tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36018435251651540942024-03-14T02:52:06.115+11:00ceci n'est pas ployPloyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-7070954137414939042009-12-21T21:05:00.002+11:002009-12-21T21:13:16.539+11:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://22.media.tumblr.com/5Ei2DuyVGnhgjn8bTcv8KOOqo1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/5Ei2DuyVGnhgjn8bTcv8KOOqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.media.tumblr.com/FNykNRS6Lobm7cyd3w3QNehAo1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/FNykNRS6Lobm7cyd3w3QNehAo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://19.media.tumblr.com/FNykNRS6LnjcnwznYSLE7MvIo1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://19.media.tumblr.com/FNykNRS6LnjcnwznYSLE7MvIo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://21.media.tumblr.com/FNykNRS6Lobm7gv3YXT7wkTYo1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/FNykNRS6Lobm7gv3YXT7wkTYo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpqd7o9epx1qzykrpo1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 495px; height: 700px;" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpqd7o9epx1qzykrpo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />kelly osbourne is quite possibly the luckiest woman on earth.Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-19382826960403855992009-12-20T14:49:00.005+11:002009-12-20T15:02:34.842+11:00last tuesday i went to south melbourne beach.<br />the weather and company were lovely.<br />spending a day at the beach made me feel so australian. i felt the need to go <span style="font-style:italic;">"throw a shrimp on the barbie"</span>, even though in australia we don't say <span style="font-style:italic;">'shrimp'</span>, we call them <span style="font-style:italic;">'prawns'</span>.<br />here are a few happy snaps.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL0w95fXf11n4n2b9syjPm2FGd0FLWCymbqzLK58r1yImt7hZ5PFxujuw89_WzTYp0FD7QrXNxvBSiQBRt0WI-mL7WU6bGpV8qhHbnchYEUMA3Au3R0_0w18m7yxpq7rYaEU3LjmvPZNgT/s1600-h/Beach+Day+068-pola.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/13BD1VieOmkw9cknxh4wtMllo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-54311561388289343042009-05-12T23:50:00.000+10:002009-05-12T23:51:03.174+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSwQquKZIU5ZGfRimj4GKARjqUFKSSKlbS97KJXB474mLv4iGB0WX8KF62E0AShLTB1d67iZ7S2x2clI8GkUio84-snKLWQFOG776wtGLA7FLOcZMdq_EDqZA4qjMgipEH8LQj3Xdn0hW/s1600-h/it'ssohardtogointothecity.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSwQquKZIU5ZGfRimj4GKARjqUFKSSKlbS97KJXB474mLv4iGB0WX8KF62E0AShLTB1d67iZ7S2x2clI8GkUio84-snKLWQFOG776wtGLA7FLOcZMdq_EDqZA4qjMgipEH8LQj3Xdn0hW/s400/it'ssohardtogointothecity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334934590974989666" /></a>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-3116378450814963312009-05-12T23:46:00.001+10:002009-05-12T23:48:48.699+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVnXWJGafvVnX7TcI1fYE7wc-SZKQoMVv4ZbmNuXoBg0hbRNqjMqADyMD-18Lv9qP0g-QHe7Tkq-w6lmbXk3b-4N2j_BzirfrNPWxJnPGM9LWwYq2smPlVgbiSSLNALXPtI5vvV3Jl8S6/s1600-h/nawweird.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVnXWJGafvVnX7TcI1fYE7wc-SZKQoMVv4ZbmNuXoBg0hbRNqjMqADyMD-18Lv9qP0g-QHe7Tkq-w6lmbXk3b-4N2j_BzirfrNPWxJnPGM9LWwYq2smPlVgbiSSLNALXPtI5vvV3Jl8S6/s400/nawweird.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334933745362023298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Ceebs blogging atm because of exams, and Migara constantly demoralising me</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">.</span><br /></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-91860286705177758852009-05-03T13:23:00.003+10:002009-05-03T13:32:20.403+10:00Oh Faris.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wFYhbOLXgx8MCOtGuX09nioJG7Qma2rGQeW5VDMBNUoThpzQJqY9fKImnYNUVH_BDdGE8ihyphenhyphenEnHjV4adm4feDvWOBPgmyecPtLg96t2xpJ6RK4_9uklYowvtiWrTnisz-yNn-x86_g27/s1600-h/faris.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBJNqPPeIEqYn8sHtzn_cQZ1WeYYedrBetdLjPDcL2Rj0MYy7VSpq0xNco8WnaKPDASoes1WFZLjFF9kt41uISRiJTka0O_BC0r2VJOD4fO7doBOEZiLHOtpQ0eyCH_u5nAxzMhmTKrWb4/s400/faris1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331435177030692914" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaxkNsYeN1g81BjJAbOeMQBihdgRTE0NYYrmDP8wgRZNPDb-mm-Xg-IR3yvYENMIO36aaZ31DKbDbdKe5aVHdyw6I-WYTCfbn2k5hI8c7lw7s-kC3w3DzTi52EliulnMJJ0zwHQa4uyq6/s1600-h/faris1.gif" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaxkNsYeN1g81BjJAbOeMQBihdgRTE0NYYrmDP8wgRZNPDb-mm-Xg-IR3yvYENMIO36aaZ31DKbDbdKe5aVHdyw6I-WYTCfbn2k5hI8c7lw7s-kC3w3DzTi52EliulnMJJ0zwHQa4uyq6/s400/faris1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331433412306837378" /></a>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-27386307254421858402009-05-03T00:17:00.004+10:002009-05-03T00:27:16.056+10:00fmylife.com<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">So I don't know if I'm the only one but I'm pretty much over fmylife.com, and have been for a while now, for a number of reasons:<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">1. They're not funny anymore; the novelty has worn off</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">2. Most of them sound fake</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">3. They're all very repetitive, i.e. today, I did something nice for my gf/bf, they broke up with me, or some other form of irony</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">4. Most of the people who these bad things "happen" to deserve it anyway</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-61470473990410099652009-05-02T18:50:00.008+10:002009-05-02T19:03:02.999+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1usUbOCzauFJKsrmZeHbPpZdmhsI5MKRrGvX7xpH2irDryJ7Bs4mNM3KoegiQFtwU_wMkoykPpd-z-pEU3xW9Q7VIZZKeHMqZXYnijg2COtYlyPc8cW252r4F5XDiAZeC0-TpS4-yNkln/s1600-h/HA6EiTMtQmrvon3l3kdhenH5o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1usUbOCzauFJKsrmZeHbPpZdmhsI5MKRrGvX7xpH2irDryJ7Bs4mNM3KoegiQFtwU_wMkoykPpd-z-pEU3xW9Q7VIZZKeHMqZXYnijg2COtYlyPc8cW252r4F5XDiAZeC0-TpS4-yNkln/s400/HA6EiTMtQmrvon3l3kdhenH5o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331149243822897938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"The gutter may profess its love then follow it with hesitation,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A stronger girl would shake this off in flight and never give it more than a frowning hour,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">But you have let your heart decide Loss has conquered you,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">You've won one too many fights wearing many hats every time,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">But you wont win here tonight,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">You've made it through the direst of straits alright,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Can you help it if plain love now seems less interesting?<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">You haven't changed an ounce in my eyes,<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">And I cannot lecture you,<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">And does anything I say seem relevant at all?<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">You've been at the helm since you were just five while I cannot claim to be more than a passenger,<br /></span></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Let the good times end tonight,</span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Just a moment or two from now,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Not a mind will retain even a trace,<br />Of the thoughts that I struggled to tell<br />And how our stack of cards just fell,<br />So settle this once and for all,<br />The light no longer shows the cracks around my door,<br />And I have no lantern to light your way home tonight"<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Girl Sailor - The Shins</span></span><br /></div></span></span></span></div></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-83698034893348897722009-05-02T01:16:00.007+10:002009-05-02T19:04:23.490+10:00A - Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-lAWs9BEvYDr2InUK5CgMHL3r6BNDin3AnmFwdc-9R6wFzKZFf6hihRYi7xjjTNJ1rCM72Q2ihe7yaioL1joNAJ3vxg71N3xPSbvLSIXOY5EqB1s_rcVDgp6y6SqzSXaUFmynNkfXTZ-/s1600-h/ikRia1QKbmf19m143NpqfH3Zo1_500.jpg"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330886761678837170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-lAWs9BEvYDr2InUK5CgMHL3r6BNDin3AnmFwdc-9R6wFzKZFf6hihRYi7xjjTNJ1rCM72Q2ihe7yaioL1joNAJ3vxg71N3xPSbvLSIXOY5EqB1s_rcVDgp6y6SqzSXaUFmynNkfXTZ-/s400/ikRia1QKbmf19m143NpqfH3Zo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I feel the need to write, to draw, to do anything. I want to write in my diary but I have too much to say and my hands are too tired. I should do something productive but I can't bring myself to it. I waste too much time. Sometimes I feel like I'm wasting my life away but I don't know what to do about it, but when I stop and think about it I haven't wasted my life away. In my 15 years I've done more than some people will do in a lifetime. I don't know what to do with my time right now so I've been posting blogs like crazy even though I have nothing worthwhile to write about. I love making lists so here's my A-Z of the year thus far. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">lexandra - You always have been and always will be one of my best friends.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">B</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">eauty - I've learnt to look past outer appearances.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">C</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">atcher in the Rye.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">D</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">epression - I had several bouts with you. You changed me and my life. You brought me closer to some beautiful people. I'm pulling though you with their help.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">E</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">mbarrassing.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">F</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">riends - I've learnt who my real friends are.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">G</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">uys - A few have come in and out of my life this year. I'm still learning.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">H</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ope - I've regained it.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nspiration - There's so much of it around me.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">J</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ewellery - I want more.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">K</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">isses.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">L</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ove - I have so much love and have realised that there are people who love me too.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">M</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">RISA M.U.N.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">N</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ailpolish - I'm hardly ever with out it nowadays.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">O</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">bsessive - I can be at times.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">P</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ersonal Project - Doneski.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Q</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ueen - Freddie Mercury is amazing.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">R</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ebellious - I've had my badass moments this year.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">S</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">torms - I love them. Everything's so much cleaner afterwards.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">T</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ime - I waste it.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">U</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nderstanding.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">V</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ampire Weekend - Favourite. Band. Ever.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">W</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">avy hair - I've put down the iron and have started embracing my natural curl.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">X</span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">rays - They always have and always will make me nervous.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Y</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">oga - My new love.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Z</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">hlub - I have really bad social skills.</span></span></span></div></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-16137913419088365562009-05-02T00:51:00.001+10:002009-05-02T00:53:24.373+10:00Exam Schedule<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLbPZay2nhJlpm2qqjEJLDvgTd9oBgHKkE4R-uExIUKXHds9lRdR6sBW8VJ0ySUI9iJ12V52RlEe__b8EDiabN2h8xgWKSWuY3BMJKQ6SmWAIJI6-EBelYNcImc5fF03ENjNTwdnKlG03/s1600-h/exam+scheduel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLbPZay2nhJlpm2qqjEJLDvgTd9oBgHKkE4R-uExIUKXHds9lRdR6sBW8VJ0ySUI9iJ12V52RlEe__b8EDiabN2h8xgWKSWuY3BMJKQ6SmWAIJI6-EBelYNcImc5fF03ENjNTwdnKlG03/s400/exam+scheduel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330868569716475378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Bleh.</span></span></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-34883969344959964622009-05-01T23:19:00.006+10:002009-05-02T00:10:26.321+10:00Delegates, superman-ing that ho is not in order!<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I've put my "internet life" to the side lately because, well, a lot's been going on in my "real" life. Things are slowing down a little now because exams are in two weeks. Eeeeek! So last week was the first ever MRISA M.U.N. at my school. Only two other schools came so it was waaaaaay smaller than THIMUN in Singapore. Because of the size and the fact that it would be the first ever MRISA M.U.N. my expectations were really low, but I actually ended up having a really good time. I made new friends and got to know people better, please ignore all possible (sexual) connotations. Although at times I was a little lost and confused I had an amazing time and can't wait for the next M.U.N. Some of the highlights were notepassing and the superlatives - in which I totally cleaned up: in my GA I shared "Most likely to take over the world" with my neighbour the delegate of Cambodia, and in the plenary I was voted "Most flirtatious female delegate" and I shared "Best couple" with the delegate of China. M.U.N. left me with lots of memories and a ridiculous amount of work to catch up on. </span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_9_1yXmnD9lD9sVGnnrzK7n5fDaXATRxU9hkOfHeS0mFC1EuWOlEIfwJluwxIvlOKguROb8qIcHUt2kl-YNVDuuuLUsp6xt98AYk27vlP8FnidJDgHKih15bPGokpqnpxq2XFdhDHoGq/s400/unismun+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330855824432706754" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Apart from M.U.N. things have been quite good. I'm much happier now than I've been in ages, and I owe that to a lot of people. When shit got bad they were there for me and I thought I was alone they pulled through and were there for me. For that they'll always have a special place in my heart. I don't know how to thank them.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">So yeah things have been pretty good lately, but the other night somebody said some things that really got to me. I'll hope I'll be able to sort things out with him maturely, but he really needs to just mind his own business. He thinks he knows everything but he knows nothing about me at all. Anyway I'm not going to be one of those little bitches who writes shit about people on their blog.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;">Ohohoh, I also have a new obsession: tumblr. I've been stalking a few people on it and I'm thinking about getting my own.</span></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-76818520727324395732009-05-01T23:15:00.003+10:002009-05-02T13:26:29.398+10:00<blockquote></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-size:18;" ><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">"There is a point in life where you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything, but it’s not giving up. It’s realizing you don’t need certain people and their crap"</span><br /></em></span></span></div></span>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-7336938316151053282009-05-01T19:46:00.005+10:002009-05-02T02:06:37.305+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcqiMPkgtC7gkDn0WfLRwk2qsb7Fu9nqirvoNP-TG8gfVwxCmlclsZ1hz3VdB39pq_qo11Dh1KSfDh7VJJZlyln6yZBJHvD2YZYNeYtnoayIX7x471SsDpbrjTa30_H1SUyeds22hxMYZ0/s1600-h/cassie.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcqiMPkgtC7gkDn0WfLRwk2qsb7Fu9nqirvoNP-TG8gfVwxCmlclsZ1hz3VdB39pq_qo11Dh1KSfDh7VJJZlyln6yZBJHvD2YZYNeYtnoayIX7x471SsDpbrjTa30_H1SUyeds22hxMYZ0/s400/cassie.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330792468177776802" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:'Courier New';font-size:11px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you like me, look up.You like me. You like me. Look up, if you like me. Look up, if you like me. Look up, if you like me.</span></span></span><br /></div></span>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-57140835576802998082009-04-20T13:25:00.006+10:002009-04-20T13:51:04.722+10:00I miss your embrace, sideways happy face<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-ZLFk4TTsmJVjt8t2Sqhh5CLZWYMdm6MbAdvEJIVBnIdQqG6VNNr0SYa5aZNrl_p0tXLg-Tt-SYH6bGsYCgMqGbr7sNtJfS4rqNe3jtQ4_RxIajQ2kN_EB8eCuYqf1ppcYkmKzQFvefl/s1600-h/necessities.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326612792918793506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-ZLFk4TTsmJVjt8t2Sqhh5CLZWYMdm6MbAdvEJIVBnIdQqG6VNNr0SYa5aZNrl_p0tXLg-Tt-SYH6bGsYCgMqGbr7sNtJfS4rqNe3jtQ4_RxIajQ2kN_EB8eCuYqf1ppcYkmKzQFvefl/s400/necessities.jpg" border="0" /></span></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Once again I'm writing whilst at home on a school day, and once again I'm actually sick. I don't know what's wrong. My immune system just seems to have given up. I've been sick a lot lately. Actually I've gotten sick more times in Vietnam than I did in Malaysia and Australia put together; as beautiful as it is here, it's not very clean. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">All this time free time I've had lead me to old issues of NYLON which I had lying around and I decided to listen to some of the musicians mentioned. I decided to take a chance and listen to some of the rap artists mentioned in NYLON and was pleasantly surprised. Although I don't necessarily like rap, I have learnt to appreciate it and have gotten over my whole "RAHRAHRAH I'M SO BR00T4L" and "I hate anything that isn't dark, morbid and depressing" stages. However I still much prefer hardcore to rap, no questions asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">Aside from homework and perusing through old magazines, all of this spare time has allowed me to think about everything that is wrong with myself. Well, not <em>wrong</em> but the things that I could improve on. I am an avid list maker so I decided to make one of all the things that I want to do/improve on/fix. In a way they're sort of like New Year's resolutions, but you don't have to wait til the new year comes around to engage in some self-improvement!</span><br /><ol><li><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I want to become better at managing my time</span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">I want to talk to people more</span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">I want to become a better listener and be more understanding</span></li><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">I want to calm down and be more "chill"</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I want to get active</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I want to eat healthier</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I want to be more open minded</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I want to be more creative</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I want to healthier sleep habits</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I want to read more</span></li></ol><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">Those are the main ones, and the only ones that come to mind right away. The first one if the most important however the list isn't really in any particular order. I need to become better at managing my time because at the moment I don't start my homework til 8 and am up until midnight most nights doing it, and in the mornings I am a total zombie. I need my sleep. Anyway I really should be doing homework right now. I'm very easily distracted by things like blogs, MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, MSN, etc. I really don't feel like it though; my tummy hurts so much. I just want to crawl up in bed and cry.</span></p>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-41051569181828251182009-04-16T20:47:00.002+10:002009-04-16T20:59:42.552+10:00Future Husband.<a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5300000/Jamie-Campbell-Bower-Caius-twilight-series-5349840-393-500.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5300000/Jamie-Campbell-Bower-Caius-twilight-series-5349840-393-500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://gossipteen.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/jamie-campbell-bower-papermag.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://gossipteen.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/jamie-campbell-bower-papermag.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t9/Nambrosia/Famous%20People/jamiieeeeee.jpg" border="0" /> <div><a href="http://twilightbuzz.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/jason-campbell-bower.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://twilightbuzz.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/jason-campbell-bower.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn204/twiceXxShy/Jamie%20Campbell%20Bower/JamieCampbellBower.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn204/twiceXxShy/Jamie%20Campbell%20Bower/JamieCampbellBower.gif" border="0" /></a></div></div></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I just want to eat Jamie Campbell-Bower on toast.</span></p>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-89567359278263447322009-04-16T00:12:00.003+10:002009-04-16T00:36:58.688+10:00This is fact not fiction for the first time in years<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxisEMTwt1PLZjXNQ-nqeoyHgPCFnETyGVJImO3677c-XClOVjQf5jFfSvndi-nEdKPP0zq-P3NJ5Hz-grWIgW_7aTsbvpQMaFvYmfOQZbpgV5mU2l8q0iuqLkykFT61Y59N__bCoUqzP4/s1600-h/z164937746.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324926869102224754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxisEMTwt1PLZjXNQ-nqeoyHgPCFnETyGVJImO3677c-XClOVjQf5jFfSvndi-nEdKPP0zq-P3NJ5Hz-grWIgW_7aTsbvpQMaFvYmfOQZbpgV5mU2l8q0iuqLkykFT61Y59N__bCoUqzP4/s320/z164937746.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">As of late I've been feeling good. I could go so far as to say that I'm happy but I won't because I know that, like most of the things I say, it will come back to bite me in the arse. I also don't want to jinx it. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">The hot weather has set in, and I guess it means that summer is either here or it is most definitely on the way. It's hot at the moment, but in comparison to how hot it'll be here in June/July/August, this is nothing. The arrival of summer signifies the end of the school year. Although it's not quite here yet but it's so close. I couldn't be happier that this school year is ending. Grade 10 hasn't been the best experience. I don't mean that entirely, because I loved grade 10 as much as I hated it. As exciting as the end of the school year is, it also means exams. Ick. It also means that people will leave.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">Even though I said that I was happy before, I'm also tired. I'm both physically and mentally exhausted. Getting all of my school work done usually means staying up til midnight. When I get to bed I have such a hard time getting to sleep because of all the thoughts running through my head, so in effect I only get about 6 hours of sleep each night. That may be enough for some people, but it isn't enough for me. Getting out of bed in the morning is the hardest thing ever and I walk around in a zombie-like state until about 9 o'clock. Going through the school day on only 6 hour sleep would be okay if it wasn't for P.E. and now P.E.'s even worse because it's so hot and humid outside. The heat and the humidity seem to drain energy. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">To make up for my sleep deprivation and lack of energy I've been playing music constantly, hoping that it will give me energy. I love music, even though my attempts at learning instruments all failed. The lyrics inspire me and provoke thought. I hope one day I'll be able to write and draw things that are just as thought provoking and inspirational. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">Speaking of though provoking and inspiration things, the other night there was a massive storm that woke me up at around 3 in the morning. As cliche as it sounds, I love storms. I think they're beautiful. I love wrapping myself up in a blanket and staring out the window as I watch the rain fall and lighting flash. I haven't seen a storm like that in ages. There's something about heavy rain which I love. I don't know what exactly. I like how it washes all the dirt away. I love going out after heavy rain because it feels as if everything is clean and everything bad has been washed away. I wish I'd stayed up and watched it for a little longer but I was exhausted and quickly went back to sleep.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">Although it has been quite wet, it's sunny as well. I like how clean everything is after the rain and the sun. There's something about bright sunlight that shows everything in a different perspective and makes everything feel alright.</span></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-2781560600722535172009-04-12T02:07:00.002+10:002009-04-12T03:01:57.336+10:00Slip me into something warm; My eyes still scream childhood<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMTLTjH7OJpVE4_c9O1tg6L7QhzBLD-jq-RMvM2MPArrRT_J1fZPRllxsMjukvQWizQwytzO1p0KOURLKgNvLXxuytAjFDAP38hd8_IHOV-E8WYNcYGiKNXHNjO3SvN5pJA2BQeika7n23/s1600-h/z179759916.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMTLTjH7OJpVE4_c9O1tg6L7QhzBLD-jq-RMvM2MPArrRT_J1fZPRllxsMjukvQWizQwytzO1p0KOURLKgNvLXxuytAjFDAP38hd8_IHOV-E8WYNcYGiKNXHNjO3SvN5pJA2BQeika7n23/s320/z179759916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323480062565239682" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was laying on my bed flipping though my diary when it finally hit me: it's April already. Where has this year gone? So much has happened in such little time and the time really has flown by. January feels like it was only yesterday. It feels like year 10 started the other week, but no, that was eight months ago, and the school year's almost over. In around two months we'll akk be on our summer holidays. In a little over four months it'll be a new school year. I'll be in year 11, and that scares me. It means there are only two years left of high school, then we'll close that chapter of our lives and move on to the "real" world. We've all grown up so fast. The days spent running around on the playground, falling over, scraping knees, crying, then getting back up again two seconds later, don't feel as long ago as they really were. Everything and everybody is so different now. In a way I love how complex and difficult our lives are becoming, and all of this independence, freedom and experience. In a way I hate it too; everything's so complicated and things aren't easy. We have to take not only what we want, but what everybody else wants into account. We have to think about the consequences of our actions. We've also learnt, and are learning how things really are. The world seems so much harsher now, and we've realised that we really are alone. We've learnt the hard way that when things go wrong and we get hurt, they can't be kissed better. We either have to deal with it ourselves, let go or live with the consequences. I miss so much about being a little kid. Everybody was so carefree and no where near as judgemental as they are now; making a friend was as easy as going up to that kid down the street and asking them if they wanted to come over for a swim or play cricket. Now it's nothing like that, but as much as I miss the simplicity of being a child, I do love all the drama of being a teenager and I honestly I really wouldn't go back in time.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was looking through old photos from this time last year and I've changed so much since then, both physically and as a person. I've grown up so fast. Everybody has. It's amazing. I don't notice people changing as it happens, unless it's something drastic, but when I do it really does take my breath away. As hard as growing up is, it's an adventure in itself and, as cheesy as it sounds, we should enjoy every minute of it. It awful at the time, but some day we'll look back at all this and smile.</span></span></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-19023632062848241572009-04-11T21:20:00.007+10:002009-04-11T21:35:25.449+10:00Colorize!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheqUv_PfB97Idoo1V8ngFJKHGAiiT1bhmQuE_5bkP5zaaOD1NOAShPQhwfG7JbHyfg_rVmlijKsigWlf9ju8KeFxFy1_NuhYWyhtQwqKR5CGlrzeMfzuFUj1fXVOefYX_aFT_LvwjibNKR/s1600-h/rayban-colorize-kit-wayfarer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheqUv_PfB97Idoo1V8ngFJKHGAiiT1bhmQuE_5bkP5zaaOD1NOAShPQhwfG7JbHyfg_rVmlijKsigWlf9ju8KeFxFy1_NuhYWyhtQwqKR5CGlrzeMfzuFUj1fXVOefYX_aFT_LvwjibNKR/s320/rayban-colorize-kit-wayfarer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323395571961438562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I stumbled across these today and found them muchos excitingos!</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Ray Bans have come up with these: Colorize glasses. They're Wayfarers which you can customise yourself! I personally think they're brilliant because it means no more thoughts like "Oh god, she's wearing the same glasses as me" and thinking that </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">she</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> looks better in them that I do.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I like them so much that I can get over my hate of American spelling.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Ray Bans ftw!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6BbSWsGr07sa8e6ABNNg3H8N13UCFDZ8i3zLNvzLdf4cD2G8Qc_oKmG8J6G4em7DeKSPu97ODVqkRUfQ4hiuXLnIvf1w0dh_fL6ESwww8hpeBHJvUMmMFWBFaA5WgSIhUI2u3ARtNh8eM/s400/colorize.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323395256446703346" /></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-34734715551105664642009-04-11T19:58:00.006+10:002009-04-11T21:36:02.326+10:00I want to sleep in the city that never wakes up, and revel in nostalgia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o205/SOCIALclerk/Nylon-Mexico-Leighton-gossip-girl-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 584px;" src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o205/SOCIALclerk/Nylon-Mexico-Leighton-gossip-girl-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Love's a risk, quite the little escapologist,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Love's so miffed, When you wish for a thousand places better than this, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">He wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Blinded by nostalgia he wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">She was enraged, by the way, that the emperors were trapped in the cage, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And the days, She'd seemed dull, The empty nights spent reading beer bottles, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">You're such a fugitive but you don't know what you're running from, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">You can kid us, You can't trick anyone, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Houdini you don't know what you're running from, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">It's a loss just because, it wasn't all you thought it was, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">You're the fugitive but you don't know what you're running away from, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">She said "I want to sleep in the city that never wakes up and revel in nostalgia" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">He wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">But Dorothy was right though</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">You should all go listen to "Old Yellow Bricks" by the Arctic Monkeys now. I've been listening to it non-stop.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">It's late Saturday afternoon and I'm sitting here with my laptop on lap reflecting on the day that h</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">as passed and I am content. Unlike a lot of other days I feel like I actually did something today, and that makes me happy. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The day didn't start out very well, I woke up at quarter to 8 on a Saturday morning. I was still tired so I wanted to go back to sleep but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't. So I decided to get up and do something which I haven't done in about a week: exercise. Usually just thinking about physical activity upsets me but this morning I genuinly felt like moving. It was weird. I didn't actually want to go outside though so I popped in a Gossip Girl DVD and watched while I rode the exercise bike. The time flew by, and it also rekindled my love for Gossip Girl. I love that show. All the beautiful people, beautiful clothes and dramatic storylines make me froth at the mouth. No lies. I especially love Leighton Meester, Blair. I think she's beautiful and she's one of my many girl crushes. After my exercise and Gossip Girl I freshened up and did some sketching and painting. Lately I've been experimenting with water colours. I'm not too keen on them. I much prefer just using coloured pencils tbh. For lunch we had Thai food. It was waaaaay too spicy for me and I drank about a litre of water in one sitting. I fail at being Asian. After lunch mum and I went shoe shopping. I love shoe shopping here simply because when they tell you they don't have your size it's not as if it's your fault, like you can't go exercise and diet to make your feet smaller. You simply just can't help it, well as far as I know, and it isn't as bad for my self esteem. Sadly my feet are too big and there were no shoes in my size. I thought size 7/38 were normal, apparently not. Owh well. I was looking for plain black patent leather round toed heels for MUN in two weeks time. I already have a pair of black round patent leather round toed heels but they're sequined and well, I think, I'd look like a dick if I wore them in the day time. I guess they're not that noticable, anyway they'll be my last resort. They did have some shoes in my size but I'm really picky about shoes and a lot of the shoes here have disgusting and uneccessary decorations</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">o</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">n</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> them that just completely ruin the whole shoe and they really put me off. I did actually find one ni</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">ce pair of shoes which fit and everything but one of them was scratched and the lady wanted a ludicrous amount of money so my mother insisted that we barge out of the shop without a second glace. I'm kind of scared of her so I did as she said. While we were walking around some weird Vietnamese guys tried to trip me over and made some comments about me in Vietnamese. I hate it when they do that. Why can't I just walk around like a normal person without being called "fat", "ugly", having something perverted said about me or laughed and pointed at. It erks me. It wasn't as if I was asking for attention today either. I was wearing leggings and a baggy singlet with a cardi on top. What also really erks me is when guys who are like 30 do it; I'm 15 for fucks sake! Anyway that was my little rant for the day. So after coming home empty handed I got onto my tablet hoping to do some school work but ended up watching videos of Mitchell Davis on YouTube. I'm very easily distracted. But seriously, I love his videos; he's so funny. When I got home I also checked on my water colour experiment and I wasn't very impressed. The pictures don't turn out to well because: </span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">1) I suck at painting</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">2) I don't have small brushes to do all the ickle things so I just end up smudging it all</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Maybe I'd like painting more if I had better brushes. Next time I'm near an arty shop I'll go buy some.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 20px;">Psssssssssst, I also have a new blog header!</span></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-90060264372179550612009-04-10T00:01:00.003+10:002009-04-10T00:32:42.108+10:00Take off your colours, Who are you wearing them for? All respect was left at the door.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Two blogposts in a row, yeow! Well I was sick today , so I spent yet another day at home. Thankfully I didn't miss anything important. It was athletics day today, but I missed it because I was actually sick. I don't mind staying at home when I'm pretending to be sick but being home when you're actually sick isn't quite so wonderful. However, all this time alone has given me time to think about myself. I've decided to grow up and just get over myself and other things. Yeah, sometimes shit gets bad but that's life. I've cleaned some things up and I'm ready to make a fresh start. Anyway, back to athletics day. I was away today and Lions, the house I'm in, won. That says a lot. The last sports day at school was the swimming carnival in which I actively participated and my house came last. I didn't show up to this one and my house won. I get the point now. Sports have neve been my forte. Well no, that's a lie. Believe it or not I used to play teams sports quite well and swam, played tennis and horse rode weekly, but everything went downhill once puberty hit. Lame.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well, I'm back to school tomorrow! This is good and bad depending on who you are and how you look at it. I'm happy to be going back because it means I'll get to interact with other human beings face-to-face and I'll get to breathe in the fresh air etc. I'm sad because it means no more sleeping in, humanities presentations, french written assessments, math tests, no tea, and face-to-face interaction with other human beings. Owh well, you can't always win. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There's not much to write since I didn't do much today. I did more sketching however! I love designing clothes. Clothes make me happy. Not just owning them but the way they look and just everything about them. When I grow up I want to wake up every morning and look forward to going to work, and I know working in fashion would do that for me. What makes me sad is thelack of fashion in Vietnam. It's all very uninspiring. I try my hardest to see the beauty in things, but honestly, the fashion here makes me want to vomit. No joke. Maybe it's different in the south but in Hanoi it's awful. To make up for it I spend copious amounts of time browsing clothing store websites, fashion magazine websites, chictopia, lookbook and random blogs for inspiration. There are so many beautiful and creative people out there. I wish I had the guts to dress like that but people here aren't so open minded nor do they understand so I'm pretty sure they'd make fun of me. I know I shouldn't care, but I do. At the moment my wardrobe is also pretty limited but I'm looking forward to going back to Melbourne for the summer and making some purchases. This summer it'll be winter in Melbourne, if that makes sense, and I adore winter clothing. I love all the layering and knits. I'm thinking about whether or not I want to invest in a leather jacket, but they're quite expensive. The ones I've seen and liked have all been over $100 and I don't want to blow my budget. I'd also only get to wear it for a few weeks before coming back to the Hanoi heat. I also don't know if I could pull it off. I'm also planning on buying several cardigans and oversized jumpers. I also want several pairs of coloured/patterned tights and a nice pair of ankle boots. I have my eye on a pair by Rubi atm and they're not too expensive either. Aside from clothes I'm also planning on getting the second hole in my ear lobe re-pierced because I miss it. I'm also thinking about whether or not I want a tragus piercing but it would be awfully painful and I'd need to convince my parents, but most importantly, like the leather jacket, I don't know if I could pull it off. Anyway it's just an idea.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In other news! Babycakes released their sunglasses, which is really exciting! What makes it even more exciting is that Hanna Beth is modelling them. I would go gay for her, no questions asked. Just the fact that she's wearing them is enough to make me want to buy the glasses.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><img src="http://www.bbycks.com/shop/images/main%20picz.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 678px;" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-82392004440110505452009-04-08T19:07:00.003+10:002009-04-08T19:46:27.312+10:00I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px; ">I was sick today, so I didn't go to school. In some ways this is good but in some ways it's bad. I liked it because I got to laze about drinking various teas and munching on orange strepsil whilst sketching, reading and listening to a lot of Death Cab For Cutie. On the other hand it sucked because my head and throat were hurting like hell. Mum also went out for the day to "get out of my hair" so I was awful lonely. Usually I like being alone but being sick at the same time isn't so great. It also hasn't been so great because I can't eat anything without feeling like vomiting every where even though I am kind of hungry.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm going to stop blithering inanely now. Oh! I also finally took pictures of the shoes now. Please ignore my face, my only option was to take pictures of them on the webcam seeing as I don't have a digital camera nor do I have a phone camera because I don't have a phone anymore. What a terrible life I have. Speaking of phones, my parents have decided that I won't be getting a new one until June because apparently I can get a slightly less crap one for the same price of a crap one here in Melbourne. OH! Speaking of Melbourne, we're booked our plane tickets and I'll be going back for 8 weeks on 15th June. That's only 68 days away. How scary, yet delightful! Anyway I've changed my mind about the shoes and quite like them and I really just want to share them with all of you now :}</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-etKbd0dalKLcTrZazDllzoMjjxBtt2doNDxVPmI_bBar9wILHmmxbZBin8L_RrHmwz95IAtsmmFmp3PiNuxv9u8J_ovhyp8qtISGuqC4xGWI6aPmDMjpYvERM_h9IIJdCBA87_ZkjohP/s400/SHOOOOESSS+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322253479289148770" />Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-34673849972202923672009-04-03T16:12:00.002+11:002009-04-03T16:38:40.895+11:00Suburban Kids With Biblical Names,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.klicktrack.com/assets/shops/labrador/releases/lab064/images/lab064_skwbn-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.klicktrack.com/assets/shops/labrador/releases/lab064/images/lab064_skwbn-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Lykke Li, Sigur Ros, I'm From Barcelona. I'm falling in love with Scandinavian music, I'm not sure if Iceland is part of Scandinavia but I think it is. It's different, it inspires me and it makes me smile. That's what music's supposed to do, yeah? Yesterday at assembly the music class performed 'We're From Barcelona' by I'm From Barcelona, and that pretty much made my day.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Aside from Scandinavian music another one of my new obsessions is Twitter. At first I thought the whole concept of it didn't really appeal to me but after being persuaded into creating an account the other night I've become addicted. It gives me an undeserved sense of importance because I have 16 people following me, some of which are completely random. I've also become addicted to following other people, well "celebs". There are also the randomest "famous" people on Twitter, as in Chewbacca and Condoleeza 'Condi' Rice. It makes me lol. My dad wanted to get Twitter but I said he couldn't but now that I actually have one myself and understand it, I'm thinking of letting him get one for shits and giggles.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Well, I'm writing this post from chemistry class. We have a sub. Actually for a lot of my lessons this week I've had subs, I don't know where the teachers have gone. Because of the all the subsitutes a lot of this week's lessons have been unproductive, difficult to understand and pointless. Most of my time's been spent 'tweeting' and looking at the NYLON website. I used to this NYLON was rubbish but it really has started to grow on me. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Towards the end of this week I've been feeling a little unloved but I deserve it so I'm not too fussed about it. To kind of escape from the feeling I sat with some different people at lunch time. They were lovely. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Anyway it's a Friday and unlike a normal teenager I'm not really looking forward to the weekend because there's a shitload of homework waiting for me. Ew. Today I have the orthodontist straight after school which means French people sticking their fingers in my mouth. Joy. This blogpost isn't to enthralling. Nor was the last one. Science class doesn't really inspire me. Infact lately I've been feeling uninspired; I haven't designed, sketched or written anything in a while. It feels like there's nothing to write about. I'm not sure if it's me or the place I'm in. I have a feeling it's the place though. I need a change. It's so dull here. Everything is. The weather, the people, the landscape. There's no fashion or music scene here to inspire me. All the colours outside are dull and muted. It's all very depressing. I can't wait til the summer so I can leave and have a well deserved break from this place. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Speaking of the weather, may I just say that the weather here is crap. The weather forecasts for Hanoi always seem to be wrong as well. I have this theory that the weather reports are all a communist conspiracy. I shall delve further into that later though because I'm not really in the mood for writing write now. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Later I'll post pictures of the shoes mum bought me from Thailand which, after a week, I'm still unsure of; I can't tell if they're trendy or just plain trashy. </span></span></span></div></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-46113160203882592112009-04-01T18:31:00.002+11:002009-04-01T20:12:01.019+11:00Innocence and arrogance entwined, in the filthiest of minds<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHEDDMF4zkCCFpdZIE9LrBrJUwqyLwONz285H14yTJG6JDB3fqkLWyKe7bUNSrUcXGe0DVgoWFY2i-MwF9gBzL3w6lOWvrpen_SgchI95J8Tk4kpP1BnASer9LvONoPU6ilzrzLXfi7t1S/s1600-h/Are_we_human_by_duchesse_2_Guermante.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHEDDMF4zkCCFpdZIE9LrBrJUwqyLwONz285H14yTJG6JDB3fqkLWyKe7bUNSrUcXGe0DVgoWFY2i-MwF9gBzL3w6lOWvrpen_SgchI95J8Tk4kpP1BnASer9LvONoPU6ilzrzLXfi7t1S/s320/Are_we_human_by_duchesse_2_Guermante.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319622950057831746" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I'm really bad at keeping up with my blog. I go through phases where I post blogs nonstop, and then there are times where I just don't. Sorry. Lately I've been <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">really</span> tired and have just felt like crawling up into a ball and staying there forever. Everything has been busy. School is hectic. There are so many things that need to be done. Thankfully this weekend's a long weekend but there's so much work waiting to be done that it won't feel like a holiday at all. I hate how school does this. After this long weekend there's one more long weekend then it's just solid school for a while but then it'll be summer! Melbourne here I come!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Recently I've noticed that looks can be deceiving, and I don't mean this in a bad way. The people who seem the most innocent can be the complete opposite. For example, recently I was with somebody who is the stereotype of docile Asian boy. I turned away for like 5 seconds, then turn back around to find him buying a packet of cigarettes. I was taken aback. Also the people who seem cold or "scary" sometimes turn out to be the most caring and empathetic of all. I love it when I make discoveries like that.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I've also discovered Twitter. Well I didn't 'discover' it per se. I'd heard of it before and sort of thought it was lame. Anyway a friend of mine convinced me to sign up and now I'm addicted. It's just like updating your Facebook status but that's all it is. Brilliant! It's tres addictive. You should all get one.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Today I was rather sulky because I didn't get my way but after conversing with my father via email I've decided that it's just life and there will be other times. I'm also really tired and have lots of school work so it wouldn't be wise anyway. Speaking of school work I've gotten two good grades this week. I was very suprised, but happy nonetheless!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">This blog post lacked depth and the content wasn't that great. Sorry. But I really need to get started on my homework. Particularly my MUN policy statements which were due, what? 3 weeks ago. Hah. I feel obligated to do them now because Ms. Hofman hugged me yesterday.I also need to get started on my commentary. Ew.</span></div>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601843525165154094.post-4950934854375130942009-03-29T01:59:00.005+11:002009-03-29T15:11:28.218+11:00To Build A Home<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">There is a house built out of stone</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Wooden floors, walls and window sills</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is a place where I don't feel alone<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is a place where I feel at home<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cause, I built a home<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">for you<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">for me<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Until it disappeared<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">from me<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">from you<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Out in the garden where we planted the seeds<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There is a tree as old as me<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Branches were sewn by the color of green<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ground had arose and passed it's knees<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I climbed the tree to see the world<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Wh</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">en the gusts came around to blow me down<br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I held on as tightly as you held onto me</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I've been listening to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">'To Build A Home'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> by The Cinematic Orchestra lots lately. It's a beautiful song. A good friend of mine made me listen to it, usually when she tells me a song to listen to I'll listen to it once then never think about it again but this song really stuck with me. Later she sent me a video of her singing it and I thought it was beautiful. Just like her. Sometimes I like to watch the video when I miss her and, be if for a split second or 5 minutes, it makes me forget the physical distance between us. On top of this I just think that the lyrics and overall song are beautiful.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anyway onto what's been happening lately. Well I go back to </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">school on Monday, ew. I've had a week off of school for Spring Break but honestly it feels as if it's only been a couple of days. I'm quite proud of myself because I have had a wild night or to just like the crazy American teenagers who come to mind when I hear the words </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">'spring break'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. Unfortunately my plans to use the break to get ahead on my school work over the break fell through and I've yet to actually do any homework. Erk.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">On Friday I went up to Hanoi with dad and we spent the day tasting coffee, and I don't think I want to have another cup of coffee for the rest of my life. I felt so sick afterwards and I also have a very low caffeine tolerance; I get the shakes. In the afternoon I went to Hanna's house and we went out that night. </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Overall the break has been pretty good but it has had it's pitfalls:</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">1) As of last night I no longer have a phone. It went missing last night. We've tried calling it but who ever has it has turned it off. </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">2) The strap on my favourite floral dress broke but there's nothing to worry about as it can easily be fixed.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">3) I was</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ted a lot of time. </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">4) My mum found the pipe which I bought as a joke and she didn't appreciate the humour. </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5) I did/said some embarrassing things. Owh well, it was all in good fun and nobody was hurt.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Some of the highlights of the break were:</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">1) Seeing friends</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">2) Some other people noticed/commented on the fact that my hair is now a little longer. Excellent!</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">3) Mum came back from Thailand with presents: 2 new floral skirts (yippee!), a much needed new blush brush, a pair of heels, a pair of flats, and a copy of </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">NYLON</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. She also came back safe and sound which was nice as well. </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">4) I did some reading.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5) I did lots of diary writing.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">6) I slept lots.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318260835319725522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPXsVhx8XF4BcIa5i4xW_63dI4WxloJPDtjwzvZfEttOwmzt2bGYLSmHpzC7qf5UTiBd87WECZudUFtXja1YaRqUU8sRKfSXwj6PldReYT_oH-qfcuZFjzFYqhqNbiXolCVQNLAOO4_823/s320/z184333844.jpg" border="0" /> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Since I haven't been doing homework and have had a lot of spare time on my hands I've done some thinking about the future, and now have a vague idea of what I want to do in that time between high school and uni. I've told my parents and they seemed to be more amused by my plans than anything else. Hopefully those of you out there in the blogging world will appreciate them more than my parents did. So my plans. Lately I've been getting into yoga and I really love it so I was thinking of going off to India or somewhere for a few months to study under a Yogi. Hopefully then I'll be certified to teach yoga so if they whole going to uni thing falls through, becoming a yoga instructor could be my fall back plan. I think it'd be good and it's a nice change from what everybody else's plans which are just to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"go crazy"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></div></span></span></span>Ployhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300948574415383775noreply@blogger.com0