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2010-03-11T01:27:00.000+11:00

So I'm back on tumblr masquerading as SEVEN-OH-THREE, but that's fun so it's okay. I'm also bogged down with uni, which just started a little under 2 weeks ago. It's not that I hate it, it's just that university is so far, the travel will kills my passion for education. Not to mention some of my tutors really suck :(

Anyway, I went to see Amanda Palmer on the weekend at the Opera house.
Here she is:

Got to run, busy!

Bad reaction to a mozzie bite, now my arm is swollen to 1.5 its regular size. Great.

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I have wisdom teeth trying to push their way through my face ;

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And it hurts a lot.

Also, I bought this and will be enjoying it in the near future (aka in 20mins):

Isn't it beautiful? It's a limited edition of Wicked and Son Of A Witch in hardback. Yummy~~

Ciao!

It's different ;

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SO FUCKING ANGRY WITH NO ONE TO TALK TO.

My rage is a boiling hot pool of white light that sears everything in its path. I swallow the anger, storing the anger inside me.

I wish I knew how to cry.

2010-02-17T11:50:00.003+11:00

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

And this piece is titled..

2010-02-13T13:48:00.000+11:00

"Undeniably, she felt cornered".

It's always the puns that get me.
Isn't it lovely? I love it.

Chamomile with a hint of Poppy?

2010-02-13T13:43:00.000+11:00

I want to blog but I'm kind of lazy. So here's a note to make it up to you. Don't worry I'll blog later tonight. I only ever seem to blog at night time because I've got nothing else to do and no one is there to bother me whilst I attempt to be witty and pretty and gay.

Are you aware of my long rambling today or are you already immune?

P.S. Finished reading "The Pornographer's Poem" by Michael Turner and "Hogfather" by the ever lovely Terry Pratchett. I'm half way through "The Year Of the Flood" by my one true love, Margaret Atwood. I think it's high time I went book shopping again - and by shopping you know I mean "by whatever my hands land on".

Ta-ta!

Spewing glitter from our guts ;

2010-02-10T11:38:00.001+11:00

Knowledge is a commodity ;

On a completely unrelated note, I managed to break one porcelain bowl, one metallic glass candle holder and snap a chopstick all in the space of less than a week. I'm still waiting for the day I break a mug/plate/any other thing breakable. I don't know whats wrong with me this week.

A long awaited update.

2010-02-10T01:31:00.000+11:00

I'm so sorry I've been absent from the blog lately. It is after all, called "infrequently" though, so that should have given you at least some sort of hint to my blogging regularities.

On another note, I really was away from Tristan (my Macbook Pro) and Sydney life for the better part of a week as I headed up north of Sydney with a horde of women aka the Floozies. There are a lot of photos which I don't own floating around some where I suspect. I'll probably post a couple once I get them but otherwise, feast your eyes on just how easily yours truly burns in the flaming white light we call the Sun:

No my darlings, that is NOT my bra strap. My bra strap is actually the darker strip. Basically, if I was to describe from left to right it would be: skin, bra strap, skin, sun burn. Now let us pray - communally, as one, to which ever god you prefer - that I do not get skin cancer. Seriously god, I do not want skin cancer. I already have a vitamin D deficiency. By the way, the sun burn is finally starting to peel I think. At least I hope so, that way it'll go away faster.

Otherwise, we did spend a fair amount of time at the beach, playing Trivial Pursuit, baking at all hours of the night (read: 1 - 3AM) and playing "D&M" in our communal sleeping area. Before you race ahead and assume (because it makes an ASS out of U and ME) that the floozies are exactly what they're described as - sluts - and that we just had a big ol' orgy, we didn't. We decided it'd be best to pull out all the mattresses and slept together as it'd be easier to talk and all those girlie things one does. "D&M" also means "deep and meaningful". In other words, we were meant to talk about "deep and meaningful" things such as life, love and whatever else. What ended up happening of course was Jane misunderstanding that "D&M" was a game and we had a good long gossip about almost everyone we could remember from high school. It was lovely.

Anyway today Amanda and I went shopping at Parramatta for a few things and I got a bunch of beautiful fabric from Lincraft on sale since it was 50% off fabrics store wide. I'll post up photos later but they're predominantly for my laptop sleeve which I'm making. We also bought some arts and crafts stuff. Amanda came over to my place afterwards and made me a felt zebra. It's lovely and now hanging on my cork board.

Nigel also came over later and we rocked out on Band Hero. That was lovely but now I am so tired and really need to do a lot of work ahead of tomorrow. Sorry about rushing the last bit of this post but I want to watch some anime before bed, because we all know that's exactly how dorky I am and can be.

So, ta-ta! Stay safe!

P.S. The girl from the Arts and Crafts store in Parramatta is REALLY hot. Amanda and I both agreed instantly.

And now, some photos to soothe the soul (and my sun burn)...

Cooking sherry anyone?

2010-01-27T02:08:00.001+11:00

Dear world,

My father is an immature fuckwit who does not deserve my mother nor her children. Get some balls and grow the fuck up. How do you expect to raise children if you yourself, behave like one? I am sick of putting up with your crap and playing the role of provider and protector of this family.

Sincerley yours,
infrequently.

P.S. I now feel sick to my stomach.

Gift ;

2010-01-25T14:35:00.002+11:00

What the heck are my parents listening to?!

2010-01-23T21:00:00.000+11:00

Sat next to my mother watching an asian version of "The View" for 30 mints, trying to bring up the topic of getting a tattoo. I couldn't do it.

~

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Cut by Plumb ;

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My favourite type of women are the drugged up, fucked up, broken, fragile and unwell. They are too thin, too loud, too naked, too addicted, too intimidating, too amazing and too beautiful.

Poultry?

2010-01-20T01:25:00.000+11:00

Potluck 2009!

2010-01-18T00:07:00.000+11:00

Today as the annual Potluck day with the floozis girls! As per tradition, we all made our individual assigned dishes, KK presents and rocked up at Nhi's house. We ate our heart's content and our food babies choked to death. Then we exchanged presents and had dessert. It was really nice to see everyone again and talk about nothing. We were at Nhi's house from about... three (I was at least) until about 11PM I think.

For KK this year, Thi had me! It was really hard to guess who it was since Thi wrote her KK clue in Morse code!!! It was very cute though. She bought me a jewelery stand, a hug mug in red (like the one from Max Brenner), nail polish and Terry Prachett's Hogfather. She also gave me her copy of the Leunig calendar which I missed out on this year! I'm so glad she did since the calendar is also useful for English. I'm currently using the hug mug already. It's so cute and lovely. If you don't know what it is, here is a photo of the mug in white:

We also decided that Potluck 2010 was to be french themed! I think it's going to be a bit hard since I don't know any french dishes but making food for Potluck is all about experience. I think we may also have to dress up as famous French people... so I decided on Madeline - because on the inside, I'm tall!

Anyway, I'm sorry this is such a short post but it's nearly 12PM and I'm really tired. I still need to finish some marking ahead of tomorrow, when Amanda will be coming over! I might go back to IKEA on Tuesday and then I might be spending Saturday with some floozis at Glebe markets! I'm so excited! Hello social life!

So I'll say bye for now - but not for ever!

Maybe.

2010-01-15T12:00:00.001+11:00

White ink tattoos, what do you think?

Who can say, what will go changing?

2010-01-14T23:22:00.001+11:00

I really really love how this room is
1) Minimalistic
2) Allows the tree to complement the drift wood planks used as a bed stand.

Who ever designed this room is pretty amazing.

10 Days Later ...

2010-01-13T01:10:00.001+11:00

Sorry for my absence as of late! I've been trying to placate your addiction to my blog with various photo posts, which in my view, are pretty awesome in themselves. But hey, who's to say there are people who even follow infrequently.tk regularly?

Irregardless, my absence is not unjustified. In fact, I was in Brisbane for a few days with the lovely Amanda, Joseph, Ninad, Serena and Stephen. Suffice to say, the city itself was not as amazing but Sunset Sounds was amazing. It made me remember why I spend so much annual on music and performances. I nearly cried when Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs performed "Maps". :)

Anyway, another reason I've been busy is because of the new furniture my mother bought for me. I've got a new queen bedframe, bedsides and a tallboy. I moved out all my old furniture and I still need to redecorate my walls.

Here are some photos. It'll be a like a virtual tour of my room, but without the mattress as it arrives this Friday.

That's my bedframe without the wood slab to keep the mattress up.

That's all my stuff that I hadn't moved downstairs and just... accumulated.

This is after I cleaned up the stuff in the previous photo by simply putting it into the bed frame, after I had put in the wood slabs to hold my mattress. You can also see a bit of my tallboy there.

A better photo showing what I mean.

This is what the bed frame looks like after I cleaned up all that stuff into surrounding wardrobes and such areas. Tristan is resting on it because I have no idea as to where I'll put him.

Finally, this is a new shot of my tallboy. I already placed some things on the top and inside it as you can see.

That's all for now! Blogging is so tiring! Good night! ♥

Jocks on frocks? LOL.

2010-01-09T19:17:00.001+11:00

:D

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Presenting to you,

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The beautiful, the talented,
Amanda Wachob.

My one true love,

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And by Draco, I really mean ..

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What's the point of holding onto what never gets used?

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Other than a sick desire for self-abuse.

3 Days into the New Year ;

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I'll be off to Brisbane in a few days. The Sunset Sounds Festival will be underway and I'll be attending with Amanda, Ninad, Stephen and Serena all whom I miss dearly.

Sorry I haven't been able to blog lately. You know it's a crazy week with Christmas and New Years creeping up on you. I don't remember being this busy last year but I suppose I won't remember how busy this week and half was in 12months.

In case you didn't know (which I'm pretty sure most of you didn't) my house has been a mad house of sorts lately. My aunt Nat actually called it a refugee camp. This is because I had a couple of cousins staying at my house for the past week whilst their parents were on vacation. We also hosted the annual Christmas Party this year, meaning there was at least 30 cousins crammed up in my house and their respective parents floating around. I know, you're surprised I haven't killed myself.

Christmas was great though. Everyone was happy with their parents and I'm happy for that! My family did a lot of bonding this week as both my parents were off for the entire week, so we did Boxing Day sales together. That was very intense and I didn't buy much besides a cardigan.

I attended Phyllis's New Years Eve party hosted at her house with most of the floozis girls and a few others. It was nice to see everyone again. We were rather sophisticated this year with vintage cheese and crackers. Fortunately there was no red wine, rather I bought my bottle of tequila. We did the countdown and watched the fireworks on TV then let some off ourselves. All in all, that was a nice night.

So between then and now, I've really done nothing. I still haven't picked up my blood test results from the Medical Centre, although I suspect they only recently got it back. Oh my brother and younger cousins introduced me to "Laser Tag" which is basically Paint Ball but with lasers. It was fun and I got my mother to join us! Of course the girls lost but we did put up a good fight.

One important thing I did want to mention is that the other night, I was walking into my grandparent's rumpus room. They were watching T.V and thus didn't see me but my grandmother turned to my grandfather and fixed his hair for him. I don't know if you know this but I love my grandparents to death, especially my grandfather. It was really really nice to see that moment of tenderness between two old people because I know in theory that they love each other (since having 8 children!) but to see it in action really highlighted their tenderness towards each other, especially at their age too. I hope I'm equally as happy when I reach their age.

Oh I also learnt to play "Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley on piano. I'm still working on "Whole Wide World" by Wreckless Eric on the guitar. I shall learn it yet!

Love you!

Oh family...

2010-01-02T16:02:00.000+11:00

Daria, Daria, Daria!

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Been busy with life, will be back to blog soon!
Don't miss me!

And took roofies with your spouse ;

2009-12-19T14:42:00.001+11:00

So between now and the last time I blogged, I got bitten by an unknown bug and reacted really badly to it. Each bite is about .. 3cm in diameter. I went to see my GP about it but he said it was just a really bad reaction to a regular bug bite. He said that I should keep using the cream I had and that it'll go away soon. I iced the bites when I got home though. That seemed to really reduce the swelling and the bites have decreased to about half their original size.

I also got a blood test whilst I was there. The blood test was sort of disgusting. The nurse stabbed me (gently and nicely) with the needle and I could hear the blood gushing out hence the disgust.Plus I saw the test tube fill up with blood. Anyway... the inside of my elbow is slightly tender from where she jabbed me.

Otherwise, it was my sister's birthday yesterday and she had a Disney themed party. I ended up helping out and cleaning up, as good sisters do. Nigel also came over to help finish the food after work. That was around ... 1030PM. After that, Fiona, Nigel and I watched Tinkerbell: The Lost Treasure which Fiona got for her birthday. That was fun. Nigel also tried on Fiona's purple wig (which we got at Spotlight and then cut). Here he is:

He looks dashing, no?

Anyway, dad also got Band Hero for Fiona and we've been rocking out on that. Now I'm going to go cause I'm tired and these hiccups won't go away. Love you!

A book elegantly bounded, in a language that you can't read.

2009-12-16T01:31:00.000+11:00

Hello! Long time no blog. Well, not a real blog anyway. I hope that you have all been well and are in good heath :)

I spent most of the day with the floozis girls (minus a few) at Eileen's new home. It's very pretty and she has amazing ceilings which I'd like to steal! Thi picked me up from home around 1130, after picking up Emma and Tram. Then we got Phyllis and drove to Eileen's new place. As we were parking, Thomas drove into the road! Then we saw Kathy's car and knew she and Evelyn would be there already. So that was all of us today!

When we entered the house, Eileen had a vast array of foods spread on her kitchen bench for us :) We were suppose to decide what movies to watch, but as we are, we just pigged out on carrot sticks and dip, fruit and chips and these pretty cupcakes Eileen had made for us! I used a spoon to eat my cupcake (as always) and was labelled a princess. Whateverrrr.

Then we FINALLY decided to watch Robin Hoods: Men in Tights. It's been forever since I last watched it and I had totally forgotten all the jokes (except for the chastity belt parts) so it was refreshing to watch it again! After that, we all felt like watching Princess Bride and I felt like watching Monty Python's Holy Grail but alas, no one brought their dvds or hard drives so we couldn't watch either. I think it was sometime here, we had a series of intermissions where we went to eat more and stretch. Then some of the other girls wanted to watch Casonova, Part two but I hadn't seen Part One and others had seen all of it, so we ended up watching Extras. In particular, we saw the episodes starring Orlando Bloom and Daniel Radcliffe. By then, we couldn't even be bothered to work out what to watch next. However someone decided we needed sunlight, pale as we are, so we hiked around Eileen's suburb and visited a bunch of parks. It was rather fun but tiring. A lot of parks were run down, which saddened me but we made the most of it. It was at the park we decided to have a BBQ next week.

So when we got back to Eileen's place, we created a mass email and had a group meeting to figure out date, time, place and food allocations. I managed to get stuck providing the drinks but Thi will once again pick me up, so really we don't have to carry much. Luckyyyy! Then we went to have Thai for dinner. Surprisingly, even though it sounded like we didn't do much, it was already 8PM! The food was okay and the price was fine. Strangely enough, it was rather busy that night. When we were waiting for our tables, we saw a lady buying more meat at the groccer's nearby. I guess they ran out of food. Oh well. The meal was enjoyable none the less. There was a particularly yummy coconut curry (although I totally regret having it once I got home) that I had with my rice.

It was around that time I called my sister to tell her to record the Amazing Race for me, as it was the finale tonight. I didn't realise she was at tutor though so I called my brother instead and he said he'll tell her so I was happy! Afterwards, some girls decided to get some ice cream. When I walked into the ice cream parlour, I was greeted with the heaviest scent of alcohol I've ever spelt whilst sober. It was actually really sickening. We went home after that.

It was around 9PM that my sister called me, asking about the miss calls on her phone. She then informed me that Amazing Race didn't begin until 930PM! I was way excited and hoping that I would make it home in time to catch it. Alas, the girls wanted to stay and who was I to spoil their fun? So I watched it at Eileen's house :D Megan and Cheyne, the group I was going for, won! YAY! I was so happy for them! By then it was around 1030PM. We chatted away a bit, waiting for the girls to transfer things between computers and harddrives. Then we went home. :)

When I got home, I saw that I had a letter marked private. Being unfamiliar with the letterhead, I had no idea who it was from. When I opened it, I realised it was the blood test I had taken recently at the blood bank after the nurses told me I had low hemoglobin levels. Anyway the test said I might have anaemia and that I should go and confirm with my GP. Having no idea what it really was, I googled anaemia and found the following:

Anaemia is a deficiency in the number or quality of red blood cells. The red blood cells carry oxygen around the body, using a particular protein called haemoglobin. Anaemia means that either the level of red blood cells or the level of haemoglobin is lower than normal.

When a person is anaemic, their heart has to work harder to pump the quantity of blood needed to get adequate oxygen around their body. During heavy exercise, the cells may not be able to carry enough oxygen to meet the body’s needs and the person can become exhausted.

I also checked out the symptoms and found out I had a lot of them. I don't really mind though, it's not a life threatening disease or anything. I guess I just need to eat more red meat and drink milk and OJ.

In other news, NSW electricity is apparently set to raise at least 40%. That means my mother will play at least 400$ more on her electricity bill! I am so annoyed at that, because I know how hard my mother works for her money to pay the bills. I'm going to absolutely try to cut down on my electricity usage (read: wastage) and cut down my contribution to the bill. Solar panels, say hello to your new master. :D

Anyway, this post has been long enough. I'll be off now! I have to work Wednesday and Thursday, then help Fiona set up her party on Friday, work Saturday, redecorate the house on Sunday and then go to the BBQ on Tuesday! It'll be a busy week ahead!

Goodnight and stay safe! ♥

:)

2009-12-14T10:35:00.002+11:00

Are you hungry for wonderful,

'Cause I am, wonderful 'cause I am.

Plagued by dreams all night long ;

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I've got to get rid of these feelings and eliminate these dreams,
Have this itching feeling you'll tear me apart at the seams.

I have to get over this.

My friends are slipping away from me as I type

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and there's nothing I can do about it.

Right now, the only thing keeping me going is...

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that Death Note is on ABC2. I haven't even seen it and its dubbed in English. Talk about a crappy film but whatever. Good enough.

Will you keep out all the sadness?

2009-12-06T00:27:00.000+11:00

Carol: Everyone used to come here, but you know... you know what it feels like when all your teeth are falling out really slowly and you don't realize and then you notice that, well, they're really far apart. And then one day... you don't have any teeth anymore.
Max: Yeah.
Carol: Well it was like that.

I've never liked Stephen King until he said this:

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Stephen King’s opinion may drive a stake through the heart of “Twilight” author Stephenie Meyer. In an interview with USA Weekend, the bestselling author compared Meyer with J.K. Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter series. According to Stephen, “Both Rowling and Meyer, they’re speaking directly to young people… The real difference is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good.”

While Stephen may not be a fan of Stephenie’s writing, he understands the appeal of the series. “People are attracted by the stories, by the pace, and in the case of Stephenie Meyer, it’s very clear that she’s writing to a whole generation of girls and opening up kind of a safe joining of love and sex in those books. It’s exciting and it’s thrilling and it’s not particularly threatening because it’s not overtly sexual.”

He further explains, “A lot of the physical side of it is conveyed in things like, the vampire will touch her forearm or run a hand over skin, and she just flushes all hot and cold. And for girls, that’s a shorthand for all the feelings that they’re not ready to deal with yet.”

You tell 'em Stephen King!

In case you're wondering, I've read all the Twilight series plus the Midnight Sun pdf and seen all the films thus far. Let me tell you, I wouldn't wipe my floors with those floors books cause they're unworthy. I am thankful that the film has exposed the world to Taylor Lautner and that the Vanity Fair photo shoot was amazing. In terms of the films as a text? Massive fail.

I can't be bothered to continue the "Why Twilight Sucks" argument. I'm going to bed. Goodnight world.

P.S. I watched "Where the Wild Things Are" last night with some girls. Dark dark film guys. A bit intense. Not for children!

I'll do a real post later. Until then, stay safe!

I'm not an advocate of honesty and yet ;

2009-12-05T01:16:00.000+11:00

Am I the only one NOT living a secret life?

Whatever.

And God created woman.

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This is what Tristian should look like, after I through with him

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Reviving one's childhood has never been more exciting.

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You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind

All I want for Christmas,

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Spend your time wisely.

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R: You know my lion dancing group? All of them at least do wee and smoke, drink alcohol and do Ecstasy at rave parties. I do nothing, I just breathe oxygen.

LOVE my friends ♥

Cath, it seems, you lived someone else's dream.

2009-12-02T12:38:00.003+11:00

How I wish you could see the potential
The potential of you and me
It's like a book elegantly bound
But in a language you can't read just yet

There are days when outside your window
I see my reflection as I slowly pass
And I long for this mirrored perspective
When we'll be lovers, lovers at last

You reject my advances and desperate pleas
I won't let you let me down so easily
So easily

You got to spend some time, love
You got to spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

2009-12-01T23:48:00.000+11:00

I've been meaning to blog but I've been too caught up with life. :)

Amanda, Joseph, Ninad, Serena and Stephen (in alphabetical order!) left for Asia this morning. I miss them a lot already but hopefully they will pick up a Gloomy Bear for me and go Amelie on it. I also asked them to bring back sand from the various places around the Asian continent. That would be nice I think.

Otherwise, I've been meaning to pick up Amanda's guitar but I've been busy with the family friend. I'll discuss this another time, there's too much stuff to go over.

Finally, cyber bullying has gone rampant in my old high school, in my sister's grade. I might contact the school about it. I think I'm already turning into a mother who rules with an iron fist and follows the system to the letter, but I'd rather be like that then to like the children get away with bullying. It's mean, immature and uncalled for.

Anyway I think I will contact the school tomorrow. Goodnight children. Remember, stay safe and play nice.

By the way, I don't care who finds out that I personally told the school about cyber bullying.

Driving et al.

2009-11-27T20:31:00.000+11:00

Since my last blog entry, I've gotten to know the family friend rather well. She's really sweet but only 17! (Cue: Dancing Queen by ABBA LOL!) Anyway she's a minor and really shy, although I think she's capable of being rather funny if she didn't feel so "fish out of water". She's currently living with my grandparents next door. In Vietnam, she's really well off so it might be a bit hard with her living here I guess. I forget to mention, her father is also here for a while, to see her settled and all.

Today, we took her to the exchange home she'd be staying at for her education. The lady there was welcoming but seemed rather stern and limited the showers to 5 to 10minutes! Ummm what?? We're not on water restrictions anymore! I know that she's trying to cut down her water bill but still! The girl (her name is Anh) pays her rent and living fees etcetc. So really, it's not very fair.

When we got home, she told her father and us that she'd rather stay with us for the four years she's here. Unfortunately, she had already paid a month's rent to live in the exchange home. We called up the program which arranged the exchange and they said that we had to give two weeks notice before Anh could move out. Thus, Anh lost two weeks worth of rent money, out of the four weeks she paid in advance. However, we will at least be getting the two weeks amount of rent back. I'm sorry if I'm not explaining this clearly.

Anyway Anh starts school on Monday and I am now responsible for taking her to and from school for a whole week. She starts at 8.15AM and it takes us at least an hour to get to her school. FKFDKJGVNFDJNVNGVKJFG. I have to wake up at like 6AM. I haven't had an 8AM start since... before high school. Not to mention, I have to wait around for her until she's done. At least this means I'll either mark homework for work (yay time management!) or I'll go shopping around Broadway/Market City/Pitt St/Newtown. Oooh. So many places to shop, I'm excited!

Finally, I went driving for about an hour and a half today. I still remember how to drive but it's been awhile and I still clench the wheel too hard. Otherwise, I want to drive more often. YAY! Maybe I'll drive again tomorrow. :D

Off to watch "Better Homes and Gardens" and "Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End". YAY! Love you!

hungrybeast.abc.net.au/

2009-11-25T21:59:00.001+11:00

I turned on the TV today after I got home from work. ABC had some sort of informative show on, called "Hungry Beast". They had a short piece about HPV, which causes cervical cancer in women. I'm not sure why, but I always assumed that since only women could get cervical cancer, it would stand that only women were affected by HPV. I have learnt however, this is not how it is at all. Instead, many men also have HPV and are the main carriers of HPV, passing it onto women through sex. Not only this, but it turns out that it is impossible for men to be tested for HPV, thus no men can be sure whether or not they have HPV and if they are passing it onto a woman.

Now that we have the cervical cancer vaccine, we can take a stance against HPV and cervical cancer with the government providing free vaccines for women between certain ages. However, as I've just discovered, as men are major carriers of HPV, we are not stopping the virus. Men still need to pay $450 for the vaccine. I find this rather unjust to be honest. It's not only unfair to the men, especially those who would like to prevent HPV, but it does not really limit a woman's exposure to the virus and to the possibility of cervical cancer. In this way, I think the Australian government needs to revise the free vaccine and provide it for men as well.

I just discussed this with my sister and we're both unsure whether the vaccine is only for cervical cancer or if it's for HPV. Obviously if its only for cervical cancer, everything I've said so far is useless as men cannot get cervical cancer. However, if the free vaccine is against HPV, then the Australian government definitely needs to revise its policy and allow men to receive the vaccine for free.

In other news, Australia held it's first legally binding civil partnership ceremony in Canberra. Congratulations to Warren McGaw and Chris Rumble! Although we've taken a massive step towards equality for all, Australia still needs to work a lot harder until we really do achieve equality. I hope that by the time I'm working and starting my own family, we will have achieved equality for all sexualities. That would be amazing.

Well, I'm off now to finish watching Criminal Minds and then going to bed. It's been a long day at work and grandma had a family friend from Vietnam come over. This family friend's daughter is learning English in one of the Colleges in Sydney City and I've suddenly become responsible for her as I'm on holidays. I've got a bunch of stuff to do for her and for my classes ahead of tomorrow. :) So, relaxing with TV for a bit then sleeping.

Goodnight!

Australia's weather is WHACK! I hate Global Warming.

2009-11-23T11:55:00.001+11:00

Obviously friends and family reading my blog in Sydney would have experienced the recent heatwave. Yesterday, we reached at least 40 degrees. It's crazy since we're only in Spring!

My point is, seeing as we live in Australia, bush fires are a big worry. Already last night more than five areas in NSW were experiencing bush fires. One particular place I wanted to mention is Quaker's Hill. The bush fire here is thought to be DELIBERATELY LIT.

What the HECK were these people thinking? How stupid can you be? Do you know how terrible bush fires are? Not only for our environment but they are incredibly dangerous for the community and the poor animals. Plus, since we live in Australia, we're also cursed with droughts when not overrun by bush fires. Farmers could use the water to grow crops instead of putting out a fire which may not have existed at all, if some shithead didn't decide to light a fire.

Deliberate bush fires annoy me so much because they're stupid and meaningless. They harm everyone. I can not think of anyone a bush fire may aid.

In other news, I bought a MacBook Pro and I'm still trying to decide what to name him. Finally, I've got a sore throat :S Going to make some honey lemon tea. :) Photos of the MacBook Pro next time. I'm still trying to navigate this system.

Love you all!

You're like, golden man.

2009-11-20T15:45:00.000+11:00

I went to donate blood today. My hemoglobin levels are too low so I didn't get to donate this time. This is the first time I've ever had low levels for anything. I'm not worried, just sad I didn't get to donate. :( They still stabbed me though, to check my levels. Sigh.

Otherwise, I am still fuming over some things from last night. I was over it until my mother brought up some stupid crap this person made up about me and she was asking about it. GRRR. SO ANNOYED.

Finally, what is up with the weather? I was caught in the downpour on the way home from the bloodbank. Also this bandaid on my finger is making it a bit hard to type. I don't want to take it off though cause my finger hurts. :(

I need to go shopping really badly.

Boo.

2009-11-20T00:28:00.001+11:00

I am angry. That is all.

Where is everyone to tell when you're angry? I hate you all.

The only song I know without a chorus.

2009-11-12T01:29:00.000+11:00

Originally, I wanted to start this post with “I don’t want to sound like my mother, but when I yell at you, it’s for your own good”. Then I realised, by saying something like that, I had already begun to sound like my mother. I love my mother very much, it pains me to say it for I have more pride than to admit to a weakness like love, but I do love her. Regardless of this love however, I know that my mother can be exceptionally stubborn, irrational and close minded. So I’m not going to start with that and I’m not going to sound like my mother. Instead, I shall sound like me; a hash of everything that’s ever impacted me and my young, short life.

I think my present self will surprise my younger, reckless self of yesteryear when I say this. I like children. I love children a lot. I don’t want people to have this image of me as a mother, a carer of children and whatnot. I’m not. I’m not the kind mother one always dreams of. I am not the mother who will love her children and defend them against all the injustices of the world. Instead I am the mother who rules with an iron fist, who will tear her children apart far worse than any bully, tormentor or friend- metaphorically, of course. The children I tutor, they are my children. I did not raise them in my womb for nine months (thank god) but I have taught that for a near year. I suppose to a mother, that is nothing but for a teenager girl like I, it is almost everything. The children are young; they’re twelve, thirteen, fourteen. A year for them is a long time. I see them for an hour and a half every week, sometimes more. They tell me about their lives, about what happens at school, about their friendships and family. I care for them so much. It’s crazy to think that I feel something so pure for these children, whom I’ve known for a next to nothing amount of time. All I want for these children is to do well, to do better than I have, to be better than everyone else. I don’t want people to see them on the street and treat them as if they were subhuman or unintelligent or as an invalid – because they are not. They are not and they have so much to offer the world. I want them to be the best possible version of themselves they can be.

It hurts me when I teach them things and they don’t take that on board. It hurts me so much. I know that at the age they are at, they cannot see anything beyond their lives but I just wish they could see the long reaching consequences of their actions and habits. They don’t know it now but the things that they do now, could impact even when they are my age. I know because I’ve lived through it and I wish there was someone here to tell me these things when I was their age. I wish there was someone to slap me across the face and tell me what a fool I was making myself out to be. That’s not the point, this isn’t about me. This is about the children.

I’m not a very good person, I admit that. I’m not the worst person, but I’m not the best either. I know I don’t deserve some of these children; I don’t deserve to push them as hard as I do but I do. I do this because they have so much potential, they still have time to be what they want to be, to do what they want to do, to reach for something they desperately want and actually touch it and grab hold of it. And then they just... squander this. Do they even realise what they’re doing? I think about all the effort numerous different people have contributed for each single child, to feed them and clothe them and provide them with shelter and education and this extra curriculum studying and the money their parents are paying me to help their children, the trust they place in me and my heart tightens in my chest. I literally feel it constrict and I go cold all over. These parents trust me to help their children improve, not only to improve their knowledge but also improve their child as a person. And when I try to help their children, educate them not only in English and in schooling, but in mannerisms and culture and behaviour and respect and they throw it in my face? I start to cry. Why? Not because they are disrespecting me, I don’t care for that. I don’t care that they don’t care about me. I cry because I am not deserving of the trust of their parents. They trust me and I am not honouring this trust. I am not worthy of the trust because I am not doing what the parents are asking me. Do you understand? I want so badly for the children to be good, to be kind, to be respectful and to care. And they don’t.

I had that thrown in my face today. I had a class which didn’t care about whether or not they did their homework, didn’t care that they weren’t improving their knowledge and thought that it would be okay because I am nice and lax with them. That hurt me so much. I don’t understand. Should I be stricter? Should I call their parents? I don’t want that. It hurts me when I have to yell at children or when I have to send a letter home. It hurts to think that a child I’ve helped shape in what little way I can, has done something so careless, stupid and ungrateful. I don’t want children like that. They waste my time and their parents’ money. They put me in a position where I have to break trust and I’m not comfortable with that. I want to help the child; I want the parents to know that when a child is in my class, I am trying my hardest to better their child in both education and as a person.

There’s no point to this rant of mine today. Actually, there is. I’m just unsure about what it may be and whether I’ve properly expressed myself. I don’t think I can ever explain the feeling of the sudden cold that latches onto me when I hear a child hasn’t done their homework for a ridiculous, stupid excuse. I don’t care for excuses. I just want to know why this child thought that playing a stupid video game or whatever was preferable to learning. I know that learning is not fun; I struggle with learning myself but think about all the effect so many people have contributed just for you to be where you are and that should make you want to do the work. The work itself isn’t even very hard, it just times a little time. After that, you are free to do as you please.

I just wish things were different. I wish I could motivate children into thinking education is interesting. Or that its worthy of whatever small amount of time these children are willing to sacrifice towards learning. I don’t know. I just love children and I want the very best for them. It’s hard and sometimes it hurts so much. I don’t even know what to do. I can’t say to hope for the best because that’s futile. There’s nothing. I think what I’m asking is for some understanding. That’s all.

'Cause darling we're here, but my true love is not.

2009-11-11T14:19:00.000+11:00

The Eiffel Tower built to smaller scale,
The freshest oxygen I'd ever inhale.
I tapped a bottle against the safety rail killing time.

And you were like a walking compliment,
Tall in stature and exceptionally read,
In dummy glasses and a cardigan.
Oh, come on!
And oh so empty were the faces of the dealers and the waitresses around

You said that all these things you've learned to ignore,
The hidden cameras on the casino floor,
And what gets paid for behind hotel doors.
Oh, come on!

Pretend every slot machine is a robot amputee waving hello!
The people stare into their eyes,
And they feed them little bribes and then they go.

The never-ending twilight,
In a basement where the sun has never spilt.
You said that you were lonely,
And then we kissed like lonely people do.

You said this city has a beating heart,
That pushes people down the boulevard.
And they're all hoping for a wish fulfilled,
In a desert for a dollar bill.
Those foolish dreams, you know they plague me still.
Oh, come on!

And oh so empty were the faces of the dealers and the waitresses around
And oh so empty were the faces of the dealers and the waitresses around

Empty

-- Postal Service

Currently reading: Margaret Atwood's "The Handmaid's Tale"

2009-11-10T19:40:00.000+11:00

A gripping vision of our society radically overturned by a theocratic revolution, Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid's Tale has become one of the most powerful and most widely read novels of our time.

Offred is a Handmaid in the Republic of Gilead, serving in the household of the enigmatic Commander and his bitter wife. She may go out once a day to markets whose signs are now pictures because women are not allowed to read. She must pray that the Commander makes her pregnant, for in a time of declining birthrates her value lies in her fertility, and failure means exile to the dangerously polluted Colonies. Offred can remember a time when she lived with her husband and daughter and had a job, before she lost even her own name. Now she navigates the intimate secrets of those who control her every move, risking her life in breaking the rules.

Like Aldous Huxley’s Brave New Worlda nd George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, The Handmaid's Tale has endured not only as a literary landmark but as a warning of a possible future that is still chillingly relevant.

-- Borders.com

Shopaholics Unite!

2009-11-09T23:38:00.004+11:00

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I don't think I have an online shopping addiction. I definitely shop online a lot, but I'm not defined by it. I just buy a lot of things cause it's cheaper and I want them. PLUS I only buy when it's convenient and cheap!

I do admit that I spend a lot of money and that I probably should save. I do save though! I save about 60/70% of my wages every time I get paid! I also agree its time for me to stop shopping online and start STUDYING instead.

IF YOU ARE READING THIS, STOP! AND GO STUDY! :D

In case you're wondering, I am still waiting on shipments from:
1. Bookdespository.com (I bought.. five? four? books)
2. Dealextreme.com (I bought stapless staplers for work!)
3. Ebay.com (I bought my brother a wallet set with belt etc!)
4. Urbanoutfitters (Bulk buy with six friends! Like 250$ worth of stuff!)
5. asos.com (Bulk buy with Maggie, plus I got some things for my siblings!)

This is why I think I need to stop online shopping. I think I'll make a sign on my corkboard about it. It should read, GAIN KNOWLEDGE, NOT APPAREL. :D Hehe.

Goodnight! :)

EDIT: Here's the sign on my door!

"I See You (Through the Looking Glass)" by Mika.

2009-11-08T21:11:00.001+11:00

I cut my fringe, BY MYSELF. Here are some photos:

This one is just my sister and I messing around. :)
I love her kind of a lot, but don't tell her that.

In other news, I've been working on a lotus flower tattoo design with swirls that wrap around is so it ends up looking like a peacock feather. I want to add some of my famly members' names to it but I'm not sure.

I also just placed a 250$ order of items from urbanoutfitters.com for six friends and myself. It's pretty insane but I'm glad so many people wanted things. It makes shipping so much cheaper for everyone I think.

I have to run now! I have to write up the email telling each of my friends about the order and how to pay me etcetc. BY THE WAY, my tomato plant has a LOT of tomatoes now! I'm so happy and proud! Most of the credit goes to my grandfather though, since he really nurtured it. His name is also the one I'd like to get tattoo'd near my lotus.

Bye!

Anything, to be seen.

2009-11-07T03:09:00.000+11:00

Do you want to play a love game?

2009-11-06T11:21:00.000+11:00

Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun,
And baby, when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun.

Lucky I'm in love with my best friend.

2009-11-06T11:15:00.000+11:00

Do you hear me,

I'm talking to you.

Across the water across the deep blue ocean,

Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying.

Boy, I hear you in my dreams,

I feel your whisper across the sea.

I keep you with me in my heart,

You make it easier when life gets hard.

-- Jason Mraz && Colbie Caillat

Just kidding, I love you Jesus. LOL.

2009-11-05T11:55:00.001+11:00

You're the CSS to my HTML, aww yeah.

2009-11-05T11:52:00.001+11:00

Hi tagboad spammer.

2009-11-04T22:01:00.001+11:00

So I'll indulge you for a moment and give you the attention you so desperately yearn. I mean if you're desperate enough to spam a tagboard that virtually no one reads and I need to constantly plug just to keep my domain name, your parents must not have hugged you much as a child right?

Either way, here are some things I want to say to you:
1. If we're acquainted - which I assume, we are - consider whatever respect and chivalrous intentions I had for you gone. If we're good friends, then I'm severely disappointed in your immaturity and inability to control yourself.

2. You're not funny. Your actions did not cause amusement nor laughter. Perhaps your sense of humour sucks, or perhaps you just suck

3. Thanks for the IP address. Now I can track you down. Prepare to suffer, be subject to ridicule and general hatred.

4. Please get a hobby or learn a trade for your otherwise meaningless life. At least then you will be able to support yourself and stop relying on others to survive. Not only that, perhaps you might acquire some friends which will educate you in the ways of treating others. Finally, you will have something to past the time with, instead of making pointless posts on a tagboard.

5. I won't say your spam didn't affect me, because it did. I am annoyed, I am angry. I am also baffled. Did I do something to you? Did I hurt you deep inside? Because if I did, I'm not sorry and I hope whatever I did to hurt you haunts you for the rest of your days in the asylum. If I didn't do anything to harm you then I'm flattered you decided I'll be the best person to lavish your stalkerish affection upon. I'm sorry I can't return those feelings but I will accept any dead animals, beheaded doll lookalikes you send my way.

Sorry there's only five points. I couldn't be bothered to waste anymore of my time on you. If there's anything you want me to know personal, try telling it to my face next time okay? At least then I'll acknowlege your courage.

P.S. Rot in hell dipshit.

Some charcoal with that tea madam?

2009-11-04T02:18:00.003+11:00

A spoonful of sugar may make the medicine go down, but to get the medicine out, you'll need a spoonful of charcoal. That's the idea behind Sort of Coal's Kuro Powder. Wash down a teaspoon of the pinewood charcoal, which isn't digestible, with plenty of water, and you'll isolate toxins in the body and flush them out. After a month of fashion shows, we can think of a few people who'll thank us for the information.

-- style.com

The SORT OF COAL shop website can be found HERE

Ladette to Lady and other ridicious television shows.

2009-11-03T23:18:00.002+11:00

Lately I've been indulging on any TV show that catches my fancy since I am unofficially on holiday. I finished watching "NCIS" when "Aussie Ladette to Lady" starting screening. For everyone who's had the fortune to miss this reality TV show, it's about a bunch of Australian girls who are careless, carefree and generally out there. They're not traditional, they're not conservative. They get flown over to England to be "reeducated into being ladies". They are instructed on things such as flower arrangement, needlework and who knows what else (thank you Wikipedia). Cue puke.

Admittedly, these women are not your average girla next door. They wear trashy clothing, swear a lot and like "masculine" things like cars, sports and beer. Does it really matter? Who decided women had to be ladies who had tea and entertained guests with pastries? Who decided that women needed to know how to sit, eat and talk? Who the hell decided HOW we eat, sit and talk? I don't see TV shows where they take "feminine" men and turn them into buff, chivalrous studs or whatever the male equivalent would be.

The main problem I have with TV shows like this is that they impose a stupid, old fashioned idea of gender roles. I don't think such roles are applicable in today's society any longer. Really, what women has time to work, look after the child, fix a three course meal, have it hot and on the table, look immaculate in pearls just as her husband walks in the door? Besides Superwoman I mean. We acknowledge this but even then, there are women out there achieving these feats. You know why? Because society still feels like this is what we're suppose to do. I applaud the men and women who achieve this. I just don't feel like it's necessary. Why is there such a stigma attached to men who raise children? Good on them I say.

I'm not even going to bother explaining the ways we can change or why we should. It should be evident. If boys want to wear dresses, so be it. So a girl has a tattoo along her arm and works on cars? Who cares. Don't think this stupid idea of assigned gender roles doesn't effect you, because it does. Look at our educational system. We're "apparently" suffering a boy's crisis in education because the system os "overly feminised". Apparently boys don't want to take up the educational role because it's seen traditionally as a female role of the governess and the carer of children. Yes, I will look at the flip side and say girls too refuse to take up the masculine roles available. I'm aware that there are very few girls taking classes in engineering.

I'm not biased. I'm not chauvinistic. I just prefer understanding and acceptance. At the end of the day, the only parties worth going to are the ones who ask you to come as you are.

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2009-11-03T23:08:00.002+11:00

From topshop to me, to you.

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37 Degrees ; It's hot in here!

2009-11-03T13:57:00.001+11:00

INSOMN!A by Craig David

2009-11-03T03:17:00.003+11:00

Feels like insomnia, oh ohhh,
Feels like insomnia, oh ohhh.

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Redorating my bedroom: the door.

2009-11-02T18:36:00.001+11:00

Over the weekend, my mummy found a cork board that was the right size for me to hang on the door of my bedroom. My mummy and I went to Parra on Sunday because my aunt wanted to do some shopping. I went because I was looking for a cork board. Mum ended up finding it in a bargain store for like 5$! Anyway, I finally put it up today! I spent about three hours decorating it beforehand though.

I just used a lot of material I hoarded over the year. For example, a necklace I bought from Diva that I never wore. It was on sale and so cute! I also reused some old things I never wore but didn't want to throw out cos I loved them e.g. a PacMan necklace a friend gave me and my handmade turtle.

Here are some photos:

That was the initial material I decided to put on the board.

This is the final product! The orange thing at the middle bottom of the cork board is actually one of those stick on tattoos. I just stuck it on some orange cardboard and wet it as if the cardboard was skin! I'm so glad it turned out okay. :D

More detailed shots! I made the black flower bow thing myself :D It has a button in the middle of it as well. The postcards are just some I picked up at uni. I didn't stick the one with the girl cause... it was nice on it's own. In the first photo you can see my turtle and the bird thing I got from the Diva necklace.

That's all! Bye!

Ohhh... I forgot. When I was looking for materials, I came across some old photos. Here's one of them:

LOL IT'S ME!

Her dress is made out of Hello Kitty dolls! Awesome!

2009-11-02T14:00:00.000+11:00

SEXY CHICK by David Guetta ft. Akon

2009-11-02T13:42:00.000+11:00

I currently love this song. Along with "I LIKE IT ROUGH" by Lady Gaga.

In other news, I am currently waiting on shipments of books and stationery. I bought a couple of stapleless staplers and some iPod socks. Then a bunch of books from bookdepository.co.uk because it's much cheaper than buying it from bookstores PLUS there's free international shipping.

I've been spending a bunch of money lately. I really most stop it. This is how I pass my days. Spending money, dreading work and shopping online. I also need to study soon. Boo. Speaking of spending, I'm still unsure about buying the silver sequined "Illusionist" Mink Pink skirt. It's on sale, but I much prefer the one in black (which is NOT on sale, unfortunately). I should decide in an hour, if I make the order after 3PM, I have to wait one extra business day before it ships. Argh.

Okay, I'm out. I'll blog later. Maybe.

P.S. HI STEVE.