prove that it exists but doesn't always last. We prove that love exists. I don't care what anyone says. What we had proved it all.
You prove it too. Right now? Some day? You can prove it to those who don't believe in love.

--------------------------

Yes, it's a Thursday. Yes, it's the afternoon. Yes, I should be at school.
I'm stuck at home with (what I hope is only) a common cold. A very bad common cold.
And also a very sore eye... but God knows why.

Here's a few photos, just 'cause I've been ranting too much:

Formal night - Friday, 23 April

{ Andrea, Hien, Xuan, Kylie, Sarah and myself }

Alice's sixteenth - Friday, 07 May

{ Tinkerbell, Ozzy Osbourne, Little Red Riding Hood, Wenda (Where's Wally/Waldo's girlfriend) and Wilma Flintstone }

{ PASS THE PARCEL }

{ Overexcited Alice... In Wonderland }

{ Amy Winehouse and Audrey Hepburn }

{ Best party bags ever }

{ Ho ho ho, trippy... Where's Wenda? }

{ Kim's gorgeous shoes to match her gorgeous self in Little Red Riding Hood apparel }

I will be back with something. I don't know if it'll be worth reading or not because I have yet to figure out what I will be back with.
Also, I most definitely haven't forgot any of you. I have come back to my Blog to stay updated with my blog roll very very often.
In the course of being absent from blogger though, I thought I'd lose Followers, surprisingly enough, I am able to welcome Lily and Ellen. So... Welcome!

I absolutely adore all of you. I hope you're all taking care of yourselves (oh, such a hypocrite, yes I am).

P.S. Please let me know if posting images this size is much too large.

I don't remember you looking any better, but then again I don't remember you

2010-04-28T03:01:00.002+09:30

It's closing in on three in the morning. The immediate assumption is that I am finishing off some sort of an assignment,
But that's not it.

I'm wallowing.
Wallowing over everything.
In a pool of self pity and hate.

Yes, I agree, it's sad, but fuck that.
I'm done with caring.

Wipe that disgusted look off your face, surely you feel just as bad on some occassions.
If you have nothing better to do come sit and wallow with me, I'll make you a cuppa.

Besides,
I hate sleep. I just hate it more than usual tonight.

Please note that in the state I am currently in and the time of night/day (whichever you prefer) I haven't a clue what I am saying/typing and the following paragraph will most probably not make any sense whatsoever. I do not apologise for 'these sorts of Blogs' as I am not catering for an audience, merely typing up my own thoughts. Pretty sure that's why you would've clicked 'Follow' in the first place and it does say something like that in my Profile (thank you) though if you don't like it, kindly leave. That's what they all do in the end.
Everyone just leaves. Nothing lasts.

Thank-yous go out to Flora and Kylie for their kind comments in my previous post.
Kylie, in particular, as I still don't know if I'm doing the right thing, but thank you.

Maybe it's all for the best, I just don't see any good in this

2010-04-25T22:52:00.001+09:30

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars,

I could really use a wish right now...

Airplanes by B.o.B featuring Hayley Williams

How much can one's heart really take...

Everything is different. Every single darn thing.

It's cold and I'm feelin' empty. I don't want to be like this.

I need someone, and deep down, I know that someone is you.

Someone tell me I'm doing the right thing,

Someone tell me that I'll be ok.

I can feel you breaking but I've got to take care of myself.

You're too late,

It's too wrong.

Your love doesn't live here anymore

2010-04-18T22:12:00.004+09:30

Hello all you gorgeous people. Special hellos go out to my latest Followers: Alexis and Hannah.

Blog post details: I pinky swear that I will not mention anything about the Adelaide earthquake (apart from this bit right here) because I am honestly sick and tired of hearing about it by now. Yes, I was freaked out. No ,I did not join any facebook groups referring to it. No, I did not buy a darn t-shirt saying I survived it. Suck it up, Adelaide.

Posting delays? Well, a lot of shit has been plopping into my life (disturbing pun intended):

Cow shit, chicken shit, giraffe shit, Adelaide-Crows-can't-play-for-shit shit, male shit.

...That's a bit gross.

After over two years together, Dennis and I have split. It all became too much and times had changed, we had changed. My heart's just tired of breaking. I could elaborate, but I won't. I am ok. I will love again.

...I want to just rant on about everything that I'm feeling so iffy about but I can't,

Because people start rumours and crap like that. Pro of having anonymous Blogs: people don't know who the fuck you are so they can't say a darn thing.

On a completely non-ex-boyfriend-related note though...

11:11 has never worked for me (let me know if it's worked for you! I would like to know!).

I get my hopes up every time just to be let down not only by 11:11, but people themselves. Ironically enough, it's the people you care most about.

Nothing works out the way you plan for it to because 'life' is always getting in the way... though what you're trying to control is life itself. People do what is unexpected. Humans' capabilities to lie, cheat and be so inconsiderate and cold continue to amaze me. Though, it's the good things too, like how much we are able to love so wholly, cook such exquisite meals, write fantastic books...

Too often have I heard that 'time heals all', which I believe is true, but it's just a complete pain in the ass. I'm tired of waiting. Referring to my stats of 'regretting' I will most probably regret saying this, but for the situation I'm in, I want change. I want it so bad.

Again, change of subject:
School is back soon and I am dreading it like a maniac.

I have been spending waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much kachingas $$ and need to work out a budget... of some form. But spending means purchasing and purchasing means having and having means blogging about the purchases that were spent on in order to be had.

Once I get my head around... everything, I will share and post formal deets (insert exclamation mark here if you wish).

Final fact: I am an over-thinker.

Doo doo ba da ba ba

2010-04-13T10:23:00.003+09:30

In short:
I have been at youth group camp for the last four days.

Youth group camp is an occasion which I long for and await every darn year.
'Jesus camp' (if you must) is spent in freezing weather in tents and... wet socks.
I have some of the greatest friends in my youth group and I would not be the person I am without them. I love, appreciate and adore every single one of you more than you'll ever know.

Enough with the gooey, sappy shiz.

How am I? I am ok.
I am exhausted for Jesus camp and need more rest, food, water and dry socks.
In other news though, I am in desperate search of my formal dress!
I also need to stop putting off holiday homework. Help!

And also, I have not forgotten you,
Welcome to 'Attiie Miilkkk' (I can't seem to link you with anything!) and Diana (you must check out her Blog).

I am off to do something productive. Bad post, I know, I know. I'll be back when I can.
Here, though, is Lisa Mitchell's 'Clean White Love'

He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it

2010-04-05T18:56:00.000+09:30

We are brought into a world of ignorance.

No matter how hard I try in all aspects of life - whether it be family, schooling, love etc. - it all comes crashing down on me in the end.

Good things are unacknowledged and are unaccounted for. Us humans recall tragic memories more than happy ones, everyone seems to recognise the bad things - that is why newspapers sell. It is as though the world revolves around war, murder and any other shit you can come up with (it shouldn't be too hard).

I want to say that I don't give a fuck anymore, but I do (hence the Blog). I suppose... I wish I didn't give a fuck anymore.

None of it was ever worth the risk

2010-04-01T21:27:00.002+10:30

Puh-lease! I know you. You look for pity. I pity you alright, but not for the reason you want.
You can have it all, you just don't try.

Ladies and jellyspoons, I present you with:
The Nerd Archives.
...No, seriously, if you don't click that link, I won't post any more.

The Nerd Archives is a wondrous Blog; amusing, down to earth and written by Christopher.
I haven't a clue who this witty boy is exactly, but with what I've read
He swims, is on the track team, openly admits that he is a nerd... now only if he played the guitar.
Will you click it now?!

Merry April Fools.

Two years ago, in grade nine, I had the most amazing teacher (EVER) and he was my home class teacher. The man who just hit thirty, though looking much older, is incredibly funny, and you know what? Is pretty much of a nerd himself (hey hey!).
He was/is my teacher crush. 'Was/is' because he transferred schools and decided to go off and earn a couple of extra bucks as an English coordinator.

I died.

But I'm ok now... sort of. It's very difficult for me to talk about him.
(Oop, there goes ten Followers who think I'm creepy! Thanks for stickin' 'round, lovies.)

Enough about him. The story is that two years ago he fooled an entire class with one of the greatest pranks you could really give your students.
Tell me, what is better than early dismissal (days-off don't count, because that's just flippin' obvious)?
"..I suppose it doesn't matter because of today's early dismissal anyway."
All: "...What?"
"You girls haven't heard?"

So, he's rambling on about how the school's electricity is acting up and gas vents had gone loco.
Telling us text messages had been sent out to inform parents that students were finishing at lunch time and that everything was basically sorted for us.
Some were jumping for joy because they didn't have to do 'that test' for 'that subject', some were planning to go out after school and whatnot.
And then
"APRIL FOOLS!"... Followed by one man's roar of laughter.
...With that followed by twenty eight girls' raging.

Speaking of early dismissals...
Today was the last day of term one (that relates to early dismissals because we finished at one in the afternoon)! At long last, I'm free... For two weeks...
From school, but not from the 'rents. Meh.

Today was the last day to cash in for formal tix. I did it.
Thank you to you lovelies who left comments and advice (trust me, it helped with my decision a lot more than you would think).
I will be going with a partner and am longing for a fantastic night with the girls.
Now... the dress...
Will post about it once I actually find the damn thing.

That is all for now. As a Catholic I've got a whoooooooole lot of church and mass and church and mass and other Jesus related things ahead of me.
If I don't get back in time, I wish you and your family a happy happy happy Easter.
And if Easter doesn't post any kind of interest for you, just enjoy the long weekend!

P.S. The Nerd Archives.

How did you know that I couldn't be what everyone wanted to be

2010-03-24T18:31:00.000+10:30

Thanks for clicking 'Follow', Jessica! Good afternoon lovies.

To attend or not to attend?

The school senior formal is approaching and I still haven't made up my mind.

...Well, I did make up my mind and that opinion changed... And this just goes on again and again,

Then I realise I'm not actually deciding anything at all.

I've drawn up a list of pros and cons in my head but it's all sort of balanced yet leaning to the 'no' side at the same time.

I don't know whether or not I want to go or it's just hearing the girls (basically every single darn girl) ramble on about it...

Sometimes, I think, occasions as such run based on peer pressure (take in that I said 'sometimes' and 'I think').

If I don't attend the senior formal this year, I'll have my chance in a year's time in year twelve.

I'm not really the sort of girl that would spend a gajillion dollars on a dress just to wear it once,

Let alone load on powder and what-not, walk on stilts and basically make (that much of) an effort.

I am having difficulties on the 'love' side of life. I would rather not bring a date if I attended but then the boy (or whatever he is) will get offended and he really wants to go.

That brings up another point, what is the point of pushing myself on to the formal with a date who, may or me not, be clinging on for the whole few hours I am there. Not to mention the after parties.

What a drag.

So, I need YOUR help. I know I'm going to regret it if I don't go though at the same time, I'd regret going and spending a gajillion dollars x two.

Tell me of your experiences, tell me if you will go to yours when ever it is, advise me with useful advice and what ever else you can think of to get me to go or to not go.

Because I am really so very stuck (please, with a cherry on top).

The only way to really know is to let it go

2010-03-20T17:28:00.000+10:30

The world will end in five minutes. Ie, you have five minutes of your life left to... to do what?
I've been sitting here for five minutes, thinking about what I'd do with my last five minutes and I can't think of a rational and appropriate way I'd spend it.
But who in the world would care about rationality and appropriateness when you're about to die anyway?

Hello everyone! Also a special hi to Dee and all you cheeky private Followers.

I've literally been tossing and turning night after night because I was yet to post another Blog... being this one.
Right now, I'm merely ranting about nothing because I only have nothingness to rant of.
I'm certain that I have new purchases of books, clothing and whatnot to share but I'm just not in the mood for that and also I'm ignoring my camera (thus, I can't take pictures of what I've bought).
It takes only half-decent quality photos and I don't think half-decent photos are any good. Photos have to be amazing or they're not.
My measly camera only has six megapixels which, years ago, used to be a reasonable thing. Though when I did purchase it in grade seven, I chose it for it's colour not for it's quality. So young (it is a dark blue... I don't even like blue).

I don't want to write sad, broken-hearted-girl Blogs anymore... for now? - though this will probably change by tomorrow.
Momentarily, I feel tired. Just tired.
Realising that there's a moment in life you just become tired of chasing everyone and everything.

It's a Saturday and it is just past five in the evening.
I wasn't rostered on for work this morning and thank God, because tomorrow? Well,
I'm rostered on for a 5:45AM shift. Joy.

Today, while continuing with my nothingness of a Saturday on the WWW I came past 'The Alexa' bag from Mulberry - Of course inspired by the lovely Alexa Chung herself!
I just think that the bag is absolutely stunning. It's a shame that it's completely out of my price range though.
It's good to dream!

The other week I was at the shops. I was content. I was shopping. I was content.
Then the shop radio decided to play Justin Bieber. God help me.
I think I almost died... Almost. I'm quite sure people were freaked out by the girl who was blocking her ears, little did they know, the little girl was just trying to find a way to exit the shop.

I have been lacking inspiration for my Blog. I will return with something worth reading, I promise.

On an unrelated note,
I would like to say that I absolutely adore you all for keeping up with my Blog.
Tolerating my awkwardness, inappropriateness, angst, mood swings, abrupt disappearances and anything else that's terrible that you can think of.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
(Can anybody smell the suck-up?)

P.S.
Despite how much I hated her new do she had to take up (more or so 'cut off') for The Runaways I think Kristen Stewart has been looking divine lately.
Please also note that I am not in any way whatsoever saying this in a twihard sort of manner. Kristen Stewart is just gorgeous.

Anything we have known, anything we've forgotten

2010-03-16T17:35:00.004+10:30

A special welcome to Eli and Holli, thank you for Following!
And to the rest of you lovely people, hello hello hello! It's been just less than two weeks.

It will sort itself out, all that I've been worrying about that is.
In the time I've been gone, a lot has happened, highs and lows but I don't want to write about this.
I have returned to announce that I recieved my copy of Kina Grannis' album in the post a couple of days ago (it is more than amazing) and that work + school + all the complications that come with my life is really doing my head in.

The day after I let you guys know I was going to be absent from Blogger for a short while, the school held the annual athletics carnival.
The night before that I was tossing and turning, contemplating whether or not I could/should go considering that I had stayed home from school that very day because of... everything
I made my way over to my Beth's place the next morning and the girls and I were at the park just on time...

PHOTO SPAM!

(Credit for many photos goes out to Beth (the one with the butterfly in her hair) and her amazing SLR.)
(I am the one in the hat/with glasses.)

At the end of the day Hartzer took first place, Xavier losing by JUST FOUR POINTS.
Maaaaan, was I pissed...
We'll be bringing home first place when the swimming carnival comes along though...

I am so glad to have posted a Blog - though it might'n't have been too exciting -
I've missed you all/writing more than I let on.
I will be back again posting again some time soon.

Hoping you are all well, laughing 'til your stomachs ache, coping with work/school and on your way over to Kina Grannis' website to purchase her album!!

Delicate

2010-03-04T15:17:00.006+10:30

Circumstances change but it's the moments we do not forget. We do not dare to forget.
Pinky promises are legit.
I'm so sorry, baby...

When people ask why I started this Blog I answer with the fact that I was happy, simply loved writing and wanted to share.
Really, I was head over heels in love, hence the URL and Blog title - it is as simple as that.
Things are complicated now. Similar to my last post, I just need time, I need to take a breath and find myself.
Though the thing is, I don't know what will happen with my Blog.

This morning I had... no one to wake up for, as though I had no purpose and couldn't find it in myself to make it all the way to school.

It's a shame that doing what is right is not what is in everyone's best intentions, that we make decisions for the long term rather than what is now.

Enjoy Dear John, Remember Me, Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland and everything else you plan to watch/get up to.
I genuinely hope that everyone is well and I will be back when I can.
I am very grateful of and adore every single one of you, you have no idea.

One final note,
I would appreciate it if you actually know me in person, you do not start rumours and query the wrong people about what is going on as you are not in a position to be butting into another person's (mine) life. Thank you.

I don't need your mess

2010-02-28T15:02:00.001+10:30

Writing gives me a chance to share, express and often escape,
But escaping, hiding, running from all the difficulties that life brings me has not got me anywhere.

I'm afraid.

There are times when we have got to do what is right, not what is best.
Differences between right and best are not always that obvious and that's what makes it that extra bit puzzling.

Time is wasting, I need more.

It's just difficult to really know for certain that I am getting my fair share of joy.

I'm going to take a break from Blogger for the time being.
Please stand by, I will be back when I can be back.
I hope to not be long at all.

You just assumed that you were the one I needed

2010-02-27T19:30:00.000+10:30

I would have posted this breaking news earlier...
To be precise, I would have posted this Blog on February the 23rd but you should all know I was having layout difficulties with my Blog
And I also don't like posting Blogs too closely in time with each other (so the secret is that I scheduled this post to be posted NOW! Oooooh, trippy hey?).

I have been in love with Kina Grannis, her voice, her song covers and her original music for roughly a year now and the day I have been waiting for relating to Kina has finally come!

Her official album 'Stairwells' has FIIIIIIIIIIIIIINALLY been realeased!

(Fyi, the story as to why her album is called 'Stairwells' is a pretty story.)

I regret not pre-ordering her album but my copy is now on its way to my post box.
Despite my injured leg, I was squealing and close to jumping for joy because I (at long laaaaaast) ordered my own 'Stairwells'!!

I am currently lusting over other Kina merchandise but also, I've stopped the continuous listening of Vampire Weekend's music (for the time being) so I can tune my ears into Kina Grannis' music.
I know I said my copy of 'Stairwells' has yet to be held in my hands,
Kina has made available a music player which allows you to stream her album for free up until March the first,
So get it quick!

Now, hop on over to www.kinagrannis.com not only to have a listen to her new album, but to order your own copy of 'Stairwells'.
Though, if you're going to need some convincing as to why owning Kina Grannis' album is so freaking awesome, then maybe you should watch the video of her, in all her loveliness, below :)

And now I know just why you would not come along with me

2010-02-27T12:43:00.002+10:30

Welcome to Melinda (hi, Mel! I miss you, love)!
Just thought I would let all of you out there know that I have given up on the idea of that past blog layout/skin.
Despite the fact that this layout and everything I've done to it seems bland, it's easier to maneuver and I am used to it.
Simple.

Pet peeves

"Your" and "you're" and similarly, "there", "their" and "they're".
I think offense is intended when I say that I don't understand how kids in high school or are seniors for that matter can get these terms mixed up.
Their (yes, THEIR) definitions may be slightly similar, though, you know, if you put the wrong term in your sentence,
Your entire phrase makes no sense whatsoever!
For instance:
"Hey man, look over they're."
"How was you're day?"
I believe the majority of we tiddlies know the differences, but those who don't,
Your error bothers me gravely.

I have the (amaze-o) casual position job of waiting tables and, sure, everything is perfectly fine most of the time.
What makes me itch in places that are impossible to reach is when plates and bowls are stacked incorrectly.
Yes, there is a method as to how these things should be stacked - this rule applies at home as well.
It is really just plain common sense:
Larger plates are set at the bottom and you stack from largest to smallest,
Same goes for bowls.

This next image speaks for itself:

Whether it is done by hand or electronically on the PC,

I go skits when there is only ONE word in a line of text!
Writing up essays in Microsoft Word is ok because I can expand the size of he page to make that one word fit,
But when writing in class this pet peeve of mine is just inevitable.
Yes, it bothers me when I write my Blogs too, but life goes on hey?

Paranoia fills me when the window in the car, or any vehicle for that matter, has been positioned
All. The. Way. Down.
I don't even like it half way.
I don't like having the window opened over half way in a moving or stationary car. No no no.

This was meant to be an amusing Blog rather than what I have turned it into as quite an angry one.
Hah, I suppose just thinking of those things bother me.

Oh, one thing that I'm sure applies to so many of us is when you hear the sound which seems to replicate the sound of sharp nails scraping across a chalk board.
Boy oh boy doesn't that give me the shivers/goosebumps...

What are your pet peeves? What seemingly little thing makes your skin crawl?

I actually, very much, would like to know!

Voted most likely to end up on the back of a milk box drink

2010-02-25T13:37:00.001+10:30

Brief(ish) update!

First of all, bear with me as with this new layout I have no idea whatsoever as to how to get the comments up and running.

If I don't come to a resolution then I will switch back to the original layout.

I was pondering over a chat box but like I said, just bear with me for the while!

After several months of deliberation I finally purchased my own copy of The Book Thief by Markus Zusak and let my eyes set on every page, every word.

Let this novel be the fourth I've read that is set in times of Nazi Germany.

A big thank you sent out to Katrina who suggested this wonderful novel oh so long ago!

Contemplating over tickets to Vampire Weekend's Contra tour, I have been listening to the tracks tirelessly and my brothers despise this kind of music.

Which makes it so much more enjoyable for me to listen to -

Knowing that they're suffering. Of course I'm a good sister, what are you on about...

More on music, I have (at long last illegally downloaded and) got my hands on some tunes by Sarah Blasko.

There is the familiarity in her music because it's so similar to Lisa Mitchell's,

Which is a wonderful thing, of course. It's all beautiful. Music is beautiful.

Oh, isn't that silly! It's one in the afternoon! What in the world is Tuyen doing at home posting up a Blog?

I've injured my leg and my life long dream of having crutches has come true (that's another story)!

I've been in this state since last Sunday at five in the morning when I woke up ready for work. Hopping out of bed, I could barely stand let alone walk.

Specifically, I have been diagnosed with something nerd-sounding: tendinitis.

If you want more details about this 'tendinitis', Google it as I don't have any further info for you,

All I know is my left leg is rather sore.

My mum hasn't allowed me to attend school because paranoia has filled her with the assumptions that some girl will kick my leg, I will trip or something that probably wouldn't happen...

Have you heard the news about Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart?

Despite my truthful allegations of no longer being a twihard,

This is one of those things that seem to have bothered me constantly.

True or false? That info is all over the WWW.

I hope that all of you are more than just ok!

Though if you're not...

If that didn't get a single giggle out of you,

I suggest you click on the newly available tab up top that says 'Blogs' and check out all that are there!

You'll wake to find you're a little unbroken

2010-02-23T16:17:00.000+10:30

I did post a Blog earlier today but I deleted it and will re-post later on.

I am giving this new layout a go but the thing is I can't seem to find the html code for a comments section.

I will post again once I figure this frustrating thing out...

I remember what you wore on our first date

2010-02-14T01:08:00.000+10:30

I have been listening to Kina Grannis' 'Valentine' endlessly!

Happy Valentine's Day!

So, relating to this special day, I recently saw Valentine's Day
Which, to be honest, I wasn't too keen on seeing.
It was Dennis' and my Valentine's Day date (because I'm busy today, the actual day, because it's also Vietnamese new year...) and we were actually meant to see Percy Jackson etc. but the bus didn't come!
We ended up settling for Valentine's Day.
(Keep reading, I promise there are no spoilers.)

Awards for Valentine's Day (as discussed by Dennis and Tuyen)
Hottest dude: Bradley Cooper
Hottest lady: Jessica Alba

Funny how four people from The Princess Diaries were cast for Valentine's Day. Four.

Valentine's Day?
Yet another overrated all-star cast film - which was actually the reason as to why I didn't want to see it.
I rate it two stars... and a quarter.
Funny thing is, Dennis and everyone else in the cinema seemed to enjoy it so much more than I did.

I love love love Dennis and we had a simple yet lovely day.
Love is best when it is simple.
(Unfortunately no photos to capture the day in pictures, my camera has disappeared!)

Tell your Valentine I said "hello!".
I truly hope you have the most romantic day,
Though I'm not one to think that Valentine's day is all chocolates, roses and teddy bears,
If you are unattached, enjoy the day with people that you love, the people closest to your heart.

I am in love today and I have been with the boy I love for over two years.
It's one in the morning on the fourteenth of February.
Again, happy Valentine's Day.

Whisk me away, I'll be yours for a day

2010-02-09T21:30:00.003+10:30

PHOTO POST

Summer of 2009/2010 has been eventful, upsetting, fulfilling, heartwarming and very hot - God bless Australia and it's absurd weather...
Though I may be talking of summer in past tense, this dreadful season is not over yet - not until the end of this end month! Come quick, March!
What I mean by summer of 2009/2010 is really the school holidays, summer beginning in December of course.
FYI: I dream of a white Christmas, I cold ass one. Every Christmas, I wake with disappointment. Hah.

For me, the new year started rather... interestingly.
Differently.
As the days wore on, I realised how much I was doing wrong,
The continuous and repetitive mistakes I seemed to be making, digging myself a deeper hole.
But then again, things got better, I got better.
It's never the things you do but the people you do it with.

I still haven't worked out whether completing this project was sad or something to be proud of... considering the fact that I spent about an hour of my New Year's doing it... I built the (...an)

Eiffel Tower

Time went on and the holidays passed quickly... Much too quickly...

Dennis

Family

Beth's sixteenth

(Image credits go to Beth and her SLR!)

Australia Day

My little brother... Ugh.

Back at school

Nhi's sixteenth

Playing charades - Nhi being a rock

Believe me, ladies and jellyspoons, I have a countless number of images that have captured these memories.

School is a drag. I haven't been doing my best, but I'm determined to start getting my head into those text books - though I should have been doing that the first day back.

I'll be more fun in the next Blog. I won't be long!

I hope you haven't forgotten me, because I surely haven't forgotten to remember you lovely people.

So is it better to tell and hurt, or lie to save their face?

2010-02-07T15:49:00.000+10:30

For the first time... this year, I apologise for the sudden shit Blogging.
I've disappeared for almost a fortnight(off the face of Blogger) and I'm sorry.
I have my reasons, but who wants to hear a list of excuses?
That main thing is that every time I sign into Blogspot, life gets in the way and I just end up adding to my pile of Blog drafts...

A BIG, CHEESY-SMILE, WELCOME TO:
Kate, Nicole, Bee (love you, freak. Check out her Blog, it's remarkably down to earth and just plain honest) and all those 'Follow Blog privately' kids!

Just in case you're like me and tend to read a Blog without checking out the awesome-ass comments people leave,
In my last Blog I commented that my favourite songs right now would actually have to be
'I will follow you into the dark' by Death Cab for Cutie
And 'Perfect Day' by Matt Hires.
Oh, and maybe
'Clean White Love' by Lisa Mitchell
And 'Turn it off' by Paramore.
I don't know, it's always so hard to just select one song out of the five hundred gazillion trillion million there are...

I will finally start and finish... somewhat of a Blog request from Katrina (amaze-o Blogger).
And I must admit, receiving a request, I did feel extra special :)

PRIDE AND SHAME

- Ten of each

Pride:

1 - You are mistaken, sir. I may be Asian, but my hair is this natural brown with that weird tinge of... yellow. I haven't always liked my hair but I am proud of it as something I didn't really have any control over because it's different. Unique.
2 - Book lover rep.!!
3 - I am proud to be over all the Twilight craze. I am proud that I think obsessive Twilight fans are completely over the top (I'm sorry to say you're never going to marry Edward Cullen, you idiot).
4 - I work at almighty Hilton Hotel.
5 - I've taken up playing the guitar!

6 - I have no piercings.
7 - (I am Asian and) I despise/am no good at maths.
8 - I am in love.
9 - I am patient. Patience gives a person peace of mind. Some time, mid last year, I waited four hours for a bus to come, story of my life.
10 - I come from a great family (immediate and extended. They made me the person I am today).

Shame:

1 - Relating back to number 3 in 'Pride': I was a twihard for too long.
2 - I am Asian (not meant to offend, I just don't like being Asian).
3 - I got my first pair of heels last year and have only worn them once - I am seventeen this year.
4 - I cannot multitask.
5 - Sometimes I hate my parents.

6 - I cannot draw.
7 - (I am Asian and) I despise/am no good at maths.
I figured that, for this, I shared both pride and shame. Both ideas relate back to my family I suppose.
Being utterly useless (almost) with any form of math proves a point: that I will never walk in my older brother's shadow, nor have I ever planned to. Though, I feel shame because there is always that strong expectation from my parents sitting heavily on my shoulders.
8 -I have not Blogged for nearly two weeks. Or maybe it has been two weeks - I lost count.
9 -I am scared of rubber bands... I mean, I'll use them and whatnot (though I would prefer not to), but if anyone stretches it the slightest bit too far while with me, I will freak out.
10 - I have tried and tried and triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied, but I cannot stop biting my fingernails.

Not knowing where this actually could have been categorised in, I would like to point out the pride and shame of making mistakes.

I suppose I'm proud of it because it's how I learn life's lessons.

Though, there is that shameful side of it - no one likes making mistakes,

Yet, we're all prone to it one way or another (sorry to bring you down, hah!).

...And might I add that I find it so amusing that the term 'Asian' was used a ridiculous amount of times in this Blog.

Thank you for requesting this Kartina.

It was difficult (seriously, I did this over, basically, a week... ('shame')), but worth it and fun too!

I promise, promise, promise to have a new post of very soon!

I have much to tell.

I hope you are all well.

(Oh yes I di-id. I rhymed, foooooool.)

I just want to be so much

2010-01-24T19:19:00.005+10:30

I'm sure everyone's well aware of the sudden/past Owl City frenzy(?)
While searching for new music early last year, I discovered Owl City and I have to admit, at first, I wasn't quite sure of the whole idea of electronic/pop.

A couple of days back, I came past an artist who goes by 'Lights'.

Currently touring with Owl City, Lights seems to be becoming more and more all-the-rage every minute.
If Owl City (finally) got onto the charts, surely Lights would!?
Though, I'm not all too smitten for all music that's on the charts...

Lights, birth name is Valerie (I know right?!) is not only STUNNING,
But she has that edge in both personality and music.

Her music is AMAZE-O done acoustically - though maybe that's just me and my borderline liking to electronic/pop.

P.S. I haven't forgotten your request, Katrina!
Work has been a complete pain in the butt for the past two days and I'm rostered on for Monday morning (tomorrow), which is much more strange that it seems...

My current favourite song is Saviour by Lights -It was a piece of cake to learn the chords on guitar,
Now I've just got to get that strumming pattern going. Like a heartbeat.
The majority of my playlist is filled with the music genres indie/pop/rock/punk (and electronic if you count Lights and Owl City.).

What's your favourite song right now and what genre of music do you tend to lean towards?

Russelllllll :D

Try to speak but nothing's coming, nothing I could say to make you stay

2010-01-21T19:26:00.004+10:30

NOTE:

The contents of this Blog post are very, very, very, very, very, very... EXTREMELY, book related.
I can't help it if I'm that much of a book-nerd. Appreciate, yo.

In just over a day, I finished reading
How I live now, by Meg Rosoff.
Borders has been having a sale on Penguin published books for a couple of weeks now and I am so glad I picked up this one.
There is something about old love stories set in times of war that I find so compelling.
This one was a short read, though I was once again devastated with the fact that I had finished another novel.

I absolutely love this photo.

What with my new job, I can now finally buy my own books.
I loathe libraries for their collection of books (duh), though what I hated just that little bit more, was having to return every single book I take on loan. UGH!

The only Borders, book store in Adelaide has surely been around for a peachy amount of time, though I discovered it three years ago.
Since then, there was not a single time I was ever in town that I would skip a trip to Borders.
...And every time, it is always a long visit. Dennis gets sick of it much quicker than I could ever imagine I would.

I have recently picked up,
The Penguin editions of:
'Everything is Illuminated' by Jonathan Safran Foer,
(After seeing the film just yesterday) 'The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes' by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (what a mouthful),
'How I Live Now' by Meg Rosoff,
And 'Usage and Abusage' (: a guide to good English) by Eric Partridge.
'The Memory Keeper's Daughter' (at long last) by Kim Edwards,
'Jane Eyre' by Charlotte Bronte,
(After not seeing the film and not planning on unless the novel is half decent) 'The Lovely Bones' by Alice Sebold'.

I can't even elaborate on how jealous I am of this.

I know of one other person who has caught this disease of compulsive consumption of books!
Though I want to know if there's anyone else out there (really, anyone who Follows my Blog or is just passer-by), though I'm sure there is!
'Fess up, you book-a-holics.

If you're definitely not at all a book sort of person, when was the last time you read a novel (TO ITS VERY END), because I always find it amusing when people say they haven't read a book...
- "Since I was in high school"
- "Wth, dude, the only books I read are my text books - and only when I have to have to HAAAAVE TO"
- "The closest I get to books or reading for that matter, are porno magazines"
- "The closest I get to books or reading for that matter, are fashion magazines"
Ha, if you think of anymore excuses, leave a comment!

A couple more things,
I FINALLY bought Lily Allen's 'It's Not Me, It's You'. Finally, finally, finally.
Seriously, it's like I think repeating words over and over and over and over will make this Blog seem so so so much more hip...
I purchased a Quirky Circus branded shirt from Myer. Quirky Circus has the loveliest (or maybe quirkiest. Hey, hey, hey?) collection.

I own a version of The Very Hungry Catepillar! Always will love it.

Lastly,
My long witch hunt has ended.
MY EXPEDITION IN SEARCH OF
Very delicious raspberry twists is now over.
I am delighted to say I have bought a five dollar packet of raspberry twists from a Blackeby's candy store which will probably last me two or three days.
Maybe, nearly a week if I apply self discipline.
I also now know where I can get fairy floss without the waiting for the Royal Adelaide Show or Santa's Magic Cave to come around every year!
One of my besterestest friends HATES candy and never eats it - chocolate isn't candy, I think licorice is torture and white chocolate is a test.
What is your favourite sweet?

Too far from where you are

2010-01-18T22:12:00.001+10:30

What is meant to be will find its way.
Besides, I haven't changed,
I'm just... broken.

I'm putting on a brave face every morning, hoping that it will stay, forever.
It never works that way, 'cause when I go crawling to bed hoping for sleep,
It all comes rushing back.

I was nothing but a minor complication for you.
I started getting off track, only making things worse.
And now you're gone, there was nothing for you to move on from because there wasn't ever anything for you,
I was the one who had to move on.
Who is moving on.

I will come to terms with this, somehow.
Sure, I'm ok,
But there's still a part of me that still wants that simple, yet not so easy, "yes".

Tagged by the weird and wonderful, Kylie (do visit her Blog, it's beautiful),
Below, I have put together, somewhat more weird than wonderful, seven facts about myself.
It is then my job to tag seven other people who will then repeat all this task.

One,

There are many, many, many days that I would rather buy new books than clothes.

Two,

I could listen to artists like Lisa Mitchell and Kate Nash endlessly.

Three,

My room is honestly the messiest girl's room ever (note: messy, not dirty, ugh).

Four,

I check the fridge constantly even when I'm not hungry or just bored.

Five,

The only soft drink I like is coke.
When I do drink lemonade (Sprite etc.), even though I don't like it... I become what kids become when they have too much red cordial.

Six,

I love it when the prospect of getting out of bed in the morning isn't a problem.

Seven,

I got my first pair of glasses at the age of five.
I am now contemplating over contact lenses.

YOU'RE IT, FOOL! I tag you, so off you go and reblog this, though with your own seven facts.

Smile, lovies.

I got rostered on for work on a Tuesday (tomorrow) at 7am. That is the shiz.

Hold me where the nightmares cannot find me

2010-01-14T14:59:00.001+10:30

It's taking everything in me to refrain,
I've got to keep it all caged inside.

When I hear your name, I fall again.

The only reason why I don't want to stay home now is because all I do is wallow, mope and sulk.
Self pity comes with the realisation that I've got to take a step and move on from all this shit.

We've (my brothers and I) have hit our net limit for the month.
Now, I know I say this a lot. What it means is that if we go over our 'limit' we're going to have to pay sooooo much extra - it's happened before...
Dad wasn't a happy chappy.
So because of this, I won't be posting frequently for about eight days... from home.

I can't stay home, I've got to get out,
So hopefully I'll be staying over my cousins' and use their internet to Blog or somethin'.

A big shout out to one of the most loveliest amateur home cooks on earth,
Beth.
Happy sixteenth, love. I'll see you tonight.

The thing is, I still don't understand. I fucking know I'm stubborn and you've already given up because you don't care, but I care. I care. I care!

That's enough.
...It's probably not, but it is for now.
Love is so fucking bittersweet.

I hope you're all smiling.
If not, get better soon.

I waited 'til I saw the sun

2010-01-10T16:06:00.007+10:30

A waitress' viewpoint.

Well, work was a bitch today.
We had eminently over three hundred customers today - and it's just an ordinary Sunday!
Today's numbers were almost as much as the holiday season (Christmas and New Year's).

Before becoming a waitress, I treated waiters at restaurants as... how do I say...
Like they weren't equal. (Ugh, that sounds bad. But I don't really mean it as bad as it sounds.)

Once I was hired as a waitress, I realised how very difficult it was.
Not only was it no picnic (literally) to stay on my feet for seven hours (literally),
But there are so many people that treat us waiters like crap. Like we really aren't equal.
Like they're a higher being than God!
But i suppose they probably do have more money if they're eating breakfast at the Hilton.....
Though my point is that, we are not only waiters who are willing to assist you at are very pleasing salary (haha),
We make dirty jokes at the back in the kitchen, we go to the toilet when we feel the need to, we rehydrate ourselves because of the constant non-sitting...

All the while,
We refill your drinks, keep the buffet going, set and re-set your tables with a very, answer to your every query, extremely polite tone in which we don't actually always speak in because WE'RE ONLY HUMAN.

By saying that I am risking getting a plague of comments telling me that 'it's my job' (or not, because I never get a plague of comments, haha).
I know that it is, and I love working at Hilton, but there really are some customers that forget that we're sort of the same.

I'm sure many of you already do it, because it's basic manners,
But next time you eat out, don't forget to thank the waiter. It's the least you can do (besides providing us with business /wink).

Off to go find a new bed!
If you're from Down Under, stay cool and hydrated!
If you're from somewhere like... Oh, I don't know... LONDON?!
Try not to take your FREEZING weather for granted. I loathe your country's snow... without me there.
All in all, I hope each and everyone of you are a-ok :)

I'm having fun don't put me down

2010-01-08T15:46:00.001+10:30

I figured that in the mood I've been in, I don't think I'd be able to write a decent-enough Blog, so here's something that's been in my drafts for a while.

Welcome to Bao and Bethany. Waddup Beth.

C'mon. EVERYONE knows that song.

Somewhere in the month of May of 2001-ish, my family and I traveled in and out of the USA and often found ourselves in Europe as well.
One of my many favourite destinations during our holiday was (and still is) definitely Paris.

(Just a note: this is not a Blog about Paris itself. I don't want to get your hopes up.)

My life changed in Paris.
Because my family and I traveled to Paris all those many years ago...
I am now...
/Suspenseful music plays.
Ornithophobic.

I advise you to pay The Phobia List a visit.
There are phobias on there that make you laugh and frown - in both disgust and hurt.

There I was, at the innocent age of eight, freely feeding a massive flock of birds around me at a public park in Paris, with what seemed like a bottomless bag of bread.
Note that then, I was not yet afraid of... birds.

As I was feeding that flock of pigeons, I was curious as to why there was only one black crow, but kept feeding the whole flock anyway.
Before I knew it I was bawling because the crow had swooped right at and over my face/head.
I felt it's feet and feathers and that is just not something you want to feel on your face at the age of eight.
Seriously?

I was traumatised and wouldn't stop crying.
Goodness, I remember it like it was yesterday!

In case you're wondering, yes I am still scared of birds, or any sort of feathered creature to this very day.
They freak me out like crazy. And it's not funny.

What is your one most BIGGEST fear?

Wishful thinking

2010-01-07T23:41:00.000+10:30

As I sit and type this now, I feel so
Lost but free,
Broken but thoughtful,
Loved yet unloved...

The days went by so quickly,
All that time...
It wasn't a waste of my time.
But fast or slow, in the end, it didn't matter at all.

It was solely a... devastatingly, enlightening, experience.
Though, who am I kidding?

The entire time I was way in over my head,
Making all the wrong decisions.
It was knowing that I got to encounter it all later... rather than what I wished had been 'sooner'.

They say that good things come easily.
What happens when you've got to buckle down for you want?
...Then it's not a 'good thing'?

On Monday (04 Jan.), I gave my all to 11:11PM.
Today, everything let me down.

As cliche as it may sound,
I hope she's all that you've ever wanted.
All that I wasn't. All that I'm not.

This is beyond a joke

2010-01-02T22:29:00.000+10:30

I'm just making the same mistake over and over and over.......

My apologies mean everything but are nothing.

I don't know what I'm even doing anymore.

You deserve more than this.

I'm so afraid,
But I'm not doing anything to make it better,

I'm just making the same mistake over and over and over.......

Nothing

2010-01-01T22:45:00.000+10:30

And 2010 starts off with a bang.

I am
So. Fucking. Messed. Up.

And after a decade...

2010-01-01T00:52:00.000+10:30

Happy new year to all you lovely lovely people!

The day after all the excitement over Christmas ended, I started racking my brains for an appropriate new year's resolution.
There weren't any that I could easily stick to, but the point of a new year's resolution is to challenge yourself and set a goal, no?

After talking to people about their resolutions, reading Blogs and whatnot,
It dawned on me that so many people are making new years resolutions to change themselves, not to stick with who they are now and set a massive goal they'll accomplish by the end of the year...

So, I welcome the start of 2010 as... a senior at school, a license-less teenager, a book-nerd, a girl that is so very in love and everything that I have always been.
I am definitely going to change, but not voluntarily, because I am... content (oh, 'content' will do) with the person I am now.
I will better myself by facing every challenge, getting through every obstacle and strive to accomplish every goal I decide to set throughout this new year.

I spent the night of NYE with by far one of my most favourite people... along with Kristen Stewart in Adventureland.
I then went down to Elder Park only to see THE SUNDANCE KIDS!
They are one of those bands who play amazingly live and have a great lead singer who can... sing!
The fireworks were pretty and I was one of many gazillion Adelaidians who said the 'ooo's and the 'aaaah's.

I hope your night was swell and turned out the way you wanted it to, if not just hold your horses for another 365 days.
Welcome 2010 with the person you are.

Sleep is just time spent wasting time

2009-12-31T04:30:00.000+10:30

I saw AVATAAAAAAAAAAAAAR in 3D yesterday evening.
And I'll stop right there, because I know you've probably heard about it a gazillion times/seen it already.

Hold on, can I just say,
Avatar was bloody awesome, but I thought it was going to be so much better
Thanks to all the people that said things along the lines of
"Best movie I've seen all year",
"I'm going to buy ten DVDs",
"Why the hell didn't you go on the first day?!"
Dude, seriously, I was going to, but the weather was too good that day (raining).

I brought my little brother along with me to see Avatar.
Not only did he have to pee in the middle of the movie (I had to accompany him to the male restroom door),
But he kept his 3D glasses on for basically the rest of the night and kept telling me,
"Everything is 3D when I put the glasses on! Look! You're 3D!"
Well, why don't you give yourself a pat on the back...

Maybe I'll leave and laugh about it someday, but not today

2009-12-30T22:18:00.000+10:30

Click on images for larger view.

Along with starting my job at Hilton recently, I've taken on continuous shopping these holidays.
I don't know if all girls out there agree with me, but to go shopping doesn't mean you always have to come home with something.
After days and days (not in a row of course...) of compulsive shopping and bargain hunting , I picked up a couple of items:

Rubi - $19.95

Thank you, Dennis :)
Rubi is selling flats with the exact pattern but I've always been a big fan of sneakers - and these were close enough (I suppose not all of my childhood tomboy-erism rubbed off).
I reckon if Rubi, or any store for that matter, made a continuous collection of shoes like this but with a series of floral patterns, I'd buy 'em all.

The Book Boys - $10 (rrp: $22)

Published by the House and Garden magazine,
Hand crafted is not only beautiful with pretty pictures and what-not,
There are DIY projects in this book that I will take on.

Temt - $14.95

...And lace gets the best of me again.

Kmart - $19

I was in desperate need of a white dress for a certain occasion.
Isn't it so ironic when you find something when you don't need it while you don't find something when you do need it?
When I was younger, I always thought God was testing my patience, so I played along with him and I would eventually find it (psht, yeah, a week later...).
Now, I still think it's the same, but also a bloody pain in the ass.

Kmart - $10

DIY lace detail

For those who only buy branded clothing, excuse the my brandless consumption of clothing and items.
Fyi, if anyone is planning on this simple DIY project (I thought the shoes looked horridly naked without any sort of detail), do not glue unless you have awesome glue because it'll just fall off after a couple of hours of wear.
Solution: Hand sew.

Globalize - $5

Now I've just got to find something to wear it with - Perfect excuse for me to shop more.

Though, after all that shopping, seems like all I bought was a couple of things with a white a floral theme behind it.

Hoping everyone is more than a-okay ;)

A boy pretending he's a man

2009-12-29T00:04:00.000+10:30

Something more exciting by tomorrow night!!
Welcome, Connie (adorable name)! I hope everyone is well.

One hour away

2009-12-24T10:48:00.000+10:30

Christmas Eve marks the date when my grandma passed away,
Though today marks the third year.
I miss her more and more every day.

This post will include no pretty pictures as I'm not at home and actually in the middle of a family party!
But I know I won't be back in time for Christmas on Blogger and so here is my Christmas message to you,

Merry Christmas all!
God bless you and your family - 'cause I'm a Catholic and awesome - during this festive season.
I hope that you've been good this year and aren't disappointed with anything Santa comes up with.
(Don't forget to leave milk and cookies out for Santa and some carrots for the reindeer.)
In a week, 2010 comes into our lives and our lives either start over and continue, it's up to you.
Better start brainstorming for a half-reasonable new year resolution/s.

That's all, I'm sorry. I've got to go.

Again, Merry Christmas!
I'll post something more exciting soon.

I'll give so much more than I get

2009-12-22T22:38:00.000+10:30

There's too much pain, too much hurt, too much suffering in this world.
Too much of everything that every single one of us must overcome and conquer.

You never can get used to losing a loved one.
Is there a detailed enough guide which tells us step by step how to get by and plan something that is stating the end or one's life?

It was held in the very same place where they had my uncle's funeral. Deja vu.
Walking in, I knew what was coming for me.
I sat in the back row with the small crowd of some of the closest people to the baby's parents looking straight up ahead.

There, kneeling at the tiny coffin sobbing, was her mother.
Sitting to the left, with his two other children, was her father.
The loss of an unborn child, sister, grandchild, niece, grandniece...

The stats:
I know, miscarriages are a very common occurrence.
Sources vary, but many estimate that approximately one in four pregnancies end in miscarriage - though some estimates are as high as one in three.

I have aunties who have had miscarriages before, sure, but they weren't too far in.
My cousin was already four to five months through it all. She glowed, just like she did for the past two gorgeous kids.

My uncle, who is their father, passed away over two years ago of cancer.
His youngest daughter turned eleven four days ago, middle child is now a photographer and oldest son is the father of Teresa Hoai An.

It was open casket.
She may not have been nine months, but she was beautiful and we all knew it.

If only you could have stayed with us longer.

'Life's tough. You put one foot in front of the other and you go. You move on', they say.
It's never easy...

Rest in peace, darling.

I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays

2009-12-17T18:37:00.000+10:30

What happened, Tuyen? What have you been up to?

I checked out MSN Today today (bah!) and they said that Resse Witherspoon and Jake Gyllenhaal (yum yum) have broken up. Awwwwwwwwwww, maaaaaaaaaaan!

I watched roughly four hundred minutes of The Vampire Diaries all yesterday night.
I suppose I've found myself in 'that circle' again. Are fictional vampires really that irresistable.
Like judging a book by it's cover, I thought The Vampire Diaries would be the idea of the Twilight Saga turned into a television series - it'd be stupid.

But The Vampire Diaries tells the story of a relationship somewhat like Edward and Bella's but the best thing is they have REAL vampires.
The ones you stake in the heart, that can't go out into the sunlight because they'll burn - not sparkle, they look très freaky when they get into blood-sucking-mode and there is so much more bloooooood and action which is always good, hey?

To my surprise, the television series is based on a series of books. Hmm.
Now I've just got to sit around and wait for season two which comes out early next year...

I got the job at Hilton Hotel!
Goodness, there's more paper work than a sixteen year old could have ever imagined.
It's a casual weekend position with shifts starting at seven in the morning.
Not only does this mean I will get paid a much more reasonable price than Enjoy Inn, but it means I have the privilige of leaving Enjoy Inn.
It'll be ok.
My first shift is on Boxing Day. Whoo.

December came around much too quickly this year
And now it seems to be going much two times the pace it came at.
I've been crazy with decorating, shopping, card writing, surprises...
I mean, I'm not even done!
More on that in the next Blog because I've got to get back to all that Christmas preparation!
(I promise I won't be too long!)

I hope you're all well!

I don't know what I've done, or if I like what I've begun

2009-12-14T21:23:00.000+10:30

A feeling that I believe each and every one of us know too well is waiting.
Patient as you deem yourself to be,
You're still waiting.
Waiting for something.
Waiting for someone.

What are you waiting for?

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

2009-12-07T17:41:00.001+10:30

- Henry DeTamble The Time Traveler's Wife (novel)

The Time Traveler's Wife has been out in cinemas for just over a month and I was beginning to stress because they would stop the screenings for the film very very soon (especially with Christmas approaching).

Luckily, stress and panic turned into un-staying-still-ness.
Dennis felt a little flustered because of my excitement.
Last Saturday at 10:30 in the morning (excuse the time, but like I said, sessions were/are disappearing), Dennis and I met up and as the gentleman he is, he bought the movie tickets (bah...).

Eric Bana, the Australian of the movie - though clearly, he had to put on an American accent - was hot as.
Rachel McAdams was her perfect self.
So when you put 'em both together, you get instant chemistry, though this connection is not as near as close to the relationship between Rachel and Ryan Gosling in The Notebook.

The film was amazing.
Though, I still live and breathe today not knowing a film that is an improvement of its novel.
(What, with all the scenes that have vanished, imaginary sex scenes and rushed time!?)

If you plan on seeing The Time Traveler's Wife on the big screen,
Not only should you put your running shoes on and head to the closest cinemas (check session times first),
But you should, maybe, ask yourself why you want to see it.
Do you want to see a movie about time travel, labeled 'Action',
Or a romance that leans on the concept of time travel as a complication in friendship, relationships and marriage.

No doubt the Twilight Saga was a great read all that time ago when I read it,
But the movies do not live up to the story.
Not denying the fact that Robert Pattinson is gorgeous of course.

I'm an absolute sucker for movies that are based on books.

...Could The Time Traveler's Wife be my 'Movie of the Year'?

What is the best movie you have seen this year?
Which movie did you see that left you utterly, utterly disappointed?

A first time for everything

2009-12-06T18:21:00.000+10:30

Thank you so much for the tip, Thuong. It's breathtaking.
Michael Buble is breathtaking.

Life goes on, though, a lot of the time, all you want to do is run.

Despite the fact that you have started to run,
Life on earth continues.
There are few people who notice your absence.

Time doesn't cease to exist.

No one stops just because you've planned for escape,
Not even you stop to think of all the future 'should-a, would-a, could-a''s.

Nothing holds us back but our hearts.
Nothing is holding our hearts back but love.
Love is there, love is there, love is here,
Love is home.

I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you, each one a line or two

2009-11-30T16:25:00.000+10:30

Note that the images in my Blogs tend to be irrelevant anyway.

A big awesome-o welcome to my latest Followers; Kim, Wenonah and 'Dr. Dikshit' (lol, I'm so sorry love. I couldn't find your name!)
And of course, hello to the rest of my favourite people.
I know I've done this one too many times, because as Dennis tells me,
"Sorry means you won't do it again, so are you really sorry?"
I am sorry for the abrupt lack in Blog posting,
But I cannot promise it will not happen again
Because things happen, life goes on and ends up getting in the way of leisure time when I Blog.

Now, before I begin,
I suggest you not read this Blog if you pay no interest in my work experience at Hilton Hotel.
Though, I promise this isn't one of those Blogs in which I tell you what I ate, what the weather was like yet I will express feeling and whatnot while telling you about the time I spent at Hilton.

Really, this is a Blog in which you will be able to catch up with all the craziness that's been going on in what is my life.

Work experience at Hilton Hotel (Victoria Square) ended last Friday for me. I was devastated (understatement).

Tuesday, November 24:
I met everyone who I would be working with. They were all daaaaaaaaaaaaarlings!
My supervisor discovered that I am attending OLSH and she kept obsessing over the fact that she attended and graduated from OLSH in 2000.
Small world.
Though, obsessing is an understatement when it came to me and how I felt towards working at Hilton.

Wednesday, November 25:
I could feel that my sleeping pattern was screwing up.
Late nights. Early mornings.
Public transport is both a pain and a blessing.

Thursday, November 26:
I worked especially hard on this day because things were coming to a close. I wanted to show off what I could do - hoping, praying that I would be offered somewhat of a job.
My prayers weren't left unanswered...

Friday, November 27:
Friday was my last day. It was a fact and I couldn't change that.
Christina, my supervisor allowed me to go home around forty minutes early because I finished had finished the task she had given me for the afternoon much too quickly.
I rejected her offer and made offers of my own so I could stay until three o'clock.
I didn't want to leave.
I hate goodbyes.
I was moping all the way home (after seeing Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs with Dennis which cheered me up incredibly. More on the film in the next Blog).

Over the weekend I continued to sulk that I missed all the people that worked there,
The housekeeping workers who provided me with a fresh smelling shirt and apron daily,
Brad and Nathan from the Store Room who listened to '80's music,
All my lovelies from Brasserie who kept that big grin on my face.

I missed the place itself,
The morning aroma of espresso,
All the unnecessary lighting,
The weird 'thoughtful' music that constantly played in the background.

I organised with Christina to come in to Hilton today to complete what was left of the paper work.
Truth be told - I just wanted to see everyone.

I am going again tomorrow to drop off a self-arranged box of chocolates and a card. Or the next day.
Truth be told - I want to see everyone again.

Today, during my meeting with Christina, she suggested that I apply for a placement within to hotel.
My hard work paid off.
Sort of.
Now I've got to get through to Human Resources and they freak me out.
Whoever named this job 'Human Resources' must have a problem. I'm sorry mate.
It somehow makes me feel like a lab rat.

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

2009-11-30T16:14:00.000+10:30

- Clare, The Time Traveler's Wife.

I finished this book in no more than four days.

...I hate it when I finish reading a great book -
It's like losing a close friend.
Honest!

Amazing book, author, story... Has it all.
I adored the story through and through.
I honestly do hope that the film lives up to such a devastatingly beautiful love story, because Audrey N. expressed it so very well.

It was a beautiful book and I've already begun re-reading.

(I love Rachel McAdams! She fits Clare so very perfectly!)

So lonely inside, so busy out there

2009-11-19T13:09:00.000+10:30

When something so very simple goes terribly wrong,
How do you pick yourself up from there?

It's that feeling of not being able to fit in,
Wanting so bad to fall asleep so you can get away from reality but would have to deal with the nightmares anyway.
The feeling of a cup of tea that has been left out to get cold,
Or not being able to find the toy you had when you were five because you just want to feel that way again.

It's knowing that you have upset the person who made you, in order to make the boy you love happy - and then finding out it doesn't end up working out like that in the end.

When things go wrong I have two main methods of... dealing with it.
I either comfort eat or not eat at all.
There's nothing in between, it's either one or the other - it's always been like that for everything in life, one or the other...

I don't starve myself because I want to be skinny or because I think it's good,
But it's because how I feel.
I think I tend to not eat during times like this when I think it was my fault.
While on the other hand,
I suppose I comfort eat when I know it's not my fault. When the thought of not being 'good enough' comes lurking 'round.

It's never as easy as getting up and going, putting one foot in front of the other so you don't stop and think twice.
In our lives, we wear so many masks to hide our emotions from the ones we love,
All the while, we forget what's behind the mask.

What's your method of coping?
How do you get by?

Merry New Moon Day

2009-11-19T10:18:00.001+10:30

Thanks for Following Chantelle and '263739' (Blogger 'can't find your Blog right now, so I can't find out your name!).
How is everyone doin'?

Today is the day. The day I've been waiting for for a whole darn year.
I went to the midnight screening at West Lakes with Klarysa and Beth.

I remember being the ridiculous Twilight fanatic. Don't regret it whatsoever.
But I'm definitely not one of those girls who go around calling Robert Pattinson 'my Edward' or let alone do I go looking for Edward.
I obsess over Bella because she's vulnerable, weak and needy of Edward - and because she's played by Kristen Stewart.

Watching Twilight last year in November... I was greatly disappointed.
I tried to hide it so much! I tried to tell everyone that it was a great film, action packed, y'know?
But the Twilight Saga is a story of romance with the danger of Edward being a vampire. Romance is the story's core.
There were too many laughs. I just laughed too much in Twilight.
I could go on forever!

(His smile is just so delicious...)

New Moon, compared to Twilight, was so much better.
I was kind of nervous on going in because I didn't want to see a movie that had stupid lookin' wolves in it. They weren't stupid looking and they weren't wolves - they were awesome looking and were werewolves (bah...).
Now, Kristen Stewart is by far one of my most favourite people on this planet,
But I still don't know whether or not she's a bad actor or just plays Bella really well.
"Ow. Paper cut."
C'MON! SERIOUSLY?! OW PAPER CUT?
And Robert Pattinson's (too) gorgeous, but Catherine Hardwicke did a better job with Edward that Chris Weitz. He looks so... old in New Moon.
Definitely not a Jacob fan. At all.
That son of a bitch.
I'm running out of time! I've gotta go.
I would mention the good things too, butttttttttt...
Well I would just ramble on about Rob's good looks.
Honestly though, New Moon was great.
A lot of the cast were great actors, Dakota Fanning not only looked but was amazing.
Ashley Greene was gorgeous, as always.
I've always been disappointed with 'Rosalie''s looks. She's meant to be gorgeous. Even Alice is prettier than her.
As always, the books are better.
'Til next time!

Are you a Twilight fan?
Planning to see New Moon?
What'd you think of Twilight the movie, last year?
Obssessed? If so, what does your boyfriend think about this?

If the mind keeps thinking you've had enough, but the heart keeps telling you don't give up

2009-11-17T13:19:00.000+10:30

Three down, one to go. One being maths.
Kill me now.

There is never a certain time to look at beautiful things people have captured, drawn, created or painted. These things are there for us to constantly admire - and admire we do.
It's a shame that in the past I didn't keep track of where exactly I got the following images from. If I knew, I would credit all these wonderfully artistic people.

Females. We understand each other because we're different
But only because we're alike.

Equality

2009-11-15T13:53:00.000+10:30

Special hi-yo to Lucy. Hello everyone :)

A week ago, I went to a Bendigo Bank social club event.
FYI: My dad is an accountant for Bendigo (used to be Adealide Bank).
It was the Christmas party. Not too exciting.
Well, it used to be... before I turned thirteen.
We've had this specific Christmas event at different locations every year,
This year, it was the party was held at the Adelaide Zoo.

They were opened after hours for us social club members.

Seems like someone else besides me is feeling the heat...

Wonder

2009-11-11T22:56:00.000+10:30

I don't think I could prove it to you,
But I most probably reckon I spend a quarter of my life wondering what could have been.

There's so much of me that wished I lived my life without regrets,
But I just find that virtually impossible. How can someone not regret at least one thing?

I regret so much that I've said and done today, at the time, thinking that I was doing it for the best and now knowing that I was just getting caught in the heat of the moment and saying things that end up coming out wrong.

Well, I think I regret what I said. Either that, or I've been given the guilt trip and simply done nothing wrong at all. It's not my fault.
...Is it?

Tell me,
What keeps you up at night?
Is it all the food you managed to stuff inside yourself at dinner,
Or the fight you had with your boyfriend just this evening?
The fact that we're all going to die sooner or later,
Or maybe you still haven't got that puppy you've always wanted.

I have my study day, day off tomorrow.
There's never a time when you would say "I am in the mood for hardcore studying".
Never.
But that's what tomorrow's day away from school is there for.
There's too much going on to study.

From Hunger To Hope

2009-11-08T20:38:00.000+10:30

World Hunger Relief runs from the 7th 'til 23rd of November this year.

What bothers me most is that we're constantly taking things for granted,
From the basics like clothing - whether it's in fashion or not - to a house... a home.

We can all make a difference. One person can make a small difference, yet with others in the world taking part in this campaign, we'll make a large difference in feeding the hungry.

Last year, World Hunger Relief raised over $1,000,000 and are hoping, wishing, praying that this year they'll beat that and continue to fight for hunger.

Haven't met you yet

2009-11-04T21:09:00.000+10:30

This is the catchiest and most lovely song I have heard this month!
Isn't he amazing?

I discovered Michael Buble through a friend almost three years ago.
I fell in love instantly.

His voice has that... something in it.
That mellowness that should make every girl fall to her knees.

The first song I listened to by Michael Buble was Everything which I still listen to to this very day.
He is an amazing vocalist.

Just wanted to mention mister Michael Buble. Now I'm off to do more bloody study...!

Hope you're all smiling!

Don't make this easy I want you to mean it

2009-11-04T16:35:00.000+10:30

A week ago, when the weather started going a little bit crazy,
Tina, Baqer, my lovie and I went to Glenelg beach. Just some time off before exams come rushing by.
Though I can literally feel now how the weather last Sunday wasn't too shabby compared to today's and the weather that is about to hit Adelaide in the days to come.
Spring is a tease.
It rains, it's windy, it's cold enough for me to wear my jumper to school - great weather.
The next day, the sun's up and I'm hating the fact that our school uniform is almost black.
Summer's approaching.

My classmates and I ran a jelly and iceblock store on Friday, fundraising for Oxfam. Tina and I made decorations and little bits we thought were neccessary at the time...

I created those 'Thank You' tags with the help of The Inspried Bride. I know what it sounds like, but I just made it my own and not only does it work for wedding favours but for jelly and anything else you can think of!

Studying comes a long way. As long as you're focused and the library's open.
The library closed at sixPM last Thursday, so a couple of friends and I resorted to studying at the Torrens River instead.
I tried to study maths, but was... distracted. In the end I only wrote "105" down in my maths book.

My first two days of work were ok. Tiering.
I reckon you can judge that I'm tired from reading this bland Blog post.
I know I have so many interesting things to say, but I suppose I'll save that for a time where I can express everything properly!

Focus:
Exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams, exams.

I hope you're all well, wherever you are,
Whatever the weather!