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Wild at Heart

2010-01-15T17:27:00.003+11:00

I think Andrew got a pleasant surprise out of receiving a Max version of himself for Christmas...

Good thing I also threw in a PS3 game. Boys are simple creatures.

Listening to: Snoop Dogg ft. The Dream - Gangsta Luv

Jetlag and Barbeque Ribs

2010-01-06T14:30:00.004+11:00

Sorry I'm behind on the blogging front; the last few days have been crazier than I could have imagined. Saturday brought with it severe jetlag after my 10 hour flight back to Sydney and a $112 cab fare that made me cry TEARS. OF. SADNESS. But it's so good to be back home, and I take comfort in knowing that I need no longer squat over a hole whenever nature calls. My aching thighs are most thankful.

Some things I got up to in Taiwan in one annoyingly run-on sentence: watched the new year's fireworks from the hotel rooftop, searched for Jay Chou but to no avail (I still have a heavy heart ), got lost in a night market, ate my weight in almond Pocky, learnt a whole bunch of Hokkien profanities (including 'horse fucker', among other things), climbed the world's tallest skyscraper (Taipei 101), and spent an exorbitant amount of money on make-up because Asian models are cute and can sell anything. Even lipstick templates.

As expected, selecting, resizing, editing and uploading everything will be an extremely daunting task, so please be a little forgiving in the next few weeks as I try to stay on top of things!

In the meantime, I have something to confess: I have never eaten ribs in my life (Dude, I'm Asian. I only eat rice and stir fried noodles. And discounted honey chicken during happy hour). That is until my first experience at Ribs and Rumps for a friend's birthday. And - holy crap you guys - I am never turning back.

Let's not talk about the twenty minute walk to the restaurant from the carpark, or the fact that I got mushroom sauce all over my face, or how we mistakenly attempted to get into SOME STRANGER'S CAR (same colour, same model... uhh different car). Instead, let's talk about how delicious the ribs were. Sooo good. Ribs, I am at your mercy.

Also, let’s play a game. It’s called “Spot My Belly Because I Didn't Realise My Shirt Was See-through But Hopefully I Don't Look Like A Tramp." And if I do? Don't tell me. I'm happy being oblivious.

Not pictured:
- Shirley's crotch
- Andy's crotch
- My crotch

You can thank me later.

Listening to: Shut Up Woman, Get On My Horse!

Set to jet

2009-12-25T03:32:00.001+11:00

I have a hard time believing that in less than 4 hours, I'll be on a plane - probably crying over the atrocity that is plane food - and flying to Taiwan. This explains why I've been furiously trying to pack my entire wardrobe into a few suitcases this week. But despite all of them being full to capacity, I know that, inevitably, I'm going to have absolutely nothing to wear in Taiwan which will shit me to tears.

As we approach the holiday season and the close of a decade, I am thankful for many things: My health, my family, my Proactiv face wash, the fact that Christmas beetles are only abundant during Christmas, Miley Cyrus, reusable Christmas wrapping paper... the list is long. But on there, somewhere, is a note of gratitude to everyone who reads my blog (insert "aww's" here). Infinite thanks for sticking by my blog, you guys! And fingers crossed it'll see through another year and continue to contribute to online pollution.

While blog updates will likely be scarce while I'm gone, I will diligently update my twitter - probably from the halls of the hotel where wifi signals are strongest HAHA. I'll be back in full force on January 3, no doubt jetlagged, but ready to roll in the entries for 2010.

So have a wonderful Christmas and a happy New Year in advance - and be sure to regularly check my twitter for updates.

Ready for Taiwan!

Oh, coco

2009-12-14T21:56:00.003+11:00

Eat your heart out, Karl Lagerfeld.

Listening to: Kanye West - FLashing Lights (Diplo Remix)

Back to the start

2009-12-10T20:58:00.003+11:00

Oh, I've been gone a while? Well, a few things just to reacquaint ourselves...

But first, how are we liking the new layout? Ch-ch-ch-chaaanges, right? I can't quite explain the exposed nipples, the political reference, or the random eye gawking out of the chick's belly (seriously, wtf) but the funny thing is I actually dreamt of all of this, which probably reaffirms my insanity. I know it's still a bit cobbled together but I was getting sick of looking at a header full of cigarettes, you know? Leave me a comment if you find the new layout funky fresh! Or automatic, supersonic or hypnotic. Either one.

Since the last entry (which dates back to... September?! Yikes, I know. Lazy blogger.), I completely finished with all of my finals and have been confronted with four entire months of nothing. Granted, I'll be filling in the time with reruns of The Apprentice Australia, working as a dental assistant every other day, and neatly folding my clothes into digestible piles. i.e. living the life of a rock star, wooooo.

But the question on my mind is, you guys, how had I not watched The Rachel Zoe Project earlier?! I know it's probably been beaten like a dead horse, but no words can describe how in love I am with this show... so I shall resort to the colloquialisms of Ms Zoe herself: "It's bananas... I die... It's on another level." Seriously, guys. If you have a penchant for fashion shows and valley girl accents and gay boys in bow ties (and who doesn't, really?), you really need to watch the show.

Anyway, because I usually don't leave an entry without any pictures, here are some snaps from various uni cruises some two or three months ago.

Like I said, lazy blogger.

P.S. Anyone else stoked on the arrival of summer? YES longer days. YES nice tans. The only qualm I have about summer is how completely impossible it is to fall asleep at night.

Plus all the Speedos (!!!!). Don't let me catch you wearing Speedos.

Listening to: Tynchy Stryder ft. Taio Cruz - Take Me Back

Time for a facelift...

2009-12-03T21:40:00.006+11:00

... because my blog is looking a lot more like Gordon Ramsay than I'm comfortable with.

(But largely because I miss blogging! )

I will be back on December 10th with a fresh new layout and a new entry, so keep your eyes peeled for that!

(Those who have previously joined the mailing list will be notified the moment I'm back. Alternatively, you can also follow me on Bloglovin' for instant notification.)

Here's to my blog not looking like Gordon Ramsay!

Only In Cabramatta...

2009-09-30T00:46:00.002+10:00

... will they call police + counsul if they see you did.

You've been warned.

Acceptable in the 80s.

2009-09-26T13:52:00.004+10:00

I'm back from my awkwardly long absence, which prompted a lot of emails asking if I was "going to ever blog again." One person even asked if I had died. So, you know, that was nice.

But just to clear matters up, in my month away from the blog, I managed to: survive my mid-semester exams, escape two near-death situations by a hair's breadth (you failed, Grim Reaper. You failed), witness this at Bankstown, spend $30 on junk food alone at my local corner store, and attend a trance festival that I initially felt half-hearted about. Good times.

In between all of that, I've been carefully extrapolating the survey results and systemising them into tallies (tallies, you guys. I don't mess around). From all the stats, I've gathered that:

My readers are largely female, although there are way more male readers than I first expected! I thought my only male readers were Andrew and Daniel... but there you go. Results are like Kinder Surprises.
Majority of you are my age or thereabouts, which is comforting to know, although there are some ten of you who are under 12. This worries me somewhat since some of the things I say are less-than-orthodox...
It seems frequent updates (followed by fashion-related entries and more photos in general) are in great demand. I'm trying to regain my blogging mojo, so you can safely expect an influx of entries soon!

Now that I've got a spare minute, I'll take the time to upload some photos from Ivan's 80s themed party. Naturally, horrific trends undeserving of revival (fluro and spandex, anyone?) were heavily glorified on the night. Let me tell you, walking out of the house looking the way I did was no easy feat - everything I wore seemed to merit a lot of awkward staring from bystanders. Who knew what they were thinking but it was hilarious LOL. I suspect it was because of the shoulder pads, the likes of which had never been seen since like... 1984.

Ahh, the 80s... what a force to be reckoned with. But there is a time and place, my friends, and sadly that is not in the 21st century. Good fun wearing hot pink nail polish, though.

P.S. HI JESSICA. Nice meeting you on the night.

Well... it was acceptable in the 80s.

Listening to: Mariah Carey - Obsessed (Friscia and Lamboy Remix)

Got A Minute?

2009-08-22T20:52:00.004+10:00

So I know I'm not the best blogger in the world by any stretch of the word (HI, LATE REPLIES. HI, ONCE-A-FORTNIGHT UPDATES.) but, if anything, I certainly try to be a better blogger. And I figure the first step in bettering this blog is to ask for your feedback!

If you have a spare minute, please take the following survey and I will love you with all the particles in my hearticles. It's 100% anonymous and 200% awesome (maybe), so go forth and help a sister out.

TAKE THE SURVEY

Another Whirlwind.

2009-08-14T18:34:00.003+10:00

Wow, you could say this past week has been a whirlwind of a week. My Saturday night, in particular, was meant to be spent partying it up at Maroubra Beach... but instead involved a car crash, a last minute party cancellation, an impromptu visit to the city, drinks by the wharf and a lot of unscheduled randomness. Yeah, quite an unfolding of events for one night.

Between all of this, I've been frantically trying to get all those million last minute things done and stay on top of uni. August has been so full of business for me I haven't had much time to think about updating the blog, instead dedicating time to more important things like flossing and folding my clothes. Hey, a girl has to prioritise.

Everything in a nutshell:

Found my bra size in the children's section of Target today... Well, that was nice.
Thanks to my new LG Xenon, I can now text at the speed of light on 'roids.
I'm sure I'm not alone on this but I always end up heartbroken when I go through my closet - today I rediscovered a pair of high-waisted leather shorts that I'd never worn since purchasing them back in '07 and wanted to kick myself in the face.
Whythefuckdoyouhaveakid.com. Pretty hilare.
After spending a little time probing the internetz, I've reasoned that the only thing missing from my wardrobe (besides a deliciously sexed up male model, ahem) is a cropped lace top. Namely this or this.
I need to stop convincing myself that two Cadbury chocolate fingers constitutes a healthy breakfast. Note: it does not.

I also need to stop convincing myself that I don't have enough clothes haha. Here are the long-awaited purchases from the mid-sales that were so highly requested. I've included the price and other details to make life that little bit easier. Just like qwerty keyboards.

Listening to: Santigold - I'm A Lady (Benny Blanco Remix) (Pretty amazing rendition)

Should You Find Anything Cooler...

2009-07-26T18:22:00.002+10:00

... let me know.

Topshop Fall 09

If I owned just any of these pieces, I'm thinking it would render the rest of my wardrobe completely unnecessary. Are you listening, chain stores? Although I'm a complete slave to all of their platform shoes, I'm not too sold on the fur coat in the fifth outfit... Skinning and making a fur coat out of Chewbacca is simply not justifiable. Wait till Yoda hears about this.

I know it's been quiet around here lately but I've been busy writing 'em letters to the Masterchef producers as I claimed I would. Don't tell anybody but I've since kidnapped Julie and she's now tied up in my pantry. I'm going to show her some flashcards so she learns how to distinguish between an onion and a shallot. Y'know.

Old Habits Die Hard.

2009-07-16T21:41:00.009+10:00

I'm about a hundred years late in blogging about what went down two Saturdays ago at Daniel's party. While a good chunk of the night was spent eating Cheetos and impersonating hungry rodents, everything else was one big blur. I did learn, however, that a lot can go down in a fairly short period of time... like Daniel passing out within two hours of drinking hahaha.

Of course, like the good friend that I am, I made sure to take as many incriminating photos of the drunk birthday boy as possible. Including a photo of his vomit. But for your sake - if not mine, because I'm currently eating a delicious meal I'd rather not spoil - I won't post it up.

You can thank me for it later.

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Oh boy, Masterchef has got me teetering on the edge of my seat. If Poh doesn't take the title as Australia's first Masterchef, the directors are going to receive a myriad of angry emails from a very angry viewer. And Julie might mysteriously go missing one day... Just saying.

Listening to: The Temper Trap - Science of Fear (Filthy Dukes Remix)

Feelings of zksanfanjsak.

2009-07-13T17:42:00.001+10:00

Lately, I've been feeling zksanfanjsak. In case you don't speak fluent Smacking Forehead on Keyboard, that translates roughly to "FUCK MY FUCKING LIFE FUCKKKKK" - because I came down with the flu and was subsequently confined to my bed for a week.

Flu: 1, Jen: 0.

I've also been feeling zksanfanjsak because I bought these tie-dye leggings that, no matter in what variation I wear them, I just can't pull off. I saw a 50-something-year-old lady in a leopard print pair the other day and wanted to weep in jealousy. By any logic, she shouldn't have looked as good as she did, but she absolutely blew my mind.

A 50-something-year-old lady in leopard print leggings blew my mind.

In any case, I think I better answer to my inner shrieks of disgust and return the tie-dye leggings. Goodness knows I wasn't being realistic when I bought them. Still, my new goal in life is to be able to squeeze into a pair of crazy printed pants - post-menopause - and still look fierce. Like that 50-something-year-old lady.

Oh hello, outfit post:

Forcast blouse, Temt sequin vest, DIY tube skirt,
Diva rosary, mum's lace up boots

This is what I threw on last week to eat out with Andrew who I hadn't seen in a week because we'd both caught whatever was going round. The lesson here, kids, is not to wear white if you're going to eat pasta. You will cry. And then you will blog about it. Bah!

Listening to: Michael Jackson - Remember the Time (Sleeper Heartbroken Remix)

Basic Instinct.

2009-07-06T15:50:00.003+10:00

I've been gravitating towards neutral basics lately to get me through the day - and I'm not entirely sure why. Though it might have something to do with the fact that everything else hasn't been washed in, like, two months.

And thank you for all the mascara recommendations! I didn't know you guys were all so makeup-savvy (that makes one of us haha). I've settled with Maybelline's XXL Curl Power for the meantime, so I'll keep you guys posted on the verdict on my Twitter page.

Listening to: Elton John - Your Song

Putting the 'Pain' In Paintball.

2009-06-27T18:33:00.003+10:00

Ouch. Three weeks.

You'd be forgiven for thinking I'd fallen off the face of the planet, but I've just been painfully swamped with final exams. Tears. A friend of mine told me to "take the bull by its horns and ace Finals", but I think the bull just gored me up the arse instead... just so you know.

Even if I am on holidays (for a whole month, no less!), the next few weeks will be chock full of business for me. I'm in the process of applying for jobs and all that fun stuff, preparing for a week-long clinical placement at a rural hospital 2 hours away (which means commuting at 5am and getting home at about 8pm. Joyous.), regaining a sense of direction in life, and trying not to come out the other end a disheveled wreck.

I need a Kit Kat.

More thoughts:

I just bought this online. No idea how I'm going to wear it out without looking like a sex worker, but the challenge excites me more than it should.
Mid-year sales are on again... and I have exactly $7.20 in my wallet. I want to cry. My tears want to cry. So, in light of really needing a job right now, I'm considering becoming a stripper. Or making money like a stripper without the actual stripping part. But I might be able to negotiate the terms considering I am that pressed to survive right now. KIDDING.
Midnight coffee runs are so wonderful.
Looking at the current state of my room makes me anxious. I'd vacuum the floor except my vacuum cleaner is as reliable as clockwork. It only works when it chooses to (i.e. 0.05% of the time), so I think it's time I invested in a new vacuum cleaner... except I can't. See: point number two.

I'm pretty behind as far as event coverage goes, so I suppose I'll just make my way through my memory card. Here are the photos from Khanh's birthday where we went paintballing (hence the excruciatingly lame blog title).

And let me just say... it hurt like a muthafucka.

Don't get your game on if you have the pain threshold of a five-year-old. I think I nearly cried at one point, but I told everyone my eyes naturally glistened in the sun. They bought it.

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By the way... I'm in the market for a good and economical mascara that holds curl particularly well. I've been using Maybelline's Define-A-Lash for some time now - but it does absolutely nothing for me! So, hey, I'm open to suggestions!

Listening to: Beirut - Postcards From Italy

"If There's A Camel Up A Hill"

2009-06-05T15:42:00.003+10:00

Almost as funny as the New Moon trailer reaction video. Almost.

Listening to: "Rape me in my thighs... uh around your ways."

Shit, It's June Already?

2009-06-01T21:41:00.005+10:00

To answer some of your questions, my hair is not going to get any shorter, the photos were taken in timer mode, Alice Dellal is a Brazilian/UK model, I am wearing a striped mens tee from Cotton On (that cost me less than my morning Starbucks!) and, yes, I am actually a boy in disguise.

I think it's hilarious that I wore my pyjamas to my local library today and got a few stares, but not as many as I had thought. At least, not as many of the "WTF are you wearing?" variety as I thought. I'm beginning to wonder what sort of territory my dressing sense is approaching, but it seems to be a cross between Hobo Olsen and Bedtime Barbie. Hot.

After studying, I ran down to Westfield to purchase some hair dye since my roots severely needed to be taken care of. Haha just a tip, don't outwardly proclaim that you need a "head job" when you actually mean a "root job". It definitely made matters interesting.

While quickly browsing around, I came across the most perfect black motojacket (so perfect that I gave a little squeal and copped a look from the sales assistant) in the most unlikely of places. I love it when random trips to the shops pay off in full. Clearly, I sense your need to see me wearing it obnoxiously. You're welcome.

Say hello to Mr. New Hair Colour and Mr. Side Fringe. I look like a 5-year-old again. GREAT.

Listening to: Kleerup ft. Robyn - With Every Heartbeat

She's No Alice Dellal.

2009-05-27T15:26:00.002+10:00

Don't worry guys, I didn't chop anything off. There was just a lot of pinning and clipping involved, but all good fun in front of the camera.

I realise I look pretty riddonk here (is that a boy? Anybody?), but looking at these photos is really pushing me towards getting a haircut...

Listening to: Ladyhawke - Dusk Till Dawn (Linus Loves Remix)

Hammer Time.

2009-05-24T21:24:00.004+10:00

Thanks guys for all of your opinions/words of wisdom on the previous post. They certainly prevented me from biting the bullet and purchasing both pairs (though I secretly wish I had!), but I've settled with the second pair for now. As high as they are (meaning I can only walk 0.0005km/hr in them without causing considerable injury), I vow to wear these shoes with everything and make no apology to those who walk behind me lol.

In other exciting news, I've finally received most of my mid-semester results and I'm pretty relieved I came out the other end unscathed. Inhale, exhale... whew. While I've learnt that I suck at the things I was already taught during the HSC (Pass for Chemistry) and exceed in the things I wasn't (HD for Physics and Patient Care), I think I've learnt that early preparations are more important above all else. Thinking about Finals, which are only a short three weeks away, gives me anxiety. I want to crawl into a hole. You know it's hammer time.

Speaking of getting hammered, last Saturday was Annie's 18th birthday where I drank vodka out of mum's china, attempted to start a dance floor and succeeded, was told somebody would date me if I had a penis and was open to the idea of cheating (neverrrr!), had my shoe stolen and placed behind a bush, guided a drunken Lisa into the car, guided a drunken Lisa off the floor, and worked on my hangover the next morning by drinking warm soy latte.

Smashing night, if I do say so myself, with lots of photos to show for it:

Good night, lovelies!

Listening to: Late Night Alumni - Empty Streets (Haji & Emmanuel Remix)

The Great Shoe Debate.

2009-05-18T18:38:00.005+10:00

I'm about to make a rather frivolous shoe purchase and it's a toss up between Siren shoes' 'Peep' and Glamour Puss' 'Wattle'. Man, I'm pretty torn.

So I now hand over the opinion baton to you. What are we thinking?

Edit: I realised I had the names around the wrong way in the image! The top one is actually 'Wattle' and the bottom one is 'Peep'. FML, HAHAHA. But comment and let me know with the names as is in the image.

Listening to: Magistrates - Heartbreak

I Still Hate Staplers.

2009-05-15T17:28:00.007+10:00

So, I'll murmur something indistinct here about not blogging for over a week? Don't mind if I do. I took a short (read: long) break from blogging because I was getting more and more shit piled on my plate. I just wish I had more time, but I also wish I would quit using time as an excuse. The real excuse is that my homework ate my dog.

My mid-semester exams are officially over, having completed my last exam just yesterday, and I really don't know what makes me happier – the fact that I can finally sleep in or that I no longer have to share the exam hall with about a hundred sick students (anyone else as paranoid as I am about the swine flu?? ).

Just thought I'd throw in that I wore my pyjama flannel shirt and stirrup leggings to uni the other day. I should probably stop looking like the ultimate walk of shame when stepping out of the house, but it was mightily comfortable - even if I, you know, slept in it the night before. I dare somebody to smell me right now.

Anyway, the real point of this entry, besides informing everyone of how gross I've become, is to post up some of my purchases - most of which date back to the beginning of this year. Guess who hasn't been doing her blogger homework lol. Also included are some of my birthday presents since a few of you have asked what I received.

Really feeling the pinch of the recession now. I can't even remember the last time I went shopping for myself or wore something that wasn't from the sale rack. Apparently, my homework ate the economy too...

You can safely expect more posts from me in the next few weeks! I'm going to be blogging as frequently and consistently as I possibly can before I go into hibernation mode and study for my Final exams. Ah, bless me.

Listening to: Joy Division - Disorder

FML Right Now.

2009-05-07T17:15:00.000+10:00

People thought I was joking when I said I hated stapling shit.

I never joke about stapling.

Drink. Drank. Drunk.

2009-05-03T14:47:00.003+10:00

I've been feeling really out of touch with everything lately, ergo me crawling into a shell of inactivity as far as blogging goes. But don't worry, you aren't missing much; today I wore a Power Rangers t-shirt and ate cheetos in front of the TV.

While I wasn't blogging, I was:

Twittering. I update my Twitter on most days. As for my blog, not so much lol.
Taking quasi-professional photos of grass (which excites me more than it should).
Actively cleaning out what's left of my closet.
Watching Master Chef on TV every night. God, this show highlights the gaping holes in my cooking skills... if ever I had any.
Justifying the validity of leather pants. I'm still undecided. Andrew informed me that he liked them though - perhaps for all the wrong reasons.
And, of course, studying for my mid-semester exams.

Concerning the last point, I had 4 exams in the course of two weeks, which doesn't sound too bad until you realise that a) you've never paid attention in half of your lectures, instead opting for a game of Mr. Squiggle with the person beside you, b) the last exam you sat for was the HSC back in October so you've forgotten how to study, and c) you have the attention span of a gnat with ADD. i.e. solid studying is not possible.

So, yeah, may God help my grade point average.

Anyway, has any other Sydney-sider picked up on how freezing last week was?? Winter has got to be my least favourite season, and the fact that it's just around the corner makes me want to crawl into a hole and hibernate in the arms of a bear. Preferably Humphrey's arms, but any bear will do. (Sweet, I just made myself sound like a zoophiliac hahaha.)

But the idea finally occurred to me that being impatient for warm weather is not going to make it come any faster. So I am taking it in strides and combing through my wardrobe to see what items I can revamp in order to avoid wearing bulky knitwear.

Oh, and thank you to everyone for all the congratulatory words on the previous post! It turned out to be quite a chaotic Saturday, complete with dining downtown with the boyfriend and meeting up with some friends afterwards for - of all things - clubbing. Pretty hilarious. Two Long Island teas seemed like a good idea at the time (note: it was not), though piling into a cab to finally head home was realistically the best idea of the night.

I need a haircut.

Okay, back to sorting through the closet.

If I return in Humphrey's arms, you can't say you didn't see it coming.

Listening to: The Rapture - Get Myself Into It (Sebastian Remix)

The Big Four.

2009-04-25T18:46:00.000+10:00

25th April, 2005
Thank you for the amazing four years.

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Sorry I haven't been accepting any comments, guys! I haven't been able to access and approve them, but things seem to be A-okay with haloscan again. Will get around to it tonight.

A big thank you for all the amazingly funny emails though! Particularly to Winnie - "I'm having Jenchu withdrawals. Blog soon because I'm going cold turkey. Is there a quitline number somewhere?" Hahaha, seriously made my day.

Listening to: Asia Cruise - Selfish

A Very Productive Sunday.

2009-04-19T20:25:00.009+10:00

Definitely didn't end up doing anything worthy of reporting tonight - I locked myself up in the house to get a bunch of work done, but I caved within 5 minutes of studying and sought out the company of the intarwebz for a bit (read: four hours). DAMN IT. No idea how that happened.

Naturally, I decided to look up inane entries on urbandictionary.com - and we all know that makes for a fine read till quarter to two in the morning. Some new words to add to your vocabulary:

Homobrophobia - The fear that your brother will be or is gay.
Obamama - Michelle Obama. eg. Here comes Mr. President and his Obamama.
Floordrobe - A form of storage for clothing which requires no hangers, drawers, doors or effort. Simply drop on the floor and you have a floordrobe.
Fexpensive - Fucking expensive.
Jennifer - A really sexy, funny, smart girl that every guy wants. eg. Damn, you lucky bastard, your gf is a total Jennifer!

(I totally didn't make up the last one. Urban Dictionary never lies LOL. )

Obviously, today has been a very productive Sunday.

Anyway, before I attempt to get back to studying (which will invariably last for another 5 minutes), I thought I'd post up photos of Lisa's 18th from... two months ago. Yeah, really falling behind on the blogging front haha. But Lisa darling, if you're reading this, I miss you. And in your absence, I dedicate this song to you LOL.

Man, how delicious is the new Donut King Sensations? Like, "hello heart disease and morbid obesity" delicious. SO. GOOD. Never mind if I now have a life expectancy of thirty, I could eat this stuff all day errday.

Oh, and I wore pants today. Are we proud?

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Woops, totally forgot to explain how I made my bleeding Chanel necklace! For those of you who've asked, it's made out of a thin, light-weight piece of wood that I basically just cut into shape using a large pocket knife. Not those shabby two dollar ones that snap if any amount of force is applied to it, mind you, but a 'Crocodile Dundee' one like this. Pretty good stuff. Sand it down with sandpaper, apply two coats of black paint and a coat of lacquer, loop a chain through a hole in the wood and you're good to go. Haha dude, I sound like Tim Allen in Home Improvement.

Or you could save yourself the trouble and buy one here. (But cheaters go to hell LOL.)

Listening to: Bluejuice - Vitriol

Down and Out.

2009-04-17T19:51:00.002+10:00

I've been feeling really out of it lately.

Thankfully, looking at my jewelry makes me instantly happy. Yessss.

Chanel is Dead.

2009-04-10T14:48:00.005+10:00

Dude, I look cross-eyed here.

AA oversized tee, target stockings, mum's boots, Forever New bag,
DIY bleeding Chanel necklace.

(Please ignore the fact that I need a haircut and an urgent dye job. TYSM.)

Taking my bleeding Chanel necklace out for a spin last week earnt me some gawking from bypassers. Or maybe they were just wondering why I wasn't wearing any pants. Haaaa, awkward.

Has anyone else realised that I've been wearing a disproportionate amount of black lately? Apparently, I'm beginning to look like "a widow in mourning" (thanks Elane hahaha). But, admittedly, black is just so easy to wear... even if it makes me look more like a Twilight fan than I'm comfortable with.

Speaking of Easter eggs and Jesus, it's Good Friday today and I'm spending it online. Man, I think I lost a LIFE the same way I lost all of my coloured clothes. So excited for tomorrow though - midnight meandering and drinks! Should be fun (and somewhat dangerous).

Have a happy Easter guys!

Listening to: Two Door Cinema Club - Undercover Martyn

Into the Swing of Things.

2009-04-04T12:01:00.000+11:00

BIG SIGH.

This past fortnight has probably been the most stressful of my life. My brother even informed me that I had a white hair the other day. WTF at my life right now.

Cliff notes:

Uni has proven to be a practice of hard work and patience. i.e. I am going to fail. To those of you who are similarly academically challenged, let us unite (YAY!) and like... burn books. Or something.
I exceeded my monthly download limit halfway through the internet month. Can you believe the chaos this created?! Enter: Me leaching off my uni's internet for inappropriate things like checking my Facebook account, watching awkward Japanese game shows on YouTube and getting my daily dose of lulz.
I am so sick of all my clothes right now (gasp!). All I've been living in are oversized tees and leggings, and thus sporting the camel toe. Uhh... something tells me that scouring through some fashion magazines for inspiration is in order. Or wearing appropriate pants for once.
Late nights and 8am classes are an awful mix - no matter how many litres of coffee you down in between classes. See below paragraphs.
First semi-massive fight with Andrew in a long time. Over trust issues. On his 20th birthday. Hmm, proof that Shit Happens. The wounds are still being licked, but we're both trying to pull through to see another day and, hopefully, to see our four year anniversary at the end of this month.
In the most teenage angsty, nobody-understands-me voice: Life sucks.

When this all added up and placed its weight on my shoulders, I just couldn't stop to think about blogging. I honestly haven't had a spare minute to do much else (including cleaning my room. I haven't seen my bedroom floor since like... 1998).

But HOLLAAA, I'm back for the meantime. I sort of miss this place - even if that makes me sound a little pathetic.

One of the few highlights of last month was Cumberland campus' annual Lab Coat Pub Crawl where drinking in scientific attire was only half the fun. The night was spent writing shameless things on one another's lab coats that on any other given occasion would be barely justifiable ('Blow me' was particularly popular that night). Thankfully, I was only partially buzzed which helped me to ward off people from drawing explicit things on my face. Like, say, the male genitalia. (Nice try, Kelvin. Nice try.)

Note that we had a lecture the very next morning at 8am... which explains why I wore the same face of make-up for a whole 24hours to uni. This either makes me gross or extremely economical. I'm going with economical LOL.

Say hi to my new uni friends.

Unfortunately, mid-semester exams are impending which means that frequent updates will have to suffer in the meantime. Sigh, uni has clearly wasted no time with the ass kicking. I'm really hoping for nothing short of a Credit for all of my subjects, so I'm going to have to summon my inner nerd and camp out at the Health Sciences library. O gods of study, I callst upon thee to helpeth me... even though I hath been... lazyeth... ee. (Why yes, yes I do speak fluent Old English. Can you tell?)

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On days when I forget (read: can't be fucked) to blog, I'm posting updates on Twitter. I'm hoping that makes up for my usual irregular blogging... haha. If you're on Twitter too, give me a heads up and I will cyber stalk you. (I promise I don't usually sound this creepy lol.)

Comments are open again! Sorry about them being closed for the past several weeks, guys. Hartz.

Listening to: Metric - Succexy

Alice In Wonderland.

2009-03-30T16:29:00.005+11:00

What Alice wore to class today:

Alice In The Eve vest, Cotton On skirt, Bonds singlet,
Target stockings, Keds Champion Oxford canvas shoes.

alice is alive.

Lost and Found.

2009-03-19T15:27:00.002+11:00

Look what treasure I dug up today...

I miss you guys terribly.

Just a Quickie...

2009-03-14T14:31:00.002+11:00

This entry will just be a quickie (I can never take that word seriously. Hm, speaks volumes about my maturity levels haha) because, as it happens, I've got two worksheets to get through, too many readings to conquer, and some horrific notes to write up. Sigh, there really aren't enough hours in the day. I think the only way to tackle this is to join the ranks of the undead and never sleep, but I think Twilight fans have already copyrighted that idea.

Oh, I realise I might have given off the wrong impression about university so I apologise for that! University, in general, isn't really all that terrible - it's just my shitty campus that spoils things for me. I guess it just takes some getting used to, but having hilarious conversations with new-found friends definitely lubricates the situation:

Jen: Should we go over and socialise?
L: Yeah, we don't want to look like the antisocial bitchy people who judge.
Jen: Okay, we'll go introduce ourselves to them.
L: No, not them... they're sluts.

More stuff I wore last week...

Wednesday:

Glassons tank, Temt sequin vest, Supre leggings, eBay studded sandals,
Sportsgirl studded bracelet.

Thursday:

Me? Tippy-toeing to seem taller? WHERE IS THE PROOF, I ASK YOU? Hahahaha.

Insight checked shirt, Lee black supatubes, Mimi Loves Jimi studded sandals,
PSC backpack, Sportsgirl studded bracelet.

And the other days I forgot to document. Oh well.

As an aside, I'm rather curious to know where everyone stands on all of these outfit posts. Would you like to see more of them or does the whole 'this is what I wore today. Aren't I trendy?' thing seem a little pretentious? I'd love to know how you feel about it so let me know.

Anyway, when I'm not battling the minefield that is university, I'm either watching movies online (at movie25.com. It's literally the best thing since sliced bread, and then since spreadable butter) or convincing my parents that we need pest control. Seriously, there was a maggot crawling up my wall on Thursday. WTF DIED IN HERE (other than my hygiene)??

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I've been searching for the perfect oversized bag since forever. Good thing: La Garconne conveniently sells the perfect one. Bad thing: It's sold out. Oh, and it's about... you know... ONE THOUSAND FUCKING DOLLARS. Ah well, don't despair. In the near future mabez...

Hello, I am the perfect bag. And I make poor girls cry.

Listening to: New Young Pony Club - Get Lucky (The Twelves Remix)

Valentine's Day at the Terrace.

2009-03-11T18:49:00.007+11:00

Since turning 18 back in February, I've:

Purchased alcohol and my first deck of cigarettes (yeah, officially gangster. /sarcasm),
Been to a bar (Equilibrium Hotel),
Watched my first R18+ movie in the cinemas - Zack and Miri Make A Porno, and
Been clubbing.

All that's left to be done is get married in a surprise wedding ceremony in my backyard (a la Britney) and have my ass thrown in jail for driving with a suspended license (a la Paris). Other than that, I think it's safe to say I've ticked everything off the checklist for now HAHA.

I've been meaning to post about my first clubbing experience forever now, which actually took place on Valentine's Day, but, as in my nature, I completely forgot about it. Speaking of that very Hallmark holiday, I came to the stark realisation that I haven't spent Valentine's Day alone in four straight years. I mean, damn. Do I get an award for this? LOL. (No, really.)

It turned out to be an insanely fun Saturday night, although the torrential rain pretty much slowed things down to a standstill. We headed to Home Nightclub to attend Gordon's birthday (who happens to be Andrew's cousin) and we were promptly informed that the bar transforms into a gay club every Sunday. Um, scary territory.

The night entailed mild debauchery, meeting more people than can be counted on a set of two hands, and a cab fare home of $90 (yeah, shoot me, anyone? But it was better than taking public transport at three in the morning). I came home utterly trollied the next morning, as you do, and conked out on the bed with my heels and make up still on. Sleep had never sounded better.

Although I had a pretty Richter time, I don't think I'll be regarding clubbing as a weekly ritual just yet. Not until my liver recovers at least, haaa. Don't know how you party animals do it, though I suspect it has something to do with feasting on Metamucil, Berocca and Centrum for breakfast.

Here are some photos I stole off the photographer's Facebook (seriously, I watched his account like a vulture for an entire week HAHA. I scare myself sometimes):

The past month was clearly spent enjoying my last vestiges of freedom before getting shoved into The Dark Pits Of Hell that is university. I had fun in the holidays - perhaps a little too much fun - but now I'm more than ready to ease back into the routine of studying again. Granted, this will be a bit of a struggle since my brain has obliterated every brain cell that dared to learn anything for the past three months LOL.

All I'm asking for is a Pass this semester. Uni Gods, please be nice.

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Are you happy now, Lizzie? The photos of Andrew you requested! "MORE MORE MORE" HAHAHA.

Listening to: The Teenagers - Love No (his accent = cuter than babies)

First taste of uni life.

2009-03-07T15:58:00.002+11:00

Apologies for the spontaneous hibernation lately. Things seem to be slowly realigning themselves after a weird week that left me bursting into tears for no apparent reason in front of Andrew, and him trying to stop the tears from flowing like Octomum (in his exact words - "What's wrong? Why are you crying?! OMG, are you upset with me?!" Cue mini panic attack). He later fixed things by taking me shopping. So glad I have him around sometimes.

I want to offer a special thank you for all the sweet and uplifting emails lately. I know that it may take me a while to do my bit and reply, but I certainly read all of your emails and they totally make me smile... and sometimes I laugh out loud. At the screen. Like a crazy person.

By the way, how are we liking the new layout? Hopefully the blog will load in lightning fast speed now that there are less graphics to download with each visit. Ease and practicality for the win. As usual, give me a heads up if you come across any little glitches like broken pages or links.

Anyway, the point of this entry was to announce that I finally started university this week! And, well, four days into it, I'm absolutely sick of it already.

Fail.

I have so many qualms about this place that it makes me miserable thinking about it. The campus is the size of a pea and gives me an eyesore aka Fail #2. The one hour lectures seem to drag on for 187936 years (I suspect somebody slipped some sleeping pills into my caramel frap) aka Fail #3. The cafeteria on campus is sub-par at best aka Fail #4. And, worst of all, the campus lacks a bar. Fail #63951 dude. If Timothy's words are anything to gauge by, I should be skipping classes from Week 2. Ha, seems about right.

Some of the shining beacons in this place, though, are that the lecture theatre seats are particularly comfy, everybody has common lunch two days per week (which means I can meet up with my darling Khanh! ), and we can eat as we please in our lectures. These are still far outweighed by all the fails, though.

In perfect honesty, university was not how it cracked up to be - at least not on the basis of my very first week. I now hate the prospect of commuting, bussing, and traveling on the likes of CityRail daily. Regardless, I'm looking forward to Monday and more lectures that will invariably drag on for another 187936 years. Let's hope I can make the 8am lectures on Tuesday and Thursday. Joyous.

What a first-year student wears on her first day of university:

Supre denim vest and leggings, Sportsgirl tank, eBay studded sandals

I know I've been over-wearing these leggings to death (to the point where Andrew actually proclaimed, "those leggings - again?!") but they are seriously the solution to all problems involving hot days and unshaven legs. Note to self: stop regarding leggings as pants and shave legs.

I don't think I've posted up my timetable to show you guys yet. Here we are:

My timetable changes weekly (WTF) and will get progressively busier throughout the semester. And that random 3 hour break on Tuesday is so painful. I always think that I can spend it shopping since, y'know, the shops are only a stone's throw away... but then I remember that I'm in the middle of LIDCOMBE where nothing but the biggest cemetery in the Southern Hemisphere stands. "Why not go shopping for dead bodies?" Thanks for the suggestion, Davo.

Speaking of homosexuals, the Mardi Gras is on tonight and I'm sort of bummed I'll be missing out. My parents are there right now... they are so much cooler than I am. To compensate, I've been blasting George Michael and Village People since 5pm. Half expecting a warning from authorities hahaha.

OMG GOOD SONG. BRB gonna get up and dance.

Listening to: Village People - YMCA

Live and Kickin'

2009-03-01T13:50:00.005+11:00

I've been working around the clock on the relaunch of the blog (complete with a new layout, big woop!), which is now scheduled for tomorrow night.

STAY TUNED.

OH YEAH.

Stuck In A Rut.

2009-02-20T21:40:00.004+11:00

I'm so sorry that frequent entries are a bit of a struggle for the time being. It doesn't make it too easy when my internet has slowed to a snail's pace and my laptop is on its deathbed (the day we part will be truly heartbreaking for me). Thankfully, this is only temporary, and as soon as the new internet month commences, things will hopefully start looking up with this blog.

I'm nursing a sore throat that puts sandpaper to shame, but that's okay. My life is currently in a bit of a rut but I'm okay with that too. Sometimes you just need time to sort things out and smooth out the creases. That's exactly what I need right now.

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I want to send out a big thank you to Jennifer for my first blog award! I've never received one of these things before, so you can imagine how giddy I am about it haha. I appreciate it.

Be Inspired.

2009-02-16T21:44:00.003+11:00

Along with most fashion-crazed bloggers (HI, BIANCA), I ritually collect photos that inspire me as I come across them online. Recognising how I now have about two billion collected photos, it'd be a real shame not to share any of them with you, so I thought an inspiration post was in order.

I hope you get inspired too!

Listening to: Muse - Sing For Absolution

Finally 18 and Legal.

2009-02-13T20:33:00.007+11:00

Ahhh, the long-awaited birthday post. Took me long enough to finally blog about it, wouldn't you say? But I reason that suspense is a good thing once in a while (though I will never forgive those who have already peeked at the photos on Facebook. Naughty naughty!).

I settled on dinner with my closest buds at Inside Out, a swanky restaurant tucked away in the heart of Parramatta. It was refreshing to see everybody all dressed up and looking absolutely smart - so a big thank you to everyone for sticking to the dress code! HARTZ.

Clomping around in towering pumps and an ass-short minidress is just as awkward as one would imagine. Normally I would veer from higher heels like this (note: a good 5iches!) but these are somehow extremely comfortable - they seem to mold rather perfectly to my feet - though I'm still learning to walk in them without stumbling around like Bambi. It's quite embarrassing.

Throughout the course of the night:

I ordered my first cocktail ever and giggled at the waitress' thick accent (reference: zis cocktail iz absoluteleh divoyne). Not gonna lie, it was kind of hot haha.
We got lost on the way to the toilets and got lost on the way back. Pretty sure the architect had one too many drinks while designing the place. That or he really, really likes mazes.
There was a heated debate about what the character Grimace from McDonald's is. Michael insists that it's a purple nugget, but I swear on my life it's just a purple blob with limbs. Can anybody help clarify??
And at the end of the night, we were handed a $600 bill for 17 people. "Do we get a discount for being sexy?" They weren't very impressed hahahahaha.

All in all, it was a highly productive Saturday night.

I don't know what it is, but I'm always tempted to blow out sparks and fires of all sorts. I suspect that I might be the only one stupid enough to try and blow out sparklers on the cake, though. Dude, why didn't anyone remind me that they go out by themselves? Glad you all got a laugh out of that hahaha.

Enjoy the photos!

(Yeah, ignore the face. It was a casualty of me being utterly exhausted and trollied by the end of the night. It was not my finest hour.)

The following night, on my actual birthday, Andrew took me out to dinner and we decided on a whim to drive up to Chipping Norton to gaze up at the stars. Never mind if we were being eaten alive by mosquitoes in the dark, it was still the sweetest thing we'd done in a long while. I know you're reading this, so I just want to say thank you for the amazing night. Love you. (Pretty certain I just lost half of my readers over that one sentence ROFL.)

Speaking of being overly cheesy and gross, Valentine's Day is coming up! Not as exciting as the beginning of New York Fashion Week admittedly, but, y'know, any excuse to dine at extravagant, overpriced restaurants sounds good to me. I'll be spending the evening roaming around the city with Andrew and then (gasp!) clubbing for the first time evahz at Homebar. See you cool cats there!

Listening to: The Crash - Pony Ride

A Thank You Note.

2009-02-09T16:11:00.005+11:00

Thank you to the amazing people who have made my weekend unforgettable and to those who have wished me a happy 18th birthday. I had quite the adventure in more ways than I can even process right now and I'm still incredibly exhausted, but I promise to fill you all in very, very soon!

Psst... I'll be seeing some of you on Saturday night.

For The Thrill Of It.

2009-02-07T00:08:00.005+11:00

I seriously can't wait.
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Rings and Saturday Night.

2009-02-03T15:11:00.005+11:00

Confession: I've just spent three hours meticulously editing and creating outfits on Polyvore. Three bloody hours!! Somewhere along the way, I think I lost a life. I am thus trying, with every ounce of my being, to kick this sick Polyvore addiction before it claims my soul as well. Polyvore, you are the devil.... an extremely addictive and fun little devil.

Wow, that sentence didn't come out right.

During the fun fun process, I came across some wonderful rings that I wouldn't mind acquiring, if only my bank balance would allow:

1. Lavender Onyx spike ring 2. Lydia Courteille skull ring 3. Forever 21 stud ring 4. Elizabeth and James snake wrap ring 5. Digby and Iona stag ring 6. Monsoon barn owl ring 7. Dragonweave.com skeleton ring 8. Han Cholo stacked hearts ring

I die. I DIE!

When I informed Andrew that he should propose to me with either of the above rings, he clearly didn't seem to be sold on any of them. But I'm going to give him some time to, you know, come to his senses LOL. Strangely enough, he usually ends up loving the things I wear/own once I've stopped showcasing them (most recently: my ex-lip piercing), so I suppose there's a chance he'll dig the rings...

Rings aside, the academic dinner thing on Saturday night went pretty well. Apart from me spilling red wine onto my white jeans (OMG NIGHTMARE), I had a load of fun and was happy to see AeNa there as well.

The getup (thanks E for expanding my vocab LOL):

Bardot blazer and sequin tank, Insight skinnies,
Temt clutch, Kmart sling back heels (ya believe?)

I was having a bit of a wardrobe dilemma and frantically rummaged through my clothes to find a top that was suitably dressy. Enter: sequin top. Problem solved. I bought it a while ago but didn't find the occasion to wear it out... until Saturday night of course.

Anyway, BRB. Going to watch Seven Pounds in the cinemas now! Will report back.

Listening to: Keyshia Cole - Fallin' Out

Mission Impossible.

2009-01-30T14:56:00.007+11:00

After dragging the tireless Kevin to enrolment day on Wednesday (I say 'tireless' with great sarcasm - he was cursing me the entire time for making him come out at 8am), I can say that USyd's enrolment process was perhaps the hardest slog of my life. We spent three hours queuing up in the auditorium which was bursting at the seams with 250 people or so, filling in about five thousand forms, and laughing at the ridiculous questions on their FAQs page (What happens to my debt if I die? What if I don't want to pay my student fees? I'm not kidding).

Just to clarify, seeing as I get so many questions regarding this, I got into B. Applied Science(MRS) Diagnostic Radiography (try saying that five times!!), which is essentially a course that trains us to conduct medical radiation imaging (X-rays, CT scans and such). Should be fun, I'm hoping.

By the way, say hello to my freshly printed student card:

LOL, I look about five here...

... but somewhat glad I don't look like McLovin':

I love this kid.

It's not the best photo ever I have to say, seeing as it was taken from an awkward angle (totally the office's fault for not aligning the camera), but it sure looks a million times better than my high school and passport photos. No, I will not post those online. And no, I will not accept your $2 bribe to have those posted online LOL.

Unsurprisingly, I've been feeling a tad bogged down with uni-related business, but things are looking up since I have a few events to look forward to in the next fortnight - an academic dinner tomorrow evening (I'll be in the papers again LOL), Timothy's 18th on Monday, plus my 18th birthday dinner next Saturday. Ecstatic! Though I should probably get planning, like, now.

Anyway, the better half of today was spent on an impromptu shopping trip with Val who just returned from her holiday in France (envy, envy, envy). We ended up doing more ambling about and eating than actual browsing, which was perfectly fine with me seeing as I'm currently on a shopping ban... except I caved and ended up buying a few items and am now severely lamenting. (What? How did that happen?!). All together now... ter-ri-ble.

Can you guess what I bought? Five lovely items...

Answer: Studded suede sandal (I own way too many sandals now), Dazed & Confused December issue, undergarments from the Collette Dinnigan for Target Wild Hearts line (I fell in love with all the pretty pretty lace!), black bodysuit, and grey cascading cardigan.

One more time... ter-ri-ble.

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Is it creepy of me to search everyone who'll be in my MRS lectures this year on Facebook...?

Jenchu: I just wanna familiarise myself with their pretty faces!
Tim: That's exactly what Michael Jackson said.

Listening to: Tokyo Police Club - Box (I often forget how great these guys are!)

Land Down Under.

2009-01-26T17:53:00.007+11:00

G'day mate! You're an alright bloke, so grab a stubby from the esky and put another snag on the barbie, you bloody beaut!

... just pullin' your leg.

Happy Australia Day, fellow skips and non-skips!

I figured today was the best possible day to paint on the union jack (check out my biceps! You want to lick them, don't you? ) and obnoxiously parade around with an Aussie flag hugging my neck. Um, apparently Kevin Tran and I were the only ones who thought so and thus the only ones who dressed up for the occasion LOL. Everyone else = party poopers.

Not feeling terribly talkative tonight as the bed beckons (I haven't slept for a day!) so, as in my lazy nature, I shall make perfect use of bullet points:

An Australia Day party was held at Michael's place where we were required to bring a plate of food to share. So, keeping to the Aussie theme, I brought some lamingtons and a jar of Vegemite which Alex clearly enjoyed... "OMFG, why does it taste like this?! WHY ISN'T IT SWEET OR ANYTHING?!" LOLOLOL.

Kevin Pham-Le and I got in touch with our inner child and played around on Michael's ancient swing. The fact that it was precariously creaking under our weight probably indicated that a) it was going to give way any second, and b) we are whales. Perhaps both.

Vi: What's another name for a rooster?
Kevin: A fowl.
Vi: Come on, you know you want to say the word.
Kevin: It's a fowl.
Vi: No, the dirty word...
Kevin: IT'S A FOWL!!!!!!!!
HAHAHAHA. Relax, dude.

Wriggling into Michael's oversized tee and shorts and swimming around in his inflatable pool = FUN. Michael trying to pull my shorts down = NOT FUN.

I should make better use of my camera next time and take more than just ten photos. Oh, and I know I have some terrifying roots going on; I'll be taking care of it by dying my hair a (not so) surprise colour...

I'll be enrolling into the University of Sydney on Wednesday at - gasp - an ungodly 9am!!! If I don't end up blogging by the end of the week, you'll know I didn't make it out alive. Shed no tears at my funeral, darlings. Shed no tears.

Listening to: Faker - Enough

Good Food, Good Meat...

2009-01-25T14:12:00.005+11:00

... good God, let's eat.

It's the eve of Chinese New Year, which invariably involves a mass of food and me eating for about... oh, y'know... four people. Hmm, dieting might have to enter the equation soon.

No, you're not in China Town HAHA. I promise the rest of my house isn't a mirror image of the Qin Dynasty or something... though it comes pretty close.

I'll be back to blog about Michael's Aussie Day party soon, but right now I have some stir fried noodles and pork dumplings to attend to. Enjoy the festivities, guys!

Listening to: The Tough Alliance - New Chance

Semi-Room Tour.

2009-01-20T19:20:00.004+11:00

Seeing as my room is currently in its cleanest state since... ever, I guess it's fitting that I finally give everyone a brief room tour. Note that my bed doesn't actually make an appearance (because having a hundred or so people critically eyeing my bed is a little unsettling), but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Side notes:

This is my room prior to its makeover. I should really pay Bunnings a visit soon and renovate my room already. SIGHZ.
An hour's worth of picking hair off the carpet was spent on my hands and knees. Seriously not the most glamorous thing to be doing on a hot Tuesday evening...
My cousin whilst inspecting my carpet: "Since when did you get a dog?!"
Things you didn't see in this tour: the inside of my underwear drawer (whether that's your loss or gain), a whole heap of HSC notes tucked away under my bed, plus me hysterically dancing to the Spice Girls whilst taking these pictures. GOOD TIMES.

Hands up if you want me to go the extra distance and give you a house tour in video format? Yes? No? I'd be wasting my time? Get at me!

Listening to: Moving Units - Between Us And Them

Christmas Vest.

2009-01-17T19:16:00.002+11:00

I think I just about have the coolest festive vest in history. Not too certain who this beauty belonged to or whether they even wore it out in public (God forbid!), but I have an undying love for it. I even wore it around the house on Christmas Day just for shits and giggles haha. I'm so thankful that Vinnies houses so many bizarre pieces!!

Thrifted vest. Sportsgirl boyfriend tee. Supre wet leggings.
Forever New sandals. Wearing BYS Coral Sea on nails.

(I know, I'm sporting legging as pants... I am truly disgusting.)

The print is actually much more lovable in real life and is obviously ripe with potential. Pretty cool, oui? It's a shame I can only wear it out in December without looking like an idiot...

Listening to: Tears For Fears - Everybody Wants To Rule The World
(the two gentlemen in suits dancing in sync = the cutest thing I've ever seen lol)

Shopping Hangover Part II.

2009-01-14T22:21:00.010+11:00

A few things before I get this entry rollin':

To those who've asked whether the Polaroids are authentic, the answer is no! Poladroid works a charm at turning your average photos into lovely works of art. Don't say I never share...
Yes, I was at Strathfield yesterday and Cabra this afternoon. Please stop stalking me haha. (No, really. Please stop stalking me.)
If you haven't already, subscribe to my blog via bloglovin' to be the first to read my entries. If you'd like email notifications rather than visiting the website each time, go to settings, account settings, then check 'I want one email every time any of my favorite blogs are updated'. Can't get any easier than that.
That is all.
Wait, that doesn't really count as a dot point, does it?
And neither does this.

Okay, on with the entry...

I did some shopping in the men's section in David Jones on Monday - initially for Andrew but I found nothing for him, so I ended up getting some things for myself. Gee, the irony. I picked up a Ben Sherman men's blazer (which will have to be worn oversized) and a whole heap of American Apparel tees because I desperately needed to stock up on some basics. Seriously, 95% of my wardrobe are trends or items that you can't construct an outfit around, which really sucks when you simply want to throw on a foolproof outfit and get out of the house!

I also did some digging around in Vinnies, and, to my absolute luck, found some high-waisted jeans in my size that I turned into shorts a la Erin Wasson. Pictures soon (though I wouldn't quote me on it)! I'm pretty certain my heart palpitations were audible within a 5 mile radius when I spotted it. What a fateful day it was for me.

Oh, and I finished reading Confessions Of A Shopaholic some nights ago. To be perfectly honest, I didn't quite like it (I know. How can I not like a book that's practically based on me?! I can't wrap my head around it either). Nonetheless, I'm looking forward to the movie that's coming out next month. Whether it will be a faithful adaptation, we shall see...

Some sale items:

Hmm... I think it's time I rotated some of the clothing that's gotten shoved into the nether regions of my closet. I tend to forget that I own all the crap that I do (hence I buy like mad), so an hour of trying on clothes and dancing around to George Michael seems apt. This should be fun.

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I'm terribly sorry for my flighty temperament to the readers I ran into today! I nearly dropped my coffee when three girls screamed out "JENCHU!!" in unison in my direction lolol. But thank you so much for saying hi. It was nice meeting you all (if not a little awkward... just a bit).

Listening to: Kanye West - Street Lights (Aww... how sad. 'Ye needs a hug)

Shopping Hangover Part I.

2009-01-13T00:32:00.006+11:00

Due to unforeseen circumstances (read: a complete lapse in common sense and a whole lotta sales), I spent my month's allowance in a single week. Yes, my month's allowance in a single week. Jesus, what went wrong there? I don't think I've ever experienced a shopping hangover quite as bad as this; staring at all the shopping bags sitting on my bedroom floor makes me want to throw up.

Sigh, you know you're a shopaholic when all you want to do is cut yourself with your credit card but then you don't want to bleed all over your Sass and Bide trench coat that you got for 50% off at the warehouse sale last season. So you settle on some online shopping instead. God, this is miserable.

Just thought I'd also mention that I bought a copy of Sophie Kinsella's Confessions of a Shopaholic the other day... The irony kills me, it really does.

I'll be back to blog about my sale purchases tomorrow. Get excited? (Please note use of question mark).

In case you were concerned, I'm in absolutely good health. i.e. I don't really want to cut myself with my credit card haha. (But my mother does.)

I need you.

Listening to: Interpol - Roland

2008 In Quotes...

2009-01-11T00:40:00.006+11:00

Jenchu: What the hell do you do when you're not online?!
Davo: Masturbate furiously.

Andrew: It's the new song by Stef Guwan.
Jenchu: You mean Gwen Stefani?!
Andrew: Shut up!!

Crystal: I'll see if I can escape the clutches of my dictator parents.
Crystal: It's like a goddamn Nazi camp over here.

[Trish irrationally hates Indians]
Trish: I talked to a real Indian today at work.
Jenchu: LIAR!
Trish: I have proof!
Jenchu: Knife wound?

Alexander: So I hooked up with this chick over NYE, and let me tell you... the new year went off with a 'bang' ;)
Jenchu: :O
Jenchu: You FOX!

Jenchu: I like McDonald's.
Dan: That's sad.
Jenchu: They're good!
Jenchu: Why don't you just respect them?!
Dan: I don't know... perhaps it is their disgusting chicken sandwiches made from various compressed chicken parts, deep fried burgers that don't even taste like meat, fries with a gallon of salt, shakes made from gelatin/gum based products and not dairy.
Jenchu: Jesus Christ, that was a comprehensive answer.

Jenchu: Davo, how many kids do you want to have?
Davo: Depends on how progressively fat my wife is getting after each kid.

Jenchu: 2009 is forecasted to be a great year!
Tim: What are you? A weather reporter?

Trish: A gangsta like me gotta stay close to the street's yo.
Jenchu: And a gangsta like you also has to include apostrophe's when they aren't necessar'y.
Trish: I hate you :(
Jenchu: <3

[Somebody expresses their inner turmoil to Lisa]
Lisa: Jesus Christ, write a poem while you're at it.

Jenchu: Life is grand!
Jenny: But not as grand as the Grand Canyon.
Trish: Or a grand piano.
Tim: Or Grand Turismo.
Jenchu: It's Gran Turismo, idiot.

2008 was clearly one of my best years.

Life Through A Polacam.

2009-01-09T15:01:00.004+11:00

Listening to: Little Red - Witchdoctor

More Resolutions.

2009-01-07T19:26:00.004+11:00

I just jogged a lap around my block. I was under the impression that I only lacked slightly in the stamina department, but finishing on a series of wheezes instead of an exercise-induced endorphin high is probably indicative of the fact that I'm much more unhealthier than I first thought...

... which is why paying attention to healthy eating is on top of my resolutions list for 2009.

Behold:

1. Eat healthier (i.e. stop thinking of McDonald's as a food group). I've been making this resolution repeatedly for the past four or so years, and yet I still impulsively rock up to McDonald's several times a week ordering a lovely diversity of artery-clogging shit. Probably why I'm unable to run 100m without having a cardiac arrest lol.

And an obvious one (especially to the typical Asian)...

2. Nothing will get between me and my studies. We all know it's a lost cause, but at least it looks good written down!

3. Learn to drive. Be afraid, motorists. Be very afraid.

4. Read more. Contrary to popular belief, I'm actually not a bookworm. The last book I read voluntarily (that is, a book not on the school syllabus) was Influence by the Olsens, and even then, it doesn't quite count as a substantial literary piece. The irony behind all this is that, as a child, I used to be a fervent reader. I would go through three books daily (Goosebumps, Baby Sitter's Club, no less) but once I hit high school, I developed a brazen disregard for books altogether, opting for an issue of Dolly instead. Sorry, life story LOL.

Case in point: I will read more before my brain becomes blubber, and will get cracking on the classics like Austen and Dickens whose works I could never sit through (read: within 5 pages into the novel I would let out a troubled cry and fling the book across the room. Then pick up a fashion magazine, heh).

5. Be more social... yet lead a balanced life.

That pretty much covers my 2009 resolutions. I give myself a maximum of two weeks before at least one of them goes down the drain. Baby steps, people, baby steps lol.

Anyway, my list of futility aside, I went to the universities' Info Day yesterday with Lisa and Daniel, and let me tell you... it was hot. like. a motherfucker (assuming motherfuckers are hot, which they probably aren't. Just really, really sick). We were met with a lovely 41 degrees, which translates to a rough 106 degrees Fahrenheit. As you can imagine, I came home feeling like a charred pig on a spit roast. Hint: sunscreen helps. Use it.

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Have a good day, lovelies. And remember... sunscreen. Use it. LOL.

The Countdown.

2009-01-03T15:05:00.005+11:00

I've got so much to say about New Year's Eve which, by the way, was awesome for 1001 different reasons. But as of right this moment, it's 2.56 in the early morning, and I'm frankly not in the mood to toss it all out in this one entry (mostly because it would require much more brain activity than I'm willing/able to exert). So I will reduce this entry to dot points.

NYE was awesome because...

Lisa and I made our signature cocktail that we found appropriate to call the Jenchu Lisa Rusty Cocktail. Well, it seemed appropriate at the time.
We discovered a certain somebody webcamming with her boyfriend in Daniel's room. And then realised she had taken her shorts off. Couldn't explain that one, could you? HAHAHA.

We midnight danced in the park whilst being eaten alive by mosquitoes. Totally worth it though.

Interesting things surfaced during the drinking game 'I Have Never' that probably should have never been unveiled. I have learnt - much to my disgust - that Paul licks his feet, Lisa has fantasised about me, and Kevin has seen a teacher naked. I do not. want. to know.

Obviously, best night in recent history.

The theme for the party was Monte Carlo/cocktail/semi-formal. Apparently, I missed the point, hence my inappropriate, bordering-on-scandalous outfit. Oops lol.

Enjoy the photos!

So, what did you guys get up to on NYE? Did anyone go watch the fireworks? They looked absolutely spectacular on TV!!

Farewell 2008!

2009-01-01T16:07:00.007+11:00

"Guess what? I haven't gone to the toilet since last year..."

I can't believe the year is chiseling out yet another ending! Often this is a time to reflect back on the year that lapsed and look ahead to the coming months. So - ahem - all manner of drunken fun put aside (but not forsaken), I'm going to assess the past year in a big, chunky paragraph.

In retrospect, 2008 has been a mixed bag of a year. Despite making the catastrophic mistake of jumbling my priorities around (i.e. boyfriend and social life before academics, intarwebz before academics... everything before academics), I'd say things worked out in the end. Academically speaking, I didn't do as well as I could have (go figure), but my goal to get a mark high enough to worm my way into my preferred course was achieved. WIN! Regarding everything else, things frequently fluctuated between disappointing, marginally pleasing, and more awesome than a million dollar Westfield voucher (and that is awesome) - I was fortunate enough to have visited five different countries this year, and I graduated back in September and suddenly found myself confronted with independence of great proportions. There was a handful of high points versus a crater of low moments, but looking back on it, it probably all happened for the best.

While I enjoyed looking back on 2008, it's now time to look forward to 2009. So bring on the new year I say! With that said - Happy New Year to everybody! Am wishing all of you the best for '09. Expect my New Years resolution to be posted up tomorrow or the day after (provided I'm sober enough to climb the stairs to my room... ha).

A little late, but here are some photos from Christmas:

Now do you know why they call my house The Brightest House in Cabramatta? Haha.

Christmas dinner with the bench girls:

Now I can get away with drinking like a fish without having it weighing heavily on my conscience! WOOTZ!

See all you beautiful people in 2009!!

Happy Holidays!

2008-12-28T15:07:00.002+11:00

I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas/Hanukkah/holiday!

Needless to say, I've been missing in action lately. I'm currently capped which explains why I haven't been approving comments and responding, and, as the picture above denotes, I've been busy clearing out my room. I'll respond to all your comments and emails (and read your blogs too!) in a little bit.

I had a wonderful week spending quality time with the people I love (and taking advantage of Boxing Day sales, amongst other things). I'll let you all know about it real soon. In the meantime, I have another closet full of clothes to wade through...

Take good care of yourselves these holidays!

Dear Santa...

2008-12-23T15:45:00.005+11:00

Dear Santa,

It's me again. I know we got off on the wrong foot back in 1997 when I stopped believing in you (I could tell you were angry because you gave me a shitty Christmas mug while the rest of my friends received Deluxe Barbie Wedding Edition play sets. That was low, Santa... real low), or when I forgot to put out the fire before you climbed down my chimney, but I have faith in you this year.

I've been vaguely pondering what I want for Christmas (read: since the beginning of December), and I'm hoping for a few of these items to spruce up my wardrobe for 2009. Ahem, so hear me out, Santa...

Work with me Santa, work with me!

Yours lovingly,
Jenchu.
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Make It Routine.

2008-12-21T17:28:00.007+11:00

Hi, my name is Jennifer and I'm an alcoholic, and I blame it all on the fact that I longer have any sense of routine in my life.

I cannot wait to start my degree in two months time, simply for the fact that my liver will get a rest and so will my eyes. Having spent the past six weeks doing absolutely jackshit besides shopping, partying and sleeping (which may seem like bliss to some, but isn't even mildly fulfilling to me whatsoever), the prospect of a routine life sounds so wonderful right now. You know - as much as I hate to say it - I think I'm actually craving education.

Wednesday evening was spent sprawling the paint section in Bunnings Warehouse, dining at the lavish McDonalds (where we took full advantage of our VIP cards and scored free ice cream and small fries HAHA), and playing a game of laser tag and bowling at a nearby centre. Laser skirmish = incredibly fun, even if all the five-year-old kids beat me in the end. "Man down! Man down! We need backup in sector 3 ASAP!! MOVE IT, MOVE IT, MOVE IT!!" Hahaha. Crazy night.

On Friday night, I attended Michael's party to celebrate the official end of the HSC, and I think I can sum up the night in just five shots. Mmm, let's just say Karen and I have been captured in classier moments... Thank God my camera bailed on me and ran out of batteries because I sure as hell don't want to capture our drunken stupor.

This is what mischief the gang and I got up to this past week:

We also picked up our yearbook last week which turned out really, really well - so well we got nominated for Yearbook of the Year. Job well done, yearbook committee! Kevin and I put our Photoshop skills to good use, and here's a little tease of what we whipped up:

Did you notice the crime theme?

Christmas wishlist coming tomorrow, guys!
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The Day of Reckoning.

2008-12-18T18:19:00.008+11:00

So the HSC results have been released...

... and, suffice it to say, I'm thoroughly pleased.

I had the grievous error of staying up until 4am last night flicking through our Yearbook, even though I knew I had a big day in store for myself today, and now I'm terribly exhausted (think manly-sounding yawns and zombie posture as I climbed into bed).

Grievous error #2: Asking Andrew to check my UAI online for me. I'm pretty convinced I have the world's nastiest boyfriend because he screenshot my results, opened up Paint, edited my UAI such that it was significantly lower than my actual score, sent the image to me and laughed to himself as I virtually had a nervous breakdown and sobbed behind the screen. Heh, makes for funny entries though.

But after digesting my real UAI, I felt happy; I knew I was guaranteed a place in the course I wanted, at the university I wanted. And that's more than I could ever ask for. If you'd like a rough idea, I achieved a UAI in the low 90's - the digits of which I will not specify, so I invite you to take a wild guess. As far as actual examination marks go, they ranged from 76 (Chemistry) to 92 (Ancient History), but that's as much as you'll get outta me.

Amidst all this havoc - the joy of doing well, the disappointment of doing poorly, and the absolute thrill of passing when you barely tried (ring any bells, Timothy? Two, maybe?) - a little room must be left for rationale. If you genuinely tried your best at school and didn't turn out to be the new Einstein your parents had long hoped you'd be, believe me, it's not the end of the world. Within three months of receiving your results, the HSC will be effectively forgotten (with a little thanks to the alcohol you'll be downing on New Year's Eve) and life will go on. You will have beautiful babies whom you'll decide to name after the seven dwarves and a dingo will eat them. But life will go on.

With that said, congratulations to everyone who has achieved outstanding results (AeNa, Michelle and Andrew amongst so many others). You genuinely deserve the results you earnt and I'll be seeing most of you at the grade BBQ tomorrow. In the same respect, congratulations to everyone for simply sitting the HSC! It's a skill in itself if you ask me haha. And to future HSC students - make 'now' the new 'later'. Take it from the student who virtually lived online during her assessment periods and became BFF with the art of cramming. Always give a hundred percent and you'll never have to second-guess yourself.

On a slight tangent, I find it funny how people tend to generalise things when it comes to academics. It's widespread opinion that the "self-worth" of Asian students is defined by the UAI we achieve. My dad had no idea how badly I went in my assessments in school so he expected a 95. Minimum. Um, ridiculous. Sorry, but no. Ninety-five? No.

So tell me how you guys went! Share with me your emotions, your excuse for that B+ in English (oh, horror of horrors!!!) and we can just laugh it off together. It's what the doctor ordered.

Well, it's been an overwhelming but good two days. Now I'm going to crawl into bed while it all sinks in again. 'Scuse me.
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Yay or Nay?

2008-12-15T20:00:00.005+11:00

I now present to you the drop crotch/harem pants that I sewed myself:

Target tee (shredded a la Camille), DIY drop crotch pants, eBay studded sandals

Drop crotch pants are the new skinny jeans. Just kidding.

So here's the debut of my first DIY sewing experiment. I'm thoroughly pleased with the outcome, seeing as a week ago I didn't have a clue about how to operate the sewing machine. Lesson #1: It helps to switch it on. Lesson learnt LOL.

I have to admit, drop crotch pants are a strange phenomenon in the fashion world that I find myself liking more than the next person. There's something about the excess fabric draping the hip region and then hugging the calf that I am fatally attracted to. Or maybe I'm just caught in a trend trap. Either way, I dig.

So now I pass the opinion baton onto you, dear readers. Yay or nay for drop crotch pants? The new skinny jeans or the new female scrotum? Comment and we shall discuss this over some virtual green tea and scotch fingers.
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Under the Influence.

2008-12-12T18:50:00.004+11:00

I only have one thing on my Christmas wishlist this year. Okay, forty-something. But this one sits right at the top of that list:

The Olsen twins' coffee table book entitled Influence.

Interviews with the likes of Christian Louboutin and Karl Lagerfeld? Tick. Exclusive photographs of Ashley and Mary-Kate? Tick. Over 250 pages of covetable fashion, exclusive material and an overload of awesumz? Tick, tick and TICK.

Personally, I am sold.

... now to tackle the one month waiting list at my local Dymocks. SIGH.

At a book signing at Barnes and Noble.

You listen here, you seemingly unattainable book. You better watch yourself because I'm...

I WILL FIND YOU.

AND WHEN I FIND YOU, I WILL READ YOU AND MARVEL AT YOUR PRETTY PAGES.

AND AFTER THAT - AND ONLY AFTER THAT - WILL I BURN YOU FOR BEING SO HARD TO ATTAIN. MUAHAHAHA.

Ahem... So guys, what's on your wishlist?

Jenchu's Credit Crunch.

2008-12-09T12:27:00.003+11:00

Today I am:
1. Loving the gorgeous sunny weather (real shame that I'm indoors)
2. Lurking around on Seek.com.au in hope of finding last-minute Christmas positions
3. Hoping to make some profit in Facebook Poker (although card games are not my forte... unless it's Snap, in which case my nails come in handy)
4. Enjoying my absolute favourite concoction, the Mexican hot chocolate
5. So sad that this dress has been sold (!!)
6. $350 poorer than what I was last week.

As for number six... Yeah, probably wasn't the smartest move I've ever made as a shopper.

On Sunday, Trish and I went shopping (for the umpteenth time these holidays!). It was fun, and, as the figures in my bank account indicate, very expensive. Undoubtedly, it must have appeared that we were stockpiling for the apocalypse or something, what with the twenty or so shopping bags we were lugging around. I should also probably mention that I will be going shopping again with Lisa this Thursday... I HAS A PROBLEMZ.

I do declare my money was well-spent, though. Lots of sequin items, shorts galore, and a green jacket with more pockets and zips to count on both hands - amongst other things. But everything was on sale, so I forgive myself. It's all in an effort to fill the newly empty space in my closet thanks to me completely cleaning it out and donating 99.99% of it to the Salvos.

So... I guess you could say I'm set on clothes for the next few months, even though we all know that in a couple of days I'll probably go out "just to window shop", find something I like, find some excuse to get it, and buy it. Alas, the cycle of my growing mutated closet. I swear it's on 'roids.

Lo and behold, the items that sent me bankrupt. i.e. The reason why I'll be eating grass for the next month:

(some of these date back to months ago)

I also like spending money on useless gizmos:

Ack, I find it absolutely terrible how my wants are always incongruous to my financial state. I swear with every fibre of my being that I will cut down on my shopping!! Food is more essential than clothes, food is more essential than clothes...

Also, I need to learn how to sew ASAP. It's frustrating when you know what kind of things you want to wear but are either a) too broke to buy them (as in my current case) or b) can't find them anywhere when you aren't broke. Gaahh, so frustrating!! I want to make a simple black fitted skirt with some stretch and a playsuit much like this one; surely they can't be too difficult to sew. I'll give you a heads up on my progress.

Ten Fun Facts.

2008-12-07T18:21:00.007+11:00

Okay, maybe not so fun, but worthy of a read at least!

I was tagged by the lovely Melanie to list five random facts about myself, but I shall list twice as many simply because I can't narrow things down for shit. (Who? Me? Self-indulgent? Sure.)

Anyhow, here's stuff you probably didn't know and probably didn't want to know about me.

1. When I was five, I dreamed of becoming a doctor, a news reporter, and a professional ballerina in that order. Shit, my five-year-old self must be disappointed HAHA.

2. I've laughed so hard at one stage and literally peed my pants. I don't think my peers knew (good God, at least I hope not!).

3. The last time I ever threw up was back in 1999. On the train. On my dad.

4. Useless talent #71: I can lick my elbow.

Resume-worthy? Probably not haha.

5. I hate wearing padded bras and only own one or two. The sight of me with boobs is too craaazy.

6. I've watched this video on Youtube over 100 times and not once has it failed to humour me. ROFL. Fucking hilarious.

7. I've urinated in public places on too many occasions: on the side of the road when I was six, at the back of an alleyway when I was ten, behind my dad's car when I was thirteen, and more recently on the beach with Lisa. Seriously, if the government established more public toilets, maybe I wouldn't pee everywhere.

8. Up until I was in Year 1, I used to write my capital E's like this:

HAHAHAHAHA.

9. I have shopping OCD and often acquire favourite items in mass quantities. Um... never mind. I think you already know that. Proceed to number 10.

10. I don't always use a nail cutter to trim my toenails; sometimes I tear them off with my bare hands. I know, I'm fucking disgusting LOL.

There we go, ten 'fun' facts about me.

I shall tag no one in particular, but if you decide to take it upon yourself to carry this meme on, let me know and I'll have a read!

One Man's Trash...

2008-12-04T14:24:00.003+11:00

... is another man's treasure.

Lace-up granny boots!

I'd been trying to track a pair down like a vulture for monthssss, so when my mum decided hers were unfit for further wear, I was obviously ecstatic. I figured they still had some life in them and I didn't have the heart to see them thrown away, so I did what Angelina Jolie would do in any situation and adopted them.

As you can probably gather from all the scratches and scuff marks on the nose of the boots, these 'granny' boots are well-seasoned with love and experience. Even if they're on the verge of retirement, I will love these babies just as my mum did some ten years ago.

Don't mind me if you see me wearing these with just about everything. Ha. They're just so incredibly easy to style and fit like a glove.

How I wore them out this week:

Giordano men's sweater, Supre skirt, Target socks
Wearing Rimmel London's 'Black Out' on nails.

Without warning, this mini leather-look skirt manifested itself. Not gonna lie, the length is pretty scandalous (but it's what characterises Supre clothes haha). Don't panic, I wore it with opaque stockings when I went out. There's no way in hell I'd wear the skirt out on its own, but just for the sake of this photo...

Bardot blazer, Mum's shirt, Supre fitted minidress, Voodoo stockings

I wore this on Tuesday (minus the glasses and the ugly face... I hope) while spending the better part of my day shopping with Trish.

As you can imagine, I got a few looks from shoppers who gawked at the tears in my stockings, then down to my boots, then back up to my stockings. A sweet lady even jokingly asked whether I needed a band aid for my grazed knee haha!

Yep. Really crushin' on these boots.

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An Insomniac, Apparently.

2008-12-01T15:12:00.003+11:00

It's one of those ungodly mornings where I haven't had a wink of sleep all night. Anything I think about inevitably ends up completely incohesive, my father's snoring increases in volume despite him being a floor up (I woke up thinking it was thundering), and three cups of coffee just don't cut it. Considering this, I'm pretty surprised I can type cohesively having had no sleep last night.

I've been in a sorry state the past few days with some problems I've been grappling with (i.e. slow internet and my boyfriend in general. Ugh, boys are such a curse and a blessing). But for the sake of seeming cooler, let's just pretend I flew to outer space and befriended martians instead of dealing with teenage angst. Cool? Hm, I think I might go shopping tomorrow and buy myself some happiness HAHA. Because let's face it - not all the best things in life are free. Nintendo Wii's certainly aren't.

Sorry to start the new season off with a sour entry! It's officially Summer in Oz and I couldn't be more relieved. I was getting rather fed up with Spring and its erratic weather. The temperature drops drastically, then warms, then drops again... and continues to ping-pong for the rest of the season. Totally lame. I can't wait to be peeled from my clothes during Summer!

And I also just realised that it's a little over two weeks until HSC results are released. You can almost smell the apprehension in the air - although from some corners it might be excitement, from others it may be a mix of both, and from a select few, it's probably unexpected flatulence. 'Scuse me.

Alright, my martian friends are calling for me. Must go visit them in 'outer space' now, which is code for 'dealing with teenage angst'. Taps nose and winks. But I'll leave you with photos from the Year 12 picnic that took place some days before our graduation. Yes, I'm terribly behind on the pictures front. I know, I know! I'll try to be more on top of things and will blog more regularly.

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As I'm reading through the brigade of emails that I'm awfully behind on replying to, I want to say thanks guys for all the solicitude while I've been away. I'm sending out cyberhugs and a smiling thank you to everyone.

Polyvore Whore

2008-11-30T15:10:00.005+11:00

The solution to all idle days locked inside the household: Polyvore.

Seriously, son.

I've just spent the past several hours piecing together outfits on this website. If boredom ever bites your backside, you know just where to go and you know just what to do.

Posted above are some outfits I'd totally wear on any given day (and have worn. Pictures to come!). Oh, and in case you're wondering... Lulu-esque because it's in the style of Lulu, Miss Moss because it's in the style of Kate Moss, and rock chic because... rocks would totally wear this. Duh.

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P.S. Some of you asked about the 'Hermoine' heels from Betts that I wore during my formal in terms of comfort, and I will say that after wearing them whilst roaming around Bondi and also dancing in them for hours, my feet were in pretty bad shape. Sadly, they're ranking pretty low on the wearability scale, as evidenced by the blisters on my feet. I swear I couldn't walk faster than .005 km/h with them on. Ah well. Certainly check 'em out though - they should be on sale now!

Fail of the Year.

2008-11-25T20:38:00.003+11:00

... William is obviously inept in the photo-taking department. Fail at life, dude.

To those who complain that I don't produce enough videos - here you go (even if its duration is only 3 seconds long haha).

Lazy Sunday.

2008-11-23T20:44:00.007+11:00

I don't know what's more disgusting...

a) the fact that I set my alarm clock for 10AM
b) the fact that I missed it and woke up at 11:45AM, or
c) the fact that I've just set my alarm for tomorrow... at 10AM again.

You're right, I'm utterly disgusting.

This extended holiday is turning me into a sloth. I'm probably the most unproductive person you'll meet within a fifteen kilometre radius and I'm not particularly proud of it. But seeing as I'm now awake (much to my annoyance), I'll take the time to blog about my Year 12 formal, which actually took place in late September.

The night was held at Nick's Beach Pavilion at Bondi. A very nice and flashy - but by no means pricey - restaurant right on the beach (and I mean right on the beach). Certainly worth checking out if you've got an occasion to organise for!

I still don't know why I came home covered in a strange dewy substance the next morning, but I had a wonderful time. I spent it with the most amazing people in the world and I was so sad to leave, even though I was rather anxious for a shower. If I had my way, I'd relive the night all over again, although three hours of sleep is absolutely not recommended in any way...

My highlights of the night were definitely riding in a limo with my favourite people, dancing with Philip (fun guy under his angry exterior), entertaining ourselves with helium gas, Mr. Nguyen dedicating a song to us and filling in the bits he didn't know with 'da da da da', and urinating in the sand with Lisa (haHAaaHAh, and don't you forget it!).

I definitely have more photos to show for the unbelievable time I had (waaay too many to post here), but honestly I'm so tired it's hard to even look at the monitor without my eyes glazing over or rolling back into my skull.

Oh, and just a quick warning. I kind of look like death in some of the photos, which I tried to distract from with various ridiculous poses (can you tell?). A long night and morning on the beach is hardly the means to looking refreshed lol. But other than me looking as dead as a carcass towards the end of the night, enjoy the photos!

In our usual fashion, Davo and gang also embarked on a late-night misadventure to McDonald's and greatly angered the drive-through operator. I swear I could feel his blood pressure rising HAHA. Rule of thumb: always have an exit strategy in case threatened by drive-through guy. Oh yeah, and the five of us ate fifteen cheeseburgers in the space of ten minutes. GO METABOLISM!

I really doubt you'll ever read this, but I want to say thank you Phuong and your brother for the lift home at an ungodly hour. It was really appreciated.

Alright, time to watch the Australian Idol finale, which, I have to admit, is becoming quite anticlimactic. But this can only be expected seeing as it's like the 10000th season. Somebody axe the show already! These ABBA and Michael Jackson theme nights are getting painfully predictable.

Fringe, Lace and Studs.

2008-11-21T20:16:00.002+11:00

Lace dress from SES, Sportsgirl fringe bag, studded sandals from eBay

As pictured, three trends hybridized into one outfit: fringe, lace and studs. Not the kind of studs you'd find in a Cleo centrefold, but these are just as hot, wouldn't you say? So here's the debut of my newest (and now favourite) pair of sandals from eBay. They are shamelessly these Steve Madden knockoffs, but for only $30 it was justifiable that I caved and purchased them.

Oh, and I don't think I've given you a proper introduction. Ack, I can be so rude sometimes. Readers, meet my bathroom. Bathroom, meet my readers. Get to know each other because you're going to see the inside of my bathroom a lot more now that I have so much time on my hands haha.

I know it's only been four days since the haircut but my fringe is irritating me already, hence it being clipped up. Fringes barely last a week on me before it suffers the wrath of the devil that is a bobby pin.

You might want to stick around 'cos formal photos will be posted up over the weekend!

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Before I forget, a few readers asked what colour I had on my nails in the photos below. It's called Purple with a Purpose by OPI and it's incredibly more vibrant than how it appears in the photos. It's like having plums on your fingertips, except eating the nail polish is highly not recommended...

Smells Like Freedom.

2008-11-18T17:53:00.004+11:00

Holy mother of pearl, it's been forever since I last blogged! But I'm back, kids, to regain my blogging mojo, which is cue for you to take cover haha. The blog will be back to it's self-indulgent, narcissistic routine in no time, don't you worry! But thanks a million for being so patient, everyone.

3 weeks, 7 exams, 18 hours of sitting through them, an estimated 30 handwritten pages, and virtually zero sleep later, I am finally free! Considering these statistics, it's no wonder I haven't been feeling up to par lately. The HSC has been the bane of my existence for the past three weeks which explains why I'm now suitably fatigued, and if it weren't for the brightness of this computer monitor, I'd fall asleep and drool all over the keyboard. Mm, classy.

Overall, I think I did an average job across my exams. Certainly failed two of them (and don't any of you tell me otherwise!), but some I felt confident about. It'll assure me a UAI of no higher than 90, by the looks of things, but I'm thrilled to the very marrow of my bones to have just finished.

Naturally, party celebrations have begun, which is great news because I can let my hair down a bit before I get slung into the world of university (it's an exciting world, I hear). I plan on getting some important stuff done in the post-exam break (read: drinking until I'm thoroughly blind, catching up with old friends, and sleeping in for two thirds of the day. See? Totally important). I look forward to it.

(By the way, if you also sat the HSC this year, what are your thoughts on the exams? Was chem one hell of a bitch or what? Chem: 1, Me: -294858. )

So, here's a quick squiz at my life as it stands at the moment:

My health is in a bit of a state right now. I lost three kilos and gained it all back within a space of a week (my metabolism is explosive). My eating habits have been shot to pieces and my liver needs critical CPR. I've been living off whipped cream and microwaved pizza since the HSC and have not looked back since. Although this is the kind of stuff that is supposed to make you feel like shit and make your mother cry - I'm having so much fun at the moment. L is G! But I can't say the same for my health... hahaha (anxious laugh)...

My love life is currently a derailed rollercoaster ride. Broke up with Andrew and hooked up with my five-year-old next door neighbour (who is delicious, by the way). Been having too many one-night-stands to count on both my hands and contracted some sort of STD last week that smells a little fishy (so to speak)... JUUUSSSST KIDDING! Thankfully, I'm still with Andrew who has his final exams right now so I haven't been able to see him in so. damn. long.

The job is non-existent. Check back later LOL.

Politics just got exciting. A new American president has been elected, of course, which may bring hope to some and uncertainty to others (I'm talkin' about all you conservatives ahem). So yeah, congrats to B. Obama. With an awesome name like that, you could take up any profession, really.

On the other end up the life spectrum, I now have a different hairstyle (not in the photos below) and a newly renovated room. I'll blog about all that on a later date, but in the meantime here are some happy snaps from Lisa's 18th and the night after our last exam. And yes, scarves are a godsend for bad hair days.

That'll be about it for today. I'm trying to get some serious blogging done but my growling stomach seems to be rendering my brain completely useless, so I might just go feed the bastard some whipped cream and microwaved pizza. Watch this space, nevertheless, and if you have any thoughts on the new layout, feel perfectly free to leave a comment because feedback is always welcome. Having said that, if you have any qualms with the layout or if it looks the slightest bit off on your browser, drop me a line and I'll fix it like an Asian Bob the Builder.

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On a side note... if you were wondering what my UAC preferences turned out to be...

Yep, Medicine nowhere in sight, which is a bit of a relief. I explained to Fiona that Medicine was completely out of the question and I swear she gave me this look as if I said I wanted to eat her first born child. Is it that disagreeable for an Asian to not become a doctor? Haha.

October 2008

2008-10-01T18:51:00.000+10:00

No posts during this month.

Spring Cleaning and Such.

2008-09-16T17:00:00.003+10:00

Did you hear?

I finally gave my room a complete face lift today (in the style of Cher)! Now, for the first time in several years, I can navigate around the room without stepping on nacho chips and staples. Heck, life's good. And my feet are thanking me for it.

But believe me, this was not a minor operation.

Cleaning under my bed was a little like deep-sea diving - I braced myself for the sight of weird creatures, lost cities, sunken ships and other such wonders that dwelled in the great Beneath. Never in my entire life have I ever seen such huge dust balls, and I never knew I was rearing spiders the size of my palm. I might have even sighted the Yeti hiding amongst the clutter as well. And MJ's nose. Bizarre.

During today's archeological survey, I discovered: twenty six rubber bands, a headless Barbie doll, an issue of Vogue France dating back to 1999, dust bunnies beyond measure, three coke bottles, and several letters I wrote to my primary school BFFL expressing my love for Dennis ("he is s0o kute!! lolz heheh =]").

But my room is finally clean and I feel so accomplished!!!

Drinks, anyone?

To prove it (I know you bastards are skeptical HAHA), here are photos of my desk. Will post up photos of my room when I renovate it completely.

Work desk:

Top shelf:

Yeah, I know. I have the desk of a five-year-old LOL. But I plan on removing all that pink crap by the end of high school and replacing it with less frivolous things. Big woop!

I'd love to know what your desk looks like. Feel free to do a follow-up entry on your blog. Just let me know and I'll definitely check it out!

As Promised.

2008-09-06T14:21:00.002+10:00

So today was... depressing. Watching three straight hours of Family Guy, nachos, and listening to ABBA somehow only made me feel 1% better. This greatly surprises me because a good ABBA hit never fails to raise my spirits. Never.

Very rarely am I ever down in the dumps (I'm naturally a cheery person), but today - for some unbeknown reason - I was very down in the dumps. Like, as in fifty metres down-in-the-dumps amongst all the clutter and non-biodegradable plastic bags. I suspect it has something to do with the weather and the fact that it's pissing down at the moment. Rain dampens my spirits, so to speak.

But onto merrier news (that will hopefully raise happiness levels around here). I was able to squeeze in some time to construct a list of items that I am lusting over - in the format of a nicely coordinated collage! Yay!

Behold... The Holy Wishlist That Will Both Guide Me And Send Me Bankrupt:

The brief breakdown:

1. Denim dress. Something about the half rocker/half girly nature of this dress makes it very functional in my wardrobe.

2. Black gladiator wedge. These are a fierce pair of wedges, I tell you! Too bad I refuse to pay that much for what is essentially an amazing shoe, but a cheaper knock-off will do. I'm thinking from Kmart if it's a good fit - never underestimate chain store shoes!

3. Owl pendant necklace. Owls are my favourite animal, so it would only make sense...

4. Basic V-neck tee. Ideal for layering, and I love the deep V neckline.

5. Black leather belt. Perhaps the single greatest thing Supre has ever produced. I have to give them credit for it.

6. Red clutch bag. I usually have a hard time with contorting and cramming things into tiny bags, but I will make the sacrifice for this one. It's a lovely, bold red for goodness sake!

7. Cross sandal heels. These are already proudly sitting at home haha. Guilty impulsive shopper.

8. Light up-turn shorts. Killer pair of shorts encompassing all the features that I love: an icey blue colour, distressed, upturned cuffs. Ahhh... frothing at the mouth!

9. Leather brogue heels. I remember fainting slightly when I saw (and mentally fondled) these brogues on a shoe website.

10. Floral blouse. I was doubtful as to whether I would be able to integrate this blouse into any outfit (there's just so much happening with the floral print), but it's too cute.

11. Paisley scarf. So, so practical.

12. Tan gladiator sandal. Only because I'm forming an army of gladiator sandals (five pairs and counting). World domination is only a few pairs away, be warned!

So there we have it. I'm convinced I will achieve spiritual enlightenment/invincibility once I purchase all of these items hahaha. It's seeming rather bleak though, since I'm suffering from lack of funding right now. The Feed A Jenchu Trust is happily accepting any donations. Do be generous.

What's on your current wishlist? Surely nothing as materialistic as mine, right?

Sprung On Spring!

2008-09-02T20:52:00.008+10:00

Ouch. One whole week, eh? Sorry guys, I've had things to do, people to see, excuses to make up for my absence etc etc. You know how things are around here. Haha.

Also, my apologies for being such a slug with comments and email (badddd blogger, bad! Sound the gong of shame!). School is nearing its end so things are moving rather slowly. I'll be taking a long overdue voyage around the interweb to read up on all your blogs very soon, and I'll make sure my cyber ship doesn't crash into an iceberg and sink in the process. Jack mustn't die this time!

Housekeeping aside, now onto the good stuff...

Spring is finally in the air!!!

(I know this because I have started sneezing at 8.30 every morning and the ladybirds are making shyly indecent suggestions to each other.)

How good is it to finally brush off the winter cobwebs?

Frankly, the Weather Gods have thrown enough shit in my face for the past three months, so I'm extremely glad that Spring is here. It's a time where ski gloves are no longer needed while waiting for the bus, and all those skimpy frocks and strappy sandals suddenly seem like viable purchases (rather than items that only Paris Hilton would wear). There's just a summery feel to everything, and there's nothing - nothing - that you could possibly hate about Spring (except for the allergies, I suppose. Oh, and the fact that you have to start shaving your legs again).

With the new season comes the new season fashion, and I've already had a quick look online at all the stores and their new collections. Very exciting. My current wishlist is endless as you can imagine! I'll post it up some time this week if it doesn't slip my mind.

Anyway, the University of Sydney and UTS Open Days were on the passing Saturday. I attended both events and enjoyed scavenging for freebies (claws were out and all), extracting strawberry DNA, stalking a cute hip hop dancer with Sylvia (clearly her idea), and talking to strongly anti-war hippies who sold badges that said 'unfuck the world' (curious bunch of people, they were). Can't wait to go to university! I hope they give out free Red Bulls and Paddlepop ice creams on a daily basis. What an awesome incentive!

I'll leave you now with photos from that day as well as from last Thursday when I went to see Delta Goodrem. Hahahaha "went to see Delta Goodrem." Sounds as if we'd been close friends since forever and we casually drop by each other's places. I'm actually no big fan of Delta, but she was doing some signing at Parramatta so I attended for Sylvia's sake.

Pardon the quality of some of these photos. We were 500 yards away from her, so the zoom function was heavily utilised on this occasion. Ahh, zoom is such a blessing.

Proof that we were a million miles away:

At USyd and UTS:

See you all soon! *

* By 'soon', I actually mean in four years. Excluding holidays. So make that six years. If you're lucky.

PS. Hmm, since it's a new season and all, how does a new layout sound? It's in the works, love, so be patient. It's the epitome of Spring I tell you!

Rotten Tomatoes.

2008-08-26T19:59:00.008+10:00

This entry may be as overdue as 4-month-old tomatoes frizzing on the surface, but I thought I'd blog about it anyway. Some months ago was Michael's 18th surprise birthday (which, ironically, he knew all about!) that his family organised for him, and it was the bomdiggity!! Lots of good company, lots of loud music, lots of alcohol, which, if you do the math, means lots of fun. Taps nose in a cheeky manner.

Ten things I learnt that night:

1. It is better to remain sober. Sometimes.

2. The Lawnmower and the Sprinkler are outdated dance moves that should never be revived in the 21st century. Also, I need dance lessons from Jennifer Huynh, the queen of booty shaking.

3. I envy Alex Luu's legs... which scares me a little.

5. It is completely possible for Raymond to accidentally shut his head in a car door. Exactly how he did this I'll never know.

6. Michael loved the card I made for him! See it at the end of this entry.

7. No matter how many bottles of Victoria Bitter I force into my system, it will still invariably taste like shit.

8. Sandra appears more sober when she's drunk, which is a pleasant surprise. Maybe because she doesn't say anything hahaha.

9. Michael's mum is a killer chef (her spring rolls said it all).

10. A drunken game of Tag is not a good idea.

As for numero 10, I shall save that story for another day hahahaha.

Overall, I possibly had the best night of my life, equal first with the night I found out that my 5-year-old cousin wouldn't be sleeping over (I swear I jumped for joy HAHAHA). I probably got home in more of a state than I would have liked, but I guess that's the very essence of 18th birthday parties.

Enjoy the photos. There are quite a few of them which should suit you just fine, seeing as some of you requested more 'crazy' photos. Hope these are effortlessly crazy enough LOL.

Oh yeah, in regards to number 3 of the above list... Alex Luu was perhaps the hottest lady of the night, hands down. And I think that, after tracing your eyes over his slender arms and lusciously smooth legs, you can only look on and drool in agreement.

I warned you...

Hahahahaha. Five dollars says he'll look back on this night in absolute humiliation.

Right about this moment, Michael's mother made her speech and got everyone just about teary (or maybe it was the fizz in my soda, I dunno). But she really is a sweet lady. She was the mastermind behind the 'surprise' party (that failed, but that's beside the point) and made ends meet on the night. Bottom line: Michael, let's trade mums!

And here comes the aftermath of all those vodka shots and beers... Daniel and Carolyn were probably hit hardest and I was surprised that they made it to school the next day!

And here we are, waiting to catch a ride home after the long night...

As for the card I made for Michael, I think it was a very 'big' surprise for Michael to 'swallow' ... so to speak.

Bahahahahah. Wait, it gets better...

Bahahahahahhaha. Yes, I'm going to hell.

See you all there.

Just Dropping By.

2008-08-22T20:59:00.004+10:00

Okay Jen, this is just terrible. If I were to be graded on my blogging for the past few weeks, I'd probably receive a D+ (only because I can talk my way out of a fail hahaha). But I'm just dropping by for a little while before dashing off again since it seems that's all I ever do.

As promised, here are my recent purchases:

Not sure whether you've caught on, but the gladiator sandal is making a huge reappearance this coming Spring which is reason enough for me to invest in another pair... or two. Call me a trend chaser or a daredevil, but I quite like the knee-high version that Mary-Kate has been seen sporting...

Yummy...

Not sure whether the extra boobage is doing anything for her, but I can't help but swoon over her shoes and say, "Well played, MK. Well played." But just imagine the tan lines from those babies! I sure hope she has sunblock on, otherwise we'd be playing Naughts and Crosses on her shins. Yeouch!

I've actually been lusting over these knee-highs since last year but never picked up the courage to buy a pair. I do realise it's still way too cold to be baring my toes (it's Winter in the land down under), but who gives? They're cute and reasonably priced, and a great investment on the whole.

Everyone whom I've asked about the sandals beg to differ though. David went so far as to say that they look like having your leg caught in a bear trap. Well then they're very nice bear traps that Mary-Kate has got her legs caught in. Hmph!

Another pair of gladiator-styled shoes that sparked great controversy amongst my friends:

I don't see what's so bad about them, really...

I think they're a real staple to any woman's shoe collection. The only thing that irks me is the height. I like to be firmly planted on the ground which is why I often opt for sandals and flats, but a few inches off the ground? Hmm, I'm not too sure about that. God have mercy on my ankles if I happen to come crashing down...

What's your stance on the knee-high sandals and gladiator heels? Dreadful or divine? A hype not worth buying into or a hype worth every dollar? You know my answer.

Ten Years Later...

2008-08-17T23:31:00.007+10:00

Wow, it's been a while since I've checked into the blog hotel. I've been busy with a few things (this is, of course, the traditional opening to all blog entries on unloved blogs across the interweb hahaha. Learn to identify it!) but I'm back into the swing of things.

A quick thank you for all the lovely emails and comments wishing me well for my exams. They have not gone unnoticed. Among the emails were of course angry emails reminding me that I hadn't blogged in X days and Y hours and that you would burn down my house if I had not blogged within the next hour. Sometimes I'm kind of scared of you people lol.

Okay, now that I've settled in, here's a massive motherload of an update!

The happenings of the past week, in short, are as follows: crammed for exams, sat the exams regretting aforementioned cram sessions, completed exams expecting epic fail, caught a nasty cold, saw the end of a really lovely relationship (still gutted), drank excessively at Danielle's 18th, danced to the Spice Girls and came home wondering why oh why was I wearing Timothy's socks, where on earth my shoes could be, and whether all those shots were truly necessary.

It's good to be living life in the fast lane again.

I plan on spending the next few days mainly curling up or reading, which isn't too rock and roll to be honest. I think I might have been pushing it a bit too hard lately and now my body's punishing me for it. I've caught a nasty cold from god knows where (bets are on Trish who sneezed all over me - snot and all) and I can't even feel the tip of my nose anymore! That's what you get when you pick up your immune system from a garage sale hahaha.

Speaking of garage sale, did I mention that I spent $30 on over 10 items from Glebe markets which would make your grandmother, circa 1964, extremely proud? It all smells a tiny bit like old lady, but nothing a little dry-cleaning can't fix! I picked up a few jewelry pieces for less than $5 each and gorgeous dresses that sent me squealing like a pig (I was going to say school girl, but I'm not quite sure I could have reached that high of a pitch given my sore throat lol). Saturday markets are certainly the bee's knees. Will post my buys up tomorrow because that will just detract from the main point of this entry, which is to update.

Anyway, I remember posting up an entry last month about the undergraduate degree I intended on heading towards. Well, here's a brief update on that...

What on God's green earth was I thinking?! Medicine?!

Apart from realising how unattainable that degree is (let's not lie - my chances are slimmer than runway models), I've also come to realise my love for writing. So I guess Journalism's looking pretty dandy right now. I know, it's a huge divergence from the world of medicine and science, but I definitely have more passion for writing than, say, looking at donkey sperm through a microscope. *

* Not necessarily what laboratory scientists do, but let us assume for this entry that they study donkey sperm.

These are only preliminary thoughts after all, and, knowing me, they will most likely be thrown out the window. I really hate to adhere to plans because I feel it sucks the fun out of life, so who knows? I might change my mind for the nth time and take up an unexpected course that'd throw everybody off their feet. Will keep you posted on what I actually end up pursuing in university.

By the way, I recently unearthed this insanely old polaroid photo of Lisa and I back when we were in 9th grade. The moment I found it under 10 inches of dust in my drawer was the moment I burst into a fit of laughter HAHA. Honestly, would somebody please send me to Galaxy World already so I can play Dance Dance Revolution and show off my new dragon tattoo to everyone (even if it is a stick-on)?

I call this one the "Cabramatta death stare". Are you intimidated yet?

Hhahahahaahhaha.

Awfully good memories, awfully bad hair.

Before I call it a night, good luck to the rest of you who are still sitting through your last trial exams! I'm sure you'll all do amazingly well (in your case, Khanh, you'll only do well ONCE YOU GET CRACKING ON YOUR HISTORY EXTENSION!!! Bludger woman hahahaha).

Alright, time to call it a night. Same time and place tomorrow, oui?

As an aside, what would you like to see more of on this blog? It's about time I worked towards a better blog, and I figure the best place to start is with the readers (you know, the five or so of you who still read this HAHAHA).
So what is it that you'd fancy more of?
More photos? More purchases? More updates? Better music? Don't really give two shits as long as I'm blogging?
Give me some feedback! "Gimme gimme more" in the words of Britney Spears (not that I particularly like quoting her).

Beijing Olympic Games.

2008-08-08T19:29:00.004+10:00

I may be in the middle of studying for my trials, but I'm not going to miss the Beijing Olympics Opening Ceremony for the world!!

Let the Olympic Games begin!!!

PS. Just three more exams to go and I'll be free!

Trials Will Be the Death of Me.

2008-08-02T19:58:00.023+10:00

You may remember my Top Things I Hate entry that was posted up last year (read it here). Well, here's an update. Since that entry's publication, I have a newfound pet peeve that I've recently discovered during a dinner last night.

The newest addition to my hate list:

Waiters who ask, "Would you like to hear our specials?" and then proceed to list about 62 different specials without STOPPING TO SEE IF THE CUSTOMERS CARE ANYMORE.

How many times have you been at a table when this horrific monologue started, and you and your friends are just looking at each other embarrassedly?

"Please stop," I whimper to myself. "Please stop."

If I were a waiter and I saw four of my customers looking down at the table, inspecting the nearest fleck of microscopic dust, and slowly reaching for a screwdriver with which to kill themselves - aka NOBODY WAS LISTENING TO ME - I would probably stop, leave, and send free drinks for everyone to atone for my mortal error.

The ignorant waiter, though, spent an embarrassingly awkward ten minutes just listing the specials to us, and even interjected with his personal opinions on every dish. ("And next we have the vegetarian risotto, which is my personal favourite because it's light and creamy and BLAH BLAH BLAH... I AM AN IDIOT.")

Completely unnecessary, I thought, considering the specials were already clearly imprinted on the front of the menu!!!!

Quick tip: If it looks like someone is going through the pain of giving birth while listening to you, you can safely assume to STFU (shut the fuck up) and go MIA (missing in action). Combine the two steps and you get STFUMIA. Which essentially means nothing. But it's fun to try to pronounce anyway.

So, there. Now there are six things that I hate with a passion.

Oh, and I also hate it when I can't get the lids off jars and my hands get all red and sore after trying and failing for twenty minutes. And when I actually do get the lid off, it exerts such a force that the contents within the jar splatter all over me (most of the time its pasta sauce).

Life is cruel. Survival of the fittest, my darlings. Can't get the lid off the jar and you will die in this world. Hahahaha.

As you know, I went to watch The Dark Knight this passing Tuesday with Andrew, and the verdict is in.

I only have one word to describe The Dark Knight...

Epic.

It's true: The Dark Knight hype train has certainly kicked into high gear. And if I were completely honest, I'd go so far as to say that the Batman buzz is getting a little deafening. But I still maintain that the film actually lives up to the hype (lol, unlike The Happening. What a failure that movie was!). It's completely deserving of the praise it's been receiving, and I think Ledger would have gotten the same kind of noteration if he were still alive.

But I swear to God, if I encounter another person who repeats the line 'Why so serious?', I'm going to jump off a bridge into an alligator pit wearing nothing but a steak necklace and alligator boots (they still miss their uncle).

STOP IT!!!

In other news, I've been reminded that I haven't posted up my purchases in quite some time. It keeps slipping my mind. Give me a Kit Kat break! Haha.

I struck gold during a browse at Trash and Treasure some weeks ago when I unearthed an 80's retro cardigan for only $4. Four bloody dollars!!! Seriously cannot go wrong at this place! Of course, if you mind the stale smell of clothing older than you then maybe you should give Trash and Treasure a miss. Otherwise, I really suggest paying this market a visit because you're bound to find something wonderful for less than $10 a piece (and you can still haggle! Bliss!). While there, I also bought three leather belts in an assortment of colours for only 20c each. I shit you not, folks. Incredibly happy about myself at the moment hahaha.

Anyway, here are the batch of 'purchase' photos. Some of these date back to June (you know, when cavemen were still around) and you'll even be able to purchase a pair of white gladiator sandals from me if you're interested. Details below! Help me get rid of them somebody!

SOLD!

Mum also recently bought me two party dresses because she saw that I was studying hard at home. I feel a little terrible though because I was drawing boobs out of parabolas and not actually attempting any maths questions! HAHAHAHAHA.

On a side note, I know things have been slow around here lately... because my trials are in only two days! So please excuse how quiet it's been. I'm seriously not kidding when I say that I'm dangerously behind on my studying. They don't call me the Crammer Extraordinaire for nothing, y'know.

So, as from today, I'm going to remove myself from all forms of telecommunication and become a social walnut. You can reach me by sending a messenger pigeon or by casting out a message in a bottle. Do not expect any punctual replies, though.

Yes, this does mean a hiatus for two weeks, but I shall see you all on the flip side!

I was actually shittin' my undies up there. HAHAHA.

The best of luck to all victims of the HSC!!

Potential Worst Film of the Year.

2008-07-27T13:32:00.009+10:00

Guess what, folks?

I finally watched The Happening last week (call me slow) and - sweet Jesus - it was bad. It was unbelievably, hilariously, inconceivably bad. For those of you who aren't familiar with the film, here's the official trailer on YouTube.

I gave the film the benefit of the doubt and expressed optimism that it might even be good - despite all the shit ratings it received from critics and friends who've watched it. Having seen the film, I can definitely see where they're coming from.

To be fair, the film started out well and actually had something going for it, but ended up being an absolute embarrassment. I've seen a fair share of dodgy films in my short lifetime (High School Musical, anyone?), but none of these dedicated 15 whole minutes to the actors running around the fields being chased by, of all things, the wind.

The wind.

Yes, because being chased by the wind really gets my heart racing. Have got to be fucking kidding me?!

The worst and most inexcusable offense was the terrible acting. As much as I love Mark Wahlberg as an actor, he was really, really painful to watch. There was just nothing convincing in any of the things he said.

Bottom line: I want the several hours of download time back!!!! I say change 'The Happening' to 'What the Hell Just Happened?' because I really don't know what that was. I gave it some serious thought for about ten minutes but, nope, I just couldn't wrap my head around it.

I just hope that The Dark Knight delivers because I am so hyped up to watch it come this Tuesday!

Anyone else watched The Happening and thought it was absolute crap? Better yet, anyone watched The Happening and liked it? I invite you to share your thoughts. And if, like me, you completely hated the film, we'll have a few beers and bag out the film together! Sounds like a plan to me. Hahaha.

(Gahhh, I'm evolving into such a movie Nazi. Must stop.)

Anyway, seeing as though I'm too lazy to upload them all, here are a select few photos from Jenny's 18th birthday from zee holidays. Will blog about that when I get the chance. 'Twas a fun night indeed!

Freshly Pierced: An Afterword.

2008-07-23T17:51:00.013+10:00

As announced in a former entry, I finally got my lip pierced! This is perhaps to your dismay (from what I gather from the comments), but I'm really pleased with it. Looks good methinks!

You know how people say that after a great achievement, you feel as if you can take over the world? Spot on. I feel like I can take over the world, kick Hitler up the arse and make it home on time for dinner. I think Rambo just might have a little competition.

I'd been preparing myself for the pain by pinching my lip, but I wish I had better prepared myself for the backlash I would get afterwards. Seriously, I've been getting some pretty bad vibes from people (to whom I would like to say 'UP YOURS!') ever since the lip piercing. The teachers at school don't seem too fond of my newly pierced lip (especially Ms Best whose eyes virtually leaped out of their sockets), and the rest of society seems to have shunned me already.

As if that wasn't enough, I also received a very stern reprimand from dad - who is extremely anal retentive by the way - followed by the Silent Treatment. My mum, on the other hand, wasn't even aware that I had metal through my lip, and she'd come into my room on an earlier occasion whilst I was asleep. Face up. Twice. After two whole days of not realising, I finally had to point it out to her!!!!

But I guess I had it coming.

That said, I'm keeping the piercing regardless of all the disapproval (call me stubborn). I'm already quite attached to it.

The first thing people always ask me upon seeing my lip piercing (other than "are you fucking crazy?") is "did it hurt?". As far as pain goes, it wasn't painful in the slightest! I'd say with all honesty that piercing my ears hurt a lot more. If I were to place it on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being equivalent to getting punched by a baby and 10 being equivalent to getting sat on by Oprah, I'd have to give the whole piercing experience a 3.

No kidding!

If the pain factor is holding you back from getting a lip piercing, then it's time for a re-evaluation.

If you ask me, what's more devastating than the piercing itself is the two-week no-kissing rule. Way to put a damper on my social life HAHAHA.

So after all of that, here I am, freshly pierced, experiencing a little discomfort, and broke.

I'm still smiling though. With my new lip piercing!!

And on with the photos:

As you can see, I'm sticking with a basic silver stud for now. Shall possibly change it to a lip ring in a month or two.

PS. For those who are interested, I got my lip pierced at Hairhouse Warehouse at Parramatta for $55 including jewelry.

PS. If you were wondering why I pierced the left side of my lip (I know how curious you all are), it's because that's the better side of my face hahaha. Also explains why I predominantly pose on the left rather than right.

A quick question to those who have pierced their lip at some stage:
Within a few days of getting it done, the back of my stud has slightly dug into my lip. It's not uncomfortable, but I'm a little concerned that the skin inside my lip may grow over the backing of the jewelry in time. Yikes!
Is it due to slight swelling (which it is now) or an unfittingly short stud?
Many thanks!

Two Truths and a Lie.

2008-07-20T00:23:00.010+10:00

Okay, here's the catch: I will submit three statements about myself - two of which are true and the third is a lie. Your job is to ultimately identify the lie without me actually telling you. That's basically the gist behind the game.

They get more and more scandalous with every statement, and I do realise that my reputation is on the line. But it's time you got to know the darker truths about this blogger, whichever you coin as true.

Have fun guessing and pondering...

Which do you think are truths and which do you think are lies? Oh, and provide any justifications!

I showed this to a few of my closer friends and it appears they don't know me as well as they think they do...

Freshly Pierced.

2008-07-19T21:58:00.005+10:00

Yes, I got it done!

A big, fat 'PPFFFFTT' to those who doubted my courage hahaha.

Sadly, no photos as yet. Will be back with photos and a proper entry soon!!

(And I just realised that I've been blogging every five days. It's just a coincidence, I promise.)

The Piercing Bug.

2008-07-14T14:09:00.017+10:00

Edit:

I feel a little lame Photoshopping a lip piercing into my photos, but some of you requested it. It doesn't look terribly realistic I must admit, but at least it should help you visualise me with a pierced lip haha.

And here is the Jenchu with an imaginary lip piercing:

... What do you think?

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It's true what they say - once you get bitten by the piercing bug, you're going to want more, and more, and more, until your body resembles a pincushion and you get ostracised from genteel society.

I've got six piercings to date, all of which are on my ears, but lately I've been itching to go beyond and get something on my face. Since my life seemed to have taken a turn for the crazy this year, I've decided to translate this to the realm of the physical by doing something batshit insane...

By getting a lip piercing.

And I know exactly what you're thinking. A few weeks ago, I would have never considered the idea; I'm about as straight-laced and boring as I can get. But the more I thought about it, the more beautiful the piercing seemed (or the more deluded I became?) and now I want one.

Despite what my friends believe, my reason for a lip piercing is not as a form of rebellion. It's not as a means to achieve some sort of "zen spiritual enlightenment". Heck, it's not even an expression of angst... although they all would have been cool reasons to present to friends.

I hope that ends all the confrontation I've been receiving...

"Jen, are you getting pierced because you're depressed? ANDREW'S BEEN HITTING YOU, HASN'T HE?" HAHAHA.

I'm purely doing it for the aesthetics, and to some extent as a way to mark my new self. Doesn't get any simpler than that.

I don't think I'll ever understand why some people get pierced for the pain aspect. How on earth can someone find pleasure in that sort of pain?! It doesn't make any sense to me and probably never will. I know someone who knows someone (Trish's best friend to specify) who has been pierced well over 30 times because he finds the associated pain "beautiful and satisfying". In his own words, mind you.

Here's the attached conversation we had last night:

Who am I to argue? He said it.

I've weighed things up, and - yes - the cons do outweigh the pros. Like how someone not attuned to the piercing subculture would probably gawk in horror at my piercing. Or how I'd probably never score a job in the corporate world or be taken seriously. Or how Andrew would probably dread the day where I had to meet his parents (I'd skewer his nuts with the pin used for my lip piercing if he ever gets ashamed of me).

The only problem I face now is how I'm going to inform my parents...

Should I text my mum at the last minute when I'm on the piercing chair? "Hi mum. piercing lip now. dnt freak k? uh oh. blood sprayin evrywhr. Dizzy. ttyl." Should I write my parents a long, loving letter and post it on the fridge? Or should I not inform them at all and pray that they never notice the metal on my face? No doubt my folks will raise holy hell when they see that their daughter has "ruined her perfectly pretty face."

It's so worth it though, because I shall have a piercing as hot as this:

Hot hot hot hot hot.

Alright, enough piercing talk. I'm getting myself all hyped up haha.

P.S. Has anyone had any insane piercings done? Like your nipple(s) or any surface piercings? Better yet, has anyone pierced their lip before? Please share.

P.P.S. Non piercing-related entry coming tomorrow for all you anti-piercing people. I'm trying to cater to all audiences here LOL.

I Hate the Gym.

2008-07-09T17:52:00.005+10:00

To get things rolling, I should mention that I am not ignoring your comments. Haloscan has discontinued the 'Edit comment' function, so I'm unable to reply for the meantime. I'm quite gutted about this to be perfectly honest with you, because it was this very function that distinguished Haloscan from other commenting services, and now it's gone!! Give me a few moments to console myself... I'm quite upset about this. LOL.

(Fellow Haloscan members who wish to read up on this case can view the topic here.)

Secondly, give me a big loud cheer because I am well back into the blogging scene. It's been too long, wouldn't you agree? It's the holidays now so I have a few moments to myself to update this ghost town. Thanks for sticking around even though I've only been blogging on a weekly basis. You guys are too cool for school haha. Alright, you've got me on bended knee. Enough ass-kissing.

Now here's something worth noting! I did something extremely remarkable some weeks ago and went to the gym (I figured I will, someday, when I am 97, be hot). I don't have any body image issues whatsoever, but I swear, 'fat shit' is a totally different term in a gym. You can be normal as soon as you're outside it, but as soon as you step in, oh my God, you're obese. It's depressing.

The moment I walked into the gym, all the gym junkies just scorned at me and I felt my confidence crawl into a ball and die. There were big, meaty guys whose biceps were bigger than their heads (no kidding) and 50-year-old retirees who were still virtually at their physical peak. (Which was enough motivation for me because I just COULD NOT let myself be outdone by someone who was probably thinking about their retirement villa in Spain).

To salt my wounds, the Holy Treadmill refused to function because I tried too hard. Jesus, what does it want me to do? Lie on my back and let it do all the work? I made the meter go red and angry, and it flashed on the screen going 'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU WANNABE-ATHLETE? YOU HAVE TO GO SLOWLY, BECAUSE YOU ARE A FAT SHIT'. So I got pissed with it and went to ride the Holy Elliptical Trainer instead. It respects me more.

After spending some hours at the gym, I came to realise that people like to grunt unnecessarily. Yes, I can sympathize that certain lifting exercises are very strenuous, in which case deep breaths and honest grunts are fine. But when someone is lifting and it sounds like they're doing their "Incredible Hulk taking a massive dump" impression, it gets old after the 2nd set. Just don't scream when you're lifting to make sure everyone knows you're benching a small Volkswagen, wanker.

But after all the embarrassment at the gym, I figure it's not exactly the place for someone as unfit as me.

I SURRENDER TO FAT CULTURE OF AUSTRALIA. MY BMI IS NORMAL. GOD HELP ME!!

I guess that's the only upset I've had that's worth mentioning. There was last Thursday where I spilled my coke all over the floor, but it hasn't scarred my confidence like going to the gym has. Bah!!!

Oh, and another thing. As far as the 'Ask Me a Question' entry goes, it's still in the works so I apologise for its late publication (lol, not really). Should be up soon, bare with me!

Here are photos of when Sylvia and I snuck into a half-built house. Hahahahaha. Yes, we trespassed into private property, and, yes, it was mad fun. We posed against one of its walls, by the way. Looks pretty pro, right?

I'll post the remainder another time.

Also, I had the time to rearrange my hot pink noticeboard today. I threw out all the other rubbish that was pinned onto it (receipts, outdated notes to self etc.) and replaced it with some clothing tags and labels. I will endeavour to completely fill every inch of my board with tags in the near future. So much for using it to pin up timetables and important notes, eh?

I'll be back to blog some time again this week. Don't move a muscle!

Double the Thrill!

2008-07-04T17:18:00.004+10:00

Just a brief update to post up the Thriller performance video that Lisa recently uploaded onto YouTube. I know it's a rarity that I ever post up video footage, but I may as well help to circulate the video!

A dozen or so year 12 students performed the dance (I wasn't in it but I did their makeup) at the Multicultural Day concert this Wednesday. Let's not lie, I'm their number one diehard fan!!! HAHAHA.

Enjoy the video (you may want to stop the blog music first):

P.S. Yes, they were out of sync but I still think they stole the show!
P.P.S. I did not make this video and, no, that is not me screaming out.
P.P.P.S. It's the holidays now so expect more entries from now on! With twice the number of pictures!! WOOOO!!!

Back In Action!

2008-06-29T18:39:00.007+10:00

I can now throw both hands up in the air because all of my assessments have finally passed. Mmm... and now to catch up with my good friend, Sleep.

(I envision Sleep and I conversing over some coffee. He tells me how much he has missed my obnoxious snoring and insists we make sweet dreams all night long. God, I am so amazingly delusional right now.)

Despite my huge coursework load and upcoming exams (the trials are only 6 weeks away!), I'm the happiest I've been in a while. I'm surrounded by wonderful people and life is beginning to seem beauuutifuul. Hell, it's all good in Jenchu's hood.

Short entry today because I need to give way to a bulk of quotes. Let's get started:

Henry: Life is short.
Jen: How do you know?
Henry: A midget told me.

Jen: Do you use MyFace and SpaceBook?

What did you want to be 5 years ago?
Marie: Sexy, rich and famous.
What do you want to be 5 years from now?
Marie: Sexy, rich, famous with botox.

Tony: The train smelt like wank this morning.

Friends dance like zombies to the song 'Thriller'. They clear the stage and Edwin breakdances in the centre.
Jen: Omg, zombies do that?!

Vivienne: You know how if you worked in a clothing store, you get discounts off clothes... well, if you worked in a bank, would you get discounts off money?

Andrew: 'Algorithm' is such a hot word. I'm going to name our son Algorithm.
Jen: It reminds me of 'logarithm'.
Andrew: Nah, Logarithm sounds like he's a piece of wood.
Jen: HAHAhaHAhAHA.

Mr Sommer: Hurry up! I have places to go, people to do.

I know I've been absent for a while, and you're all probably wondering where I've gone and what I've been up to. Too much to say, too little time to crap on. But in a nutshell, I've been busy:

- Being Elvis Presley for a day.
- Convincing myself that, although I am in an Elvis costume, I am in fact not Elvis Presley.
- Trying to sneak into the toilet while Lisa's urinating.
- Lending my shoulder to drunkards (to no one in particular... MICHAEL NGO)
- And generally enjoying life.

These photos will show for it:

See you all over the rainbow!

Missing In Action

2008-06-23T18:10:00.009+10:00

Vote once only, thanks. To those who have been voting multiple times under different names, don't exploit the voting system. Your votes will only be disregarded.

Okay, so I sort went MIA for a brief period and I sincerely apologise for that. I've momentarily returned to sweep up the cobwebs and dust bunnies that blanket my blog. Haha, I'd never actually do that in a real life situation. Housework and I are as immiscible as oil and water: we simply don't mix.

As you can probably tell, school is getting extremely demanding. I've got so much on my plate right now. Just to paint you a picture, I've got an English assessment due tomorrow, a Chemistry assessment due the next day and a Biology one due on Friday. I'm truly blessed.

Anyway, while I'm alive and breathing (knock on wood), you may as well cast your votes for the 10th and final question:

Option 1. My family life.
Am I the black sheep of the family? Am I as spoilt as I appear? Do I live in a mansion? Are my parents rich? Are they successful entrepreneurs or are they simply factory workers? Or could they even be drug dealers?! WHERE THE FUCK DO I GET ALL THIS MONEY FROM?

Option 2. My love life.
How did Andrew and I meet? Who made the first move? What makes our relationship cohesive and long-lasting? Has there been any cases of unfaithfulness (you'll love this)? Who pays for meals? What were my ex-boyfriends like?

Option 3. My school and social life.
Am I introverted or extroverted? What social class am I associated with within my school hierarchy? Am I the bitch, the nerd, or the outcast? How well do I really perform in school? Am I a partypooper or a stay-at-home person? What are my curfews? Do I have any alter-egos?

So much for posting it up on Sunday... I knew my sorry ass would never make ends meet. HAHAHA.

Okay, back to Biology and environmental effects on phenotypes.

Ask Me A Question.

2008-06-15T20:31:00.015+10:00

Applications have now CLOSED.

Thank you so much to those who have submitted their question(s)!! Some had me giggling like a schoolgirl while others had me in deep contemplation (the 'save your best friend or your family' scenario in particular. Haha). It's a real shame that only 10 questions could be selected, so don't distress if yours wasn't chosen.

I've already selected 9 out of the 10 to answer, and will have them answered by Monday at the latest. Please check back tomorrow to vote for the 10th question!!

Selected questions are as follows:

1. Would you rather be cremated or buried?

2. When did you start getting into fashion and what's your inspiration?

3. If you could be any make-up product, what would you be and why?

4. Why on earth are bananas that bendy C shape?

5. What do you hate most about today's society?

6. Your house has burnt down. Draw or take a photo/video of your assumed reaction.

7. You're in a two-seater car and you're approaching a haunted deserted place on an extremely cold freezing night. You have the ability to save one person and one person only. The people you leave behind will die. Who would you save? The love of your life, your best friend who once saved your life, or an old lady that is about to die if you dont rush her to hospital.

8. What's something you really hate and why?

9. Who would you turn gay for? (I just had to include this one... hahaha)

10. YOU CHOOSE THE FINAL QUESTION!!

Don't forget that there's still one final question that you all get to vote on! I deliberately made the final question as broad as possible. That way, I could indirectly answer other related questions too.

P.S. For those who were too anal to participate, may you contract some horrible STD (preferably genital warts, nothing less) and transmit it to your other half and your respective mistresses.

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Okay folks, seeing as though I'll be busy with assessments this whole week and need a short getaway, I figured I'd make the next entry a little more fun.

I'm welcoming all questions in any form for a special entry to be released next Sunday!

If you've ever wondered, for instance, what my lucky underwear looks like or how long I take in the shower, then simply submit a question in the comment box. Take this as an opportunity to put me on the spot! I wouldn't mind the least if you ask me about my standpoint regarding abortion or something equally contentious. Whatever tingles your jingles!

For the love of God, whatever you choose to ask me, please incorporate some creativity into your questions. I cannot stress this enough. I refuse to answer uninspiring questions such as "so do you like stuff?" or "why are you such a bitch?". Who cares?!

As the title suggests, only 10 questions will be answered. I will be selecting a vast majority of your submissions to answer and I'll also let you choose the final question.

Please note that entries close this Friday (20th June), so get those questions in!

Looking forward to having a good laugh at your submissions. ;)

* Your name does not have to be enclosed if you do not want it to be (I like a bit of mystery)
* Inappropriate questions will be deleted
* There are no limits as to the number of questions you submit (yay!)

"I Will Kill You, Simon Gascoyne!"

2008-06-11T18:35:00.011+10:00

OLSEN TWINS MOMENT. That's right. So much to do, so little time. Obviously without the whole looking like 2 hags thing going on there, because that would just be out of character.

Jokes aside, I am currently swamped with assessments. This week and the next few to come are assessment period, so we're all on our last legs to be perfectly frank with you.

Yesterday I was working on my Biology assessment on my laptop and it just wasn't responding, so I had a go at the screen and then slapped it. My brother just looked at me for a moment then pissed himself laughing because I was taking it so seriously. The laptop not working had deeply bruised my ego and we are now not on speaking terms, but I may be imprisoned for domestic violence.

So what have I been up to other than slaving away to my assessments? Nothing too noteworthy, I'll be honest.

On Sunday night, our group of English Extensioners went to watch Tom Stoppard's play 'The Real Inspector Hound' at Newtown. It was the first time I had ever seen a play outside of school, so the experience was really special in that sense. From observation, I came to notice that the Newtown residents are less polished yet more cultural. They're real individualists to say the least. We came across a few weird and equally wonderful individuals who were either hardcore goths, hardcore alcoholics or hardcore hippies. You'd never find these sorts of people in Cabramatta (except for hardcore alcoholics. They're guaranteed down at this shanty town LOL).

Anyway, in more exciting news (I am totally certain you are all wetting yourselves with giddy excitement at that), I've paid a good visit to the mid-year stocktake sales. Naturally, I went a little hard out and bought a whole load of crap that I now regret buying. Sales do that to you, you know. The only reason why you buy half the stuff you do is because the sale price is attractive, not the actual item.

"Why on earth did you buy this shirt?"
"It was only $15!!"
"But it looks like complete shit."
"Yeah, well, the price tag didn't at the time..."

I did manage to snag a few items that I absolutely love, so I'm thrilled about that. I've got a few birthday presents to purchase for some friends, so I'll return to the sales come this Thursday. Which reminds me! Every time I do go shopping for other people's gifts, I end up only buying for myself. It's bloody ridiculous. Does anyone else experience this, or am I completely lacking in self-control?

Again, not a huge deal to say because I'm really too busy (stupid deadlines are killing me), but I'll leave you with the knowledge that I am alive, despite currently being hammered by my assessments. I'm on life support, but alive nonetheless.

Photos to follow are from Sunday night. Also threw in a couple of experimental luvos and my purchases.

Watch it caught on camera:

It looks like we're doing some line dance. Fucking hilarious HAHAHA.

Honest to God, I've been sitting here staring at the animation for the past 10 minutes. I will never get bored of it! HAHAHA.

Purchases:

NB. If a particular item interests you and you wish to know the details of purchase, please email me rather than commenting me. I may or may not disclose any details.

Many earnest thanks to Trish who surprised me with a few gifts when I visited her at work. They were adorable! I have them displayed on my desk. Love you bitch.

It's been a long entry and I'm dying for some chocolate milkshake. I have some ice cream left in the fridge, so I think I might go make some.

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

2008-06-07T10:52:00.016+10:00

Before I begin, a big fat HAPPY BIRTHDAY to AeNa for yesterday and to Hieu for today! I hope you darlings have/had a wonderful time partying and tearing it up on the dancefloor! Sends cyber hug to both of you.

At long last, here's the entry about Khanh's birthday that has long gone past its expiry date. Don't worry, it's thoroughly safe for consumption. Just dust off the mould and it's good to go.

I genuinely don't know where to begin with this entry. The night was - and still is - a bit of a haze to me. I seem to suffer from amnesia when I'm having fun, it's quite ridiculous. I always need a lot of things filled in by other people because my recollection of occurrences is always zero to none. "I did what to him behind the shed?!" Hahaha. It's never anything remotely scandalous, though. Shame.

Out of sheer intellect, I wore the most painful shoes in existence... and we were going shopping. Ahh... Jenchu, a fine individual of common sense. To paint you a picture, the entire shopping experience was like walking on porcupines who had a foot fetish, or like a modern practice of Chinese feet binding. It really, really hurt. After some hours of shopping, Lisa and I were limping like whores who've had one too many customers. How's that for a visual?

Afterwards, we met up with the rest of the girls for the film '21'. Can I just say, without any hint of personal bias, that it is the FUCKING BEST MOVIE IN THE FUCKING WORLD!!!! IT IS ABSOLUTE PERFECTION!!!

(Again, I stress that there is no personal bias within that statement. None whatsoever).

Although there are failings within the plot such as impossible coincidences and banal cliches, I'd rank it as one of the top 10 films I've ever seen. Having said that, I strongly urge you head out to the cinemas to watch it, or, if you're completely strapped for cash, illegally download it (go on, cheat the system!). And I shall stop there because this is starting to sound like an English essay and I'm scaring myself.

We also dined at Sicilian (click) at Parramatta for the first time that evening. There was a bit of a mix up with the booking because Khanh the noob booked it under my name (God knows why!). It took us an awkward ten minutes of trying to find Khanh's name on the bookings list when it finally occurred to us that it was under my name. So yes, brilliant start to the night LOL.

Following that, there was a lot of action in the dark - nothing I can recall very well, as you can probably tell. I know it sounds suspiciously naughty, but I assure you that no one was groped or caressed inappropriately (apart from when Khanh grabbed my boobs for a photo and when we were posing in front of an adult book shop).

Again, nothing naughty at all.

Now enjoy the next sixty or so pictures while I go make myself a Milo.

We traveled in one of those oldschool trains to Parramatta that smelt of dirty carpet and dust. Sexy.

Time capsule or what? Tacky green seats circa 500BC.

In Target changerooms where our loud giggles were a dead giveaway.

Me and Sylvia (and Lisa stripping in the mirror haha).

Me and Lisa (and Sylvia's bumcheek).

HAHAHA. Bunch of drunk arses.

Does this nauseate you?

Taking a dump.

At Sicilian

If I were to critique Sicilian, I'd say the food wasn't too outstanding nor too shabby. Just like any other Italian restaurant, I reckon (except with cuter waiters... hahaha).

Waiting for our food.

Angry Khanh wants her meal NOW!

Keeshia and AeNa. How adorable haha.

Natsack and Lisa Pizza.

My massive crumbed chicken that I couldn't finish!

AeNa's woodfire pizza.

Sylvia's Lasagne Verde.

Nat's prawn fettuccini pasta.

Lisa's creamy chicken pasta.

My chocolate mousse that cost me an arm and a leg.

But it tasted divineee.

To Khanh's disappointment, there was nothing to grab onto. HAHA.

We love our food.

We really love our food.

(Look how massive my plate was!)

My gorgeous babies and us trying to chime in.

Nyaw, Khanh looks adorable here LOL.

I captured her first! Buahaha!

And from hereafter, I can't remember what we did throughout the night. I'll let the photos do the talking...

ROFL "Couples welcome." Tell your lovers!

AeNa is Striperella.

Nat says, "You push my button." HAHAH.

Notice the guy behind us? Neither did we.

Having fun at the park.

A lot of fun.

I don't know either... HAHA.

Khanh laughing at me 'cos I stacked it HAHAHA. Bitch.

Pimp my ride.

AeNa's my ride to school every morning.

Familiar face?

Sylvia the hobo.

BAHAHA. Funniest photo ever.

With Natsack.

"Fiftieth Gate" LOL.

With AeNa.

And then we went our separate ways to get to Khanh's place. The unlucky ones (Khanh, Sylvia and I) had to take the train while the others rode in Nat's car. Grrr, we waited a good 20minutes for our train! Not happy Jan.

Aww... I love this photo.

Still taking photos!

Loner at the station lol.

And finally, at 10PM, we arrived at Khanh's place where we played card games until 11 (the movie '21' inspired us HAHAHA).

Bloody Mary.

Taking the game very seriously as you can see...

I think I was the only one who took it seriously HAHAHA.

Love for the bench girls!

And that was my night in a nutshell.

Commenting has been turned on again, so go for gold!!

Tall Jan is Malicious

2008-06-01T18:10:00.004+10:00

If only I got a dollar for every time I broke the Holy Pinky Promise...

Pardonnez moi for my absence for the millionth time. I know I said that I'd blog about Khanh's birthday some days ago, but I'm still in the unexciting process of receiving photos from everyone. Thankfully, I'm an extremely patient person (I once had to wait for my mum to pick me up from school for two and a half hours. In that waiting period, I walked the entire school twenty two times. True story).

Anyway, praise the Lord it is the weekend! And... it decides to piss down. How lovely, how bloody lovely. I'm so thoroughly impressed at how the weather does a good job at keeping me in. Which, I suppose, works to my advantage as I would then have to revise. Which I do need to do for my upcoming trials. Quite badly.

I've left you with a small number of photos that were taken at Tuyet's 17th birthday last night (where I had so much fun. Oh, and AeNa snapped her heel). I was jumping up and down like a clown that I could have been in an Akon video. Being smacked. All on the floor. 'Til I got sore. Oh wo-oahhh.

Sorry again for the state that my entries have been in lately. I know they've been 'disorderly' in the sense that they aren't chronological and that I'm blogging in dribs and drabs (which annoys me to no end), but I'm trying to tame the beast that is my blog.

I should stop apologising.

Anyway... 'till next year.

(Hahaha I'm kidding.)

(Though at this rate, blogging on a yearly basis would seem believable.)

(Someone should sue me for the incorrect use of these parentheses.)

(I bet grammar Nazis are fuming with anger right now.)

Not Neglected.

2008-05-29T17:39:00.004+10:00

Just dropping by to let you know that I haven't forgotten about this place. Almost, but not quite.

Quite an irrelevant piece of information, but I visited my school counselor for the first time today, though a violent domestic life wasn't exactly the reason for my visit...

It was actually because I didn't want to sit for my ancient history exam. LOLOL.

So to avoid the exam (that we, needless to say, did not study for), Sylvia and I decided to book a counseling session. I was trying extremely hard not to burst out laughing in front of the counselor because I had to make up scenarios that were worth discussing about. You see, I don't have any substantial problems at school or at home, so I was bullshitting throughout the entire session.

"So what's bothering you, girls?"
"Our parents are putting pressure on us because they aren't satisfied with our
reports..." (bear in mind that my parents haven't even seen my report yet. HAHAHA)
"And how do you cope with this pressure? What are your sources of relaxation?"
"Well I take showers. That's relaxing." Sylvia laughs out loud at my answer.

Other quotes that have made me piss myself laughing:

Lang: I wouldn't mind being a counselor at a private school. People are so fucked up there.
"So what's wrong, Alistair?"
"Father won't give me money for these Prada loafers I dearly want. I have this urge to run away from home."
Jen: AhAhahAHHAha.

Jen: Twelve dollars?! TWELVE DOLLARS?! When did a cab fair to Fairfield cost the same as a family car?!
Trish: ... in 1902? You don't buy much, do you?

Michael: Hurry up, you lag more than Vista!

Christopher: Michael, are you religious?
Michael: When I'm in Church, yes.

Jen: Look look! I haven't shaved my legs in two months! (rolls up pants)
Stephen: Put the beast away! Put the beast away!
Jen: Do you still find me sexy?
Stephen: No.
Jen: Shame.

I've got so much to say and too little time to put it into comprehensible words. I absolutely double pinky promise that I'll be back tomorrow to blog about Khanh's birthday that took place on Saturday (as well as flood you with well over 60 photos. I shit you not).

I've just been caught up with school, but I'll be free soon!

My darlings

Internet CPR

2008-05-23T19:52:00.006+10:00

Just to get housekeeping out of the way...

Happy 17th birthday to my baby Khanh!! Aww... darling, I hope today was really special for you. I'd reply to your message but I've already wasted all of my credit on you last night (lol, I tried to be the first to wish her a happy birthday at exactly midnight, but apparently I was a minute too early. DARN IT!!). I hope you appreciate my drawings of penises and lopsided breasts that took forever to perfect! I just know it'll tickle your fancy. Hahaha.

And so as I settle down for a quick meal of toast on a Friday evening, I bring to you yet another pointless entry surrounding my life. I don't hold one of those 'satisfaction guaranteed or your money back!' slogans, so don't take me to court if I fail to entertain. Just take me to your bedroom. Oh, quick! Write that one down. Might come in handy when in clubs.

Amongst other things, I've been eBay shopping. I can see how people get so addicted to eBay; it's like a competition to see who doesn't fail at life. HAHAHA. I was quite gutted last week, though. I had placed a bid on a 60's styled dress within 5 minutes of the bid closing, and then some damned woman outbid me by two dollars. Two fucking measly dollars!

(Madam, I will find you. And when I find you, you will mysteriously disappear.)

Following that incident, I've been holding this belief that the almighty eBay gods are out to get me. They just don't want to see me happy.

But apart from that little upset, life's been fabulous.

What I don't find fabulous, however, is High School Musical (you might want to cover your ears, kidlets and Sylvia. The next few sentences may displease you). What a crime to cinematic film, seriously. I'm sorry, but I don't want to watch a show about high school kids who randomly burst into song. Who writes this shit? Why couldn't they just stick to Disney classics like Snow White, add a pinch of black humour, and produce something a cut above? "Snow White... Who Was Once Snow Black... The Story of Michael Jackson Told Through The Medium of Disney." See? That would be much better.

Sorry, that was quite inappropriate. You can tell I'm in dire need of sleep and some duct tape to go across my mouth.

Anyway, thought I'd post up a small selection of the photos from my camera today. I've yet to receive the rest of the photos from Lisa and Khanh, so you'll have to wait till next time (I'd like to imagine everyone groaning with displeasure at the sound of this, though I'm not totally convinced anybody gives a donkey's shit about what I post up).

My daily dose of chocolate milk (seriously, I buy one every day).

The bench girls - minus Khanh, plus Kathy.

Kitty Kat Kathy, Nutella, #1 Phan, Narcissist, Jenni Bean,
sin G/cos G (for the real nerds only!), but we're missing Miss Guided!

Nat has back pains HAHA.

Who on earth is this manly chick?!

Bahahahaah!! I won't post up the actual photo.

The crazy bitch thinks she's Tarzan hahahaha.

I'm currently giving CPR to my Internet. It's slowly dying due to my brother who is hogging the cable, leaving me with a download rate of 7KB/s. Yeah, the generosity is too much to bear. Even though I'm giving it CPR, I'm drawing the line at mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. That's something only true computer nerds can do with ease. I am not comfortable with that kind of interaction just yet.

Provided that my Internet does a Jesus on me and comes back to life, I'll return during the weekends to post up the rest of the photos from today and from Khanh's party that's being held tomorrow (cannot bloody wait! What to wear? What to wear?!).

7KB/s. Defeats the whole purpose of cable, really.

Post-High School Woes

2008-05-17T20:14:00.007+10:00

B. Medical Science at USYD then transfer to Medicine...
or
B. Medicine at UWS?

This is rather irrelevant to everybody, but it's been troubling me all night. There's an extensive list of pros and cons that come with pursuing each option, and I'm finding it particularly difficult to reach a decision.

If anybody's well-acquainted in the field of post-high school study, do comment and share your thoughts (I will then explain my circumstances and justify in response). It might help clarify a few things for me, and I'd appreciate that to no end. :)

P.S. ~~Proper blog entry coming tomorrow, pinky promise. I've just been occupied with this university rubbish.~~

Edit: And I'm still occupied with this university rubbish. Sorry guys for breaching the vow that is the Holy Pinky Promise. I will repent in shame later on.

I'm currently scrolling through all the undergraduate courses offered by major universities, hoping to come across something that would mildly interest me (I need a Plan B incase the initial plan of pursuing Medicine fails).

I'm afraid I've found nothing of interest just yet, but I've considered a wide range of courses.

Possible courses are as follows:

Bachelor of Medical Science: Initially considered. What I failed to consider, however, is my lack of discipline and maturity within the laboratory. i.e. The fact that Jackie and I would parade around the lab in our lab coats, gas masks and gloves when we're merely performing titration experiments.

Bachelor of Laws: Will never consider being a lawyer. Am terrified of Judge Judy. 'Nuff said.

Bachelor of World Dictatorship: This sounds like fun. Not many positions available though. Also, I don't have a moustache. I suppose I could follow the footsteps of Hitler and buy one, but I don't think it'd be very convincing.

Bachelor of Wizardry: I am not very punctual, hence will never make it on time to Platform nine and three quarters. Also, household dustpan will not suffice as a flying broomstick.

Okay, now I'm just being silly.

Costume Predicament

2008-05-13T16:45:00.003+10:00

The apocalypse is nigh!! Spontaneous earthquakes will shake the earth! Tremendous tidal waves will wipe us all out!!!

We are all doomed, I says!!!

... because I don't know what to dress up as for Multicultural Day.

(Yes, I do like to dramatise things a little.)

This day only comes once every two years and, considering this will be my last ever Multicultural Day, I have to make the most of it... by dressing up. Don't be ridiculous, of course it's logical!!!

I was thinking of either going Egyptian or Roman (a little conventional, but it's still a classic). Will be making the costumes myself because I'm such an artsy fartsy person with too much time on my hands (and presently not enough money to purchase readymade costumes HAHA).

I googled around for some costumes that I considered 'achievable' and was satisfied with the following:

Most likely will be opting for the Egyptian costume. It's fucking ace.

Cannot bloody wait until I get myself into a toga, force people to feed me grapes and whip students to transport me across the Nile.

What say you?

I Love the Weekends.

2008-05-10T21:38:00.013+10:00

What did I tell you? I said I'd be back in a very slow wink, didn't I? If I'm honest, I'm really disinclined to blog at the moment. I'm curling up with a steaming mug of hot chocolate as I write this, which really does spoil my weekend. It's a Saturday evening which is my favourite feeling. Knowing that I can sleep in tomorrow morning is something quite special. I adore it.

For some unbeknown reason, I'm online at an unsociable hour (it is 10PM and I should be watching TV) to bring to you another entry full of worthless crap. Nevertheless, it's probably worthless crap that you can't find elsewhere, because if you try to find someone sillier than I, it just won't happen. You will fail.

Hm, I vaguely remember having something mildly amusing to say, but it's kind of drifted out of my head into the great mass that is my hair, and then outwards into hyperspace somewhere. How disappointing, it was rather good. Oh well, when it comes back to me, I'll let you know.

Lol, I'd be such a crap standup comedian. I'd be standing there for all of an hour trying to remember the punchline to my joke, and then a tumbleweed would roll past and the audience would all hurl their drinks and chairs at me.

"What do you call a lesbian crossed with a chicken? Oh, wait, I can't quite remember. Wait, I know this one. It's on the tip of my tongue, trust me. Just give me a second... I SWEAR I REMEMBER THIS ONE!!!"

Guess you can cross comedian off my future careers list lol.

Oh, that's right! Today's entry was supposed to be a bitchy one, wasn't it? Shame I'm not so buggered about it anymore. Yeah, I'm pretty hopeless at holding grudges; I just can't talk myself into hating someone for such a long period of time. Hate is not my mate. HAHAHA That sounded like something Supre would have imprinted on their range of T-shirts. Disgusting.

Anyway, the catalyst for my anger was something quite petty, but you know what happens when stuff culminates. Imagine heating mouldy bread in the microwave until it bursts, showering the inside with green substance. That is exactly how I felt. Like a bit of mouldy bread in a microwave.

"So how are you today, Jenchu?"
"Oh you know, like mouldy bread in a microwave."
"Mm, I hate that."

Basically, someone said something rather irrelevant and uncalled-for, which ultimately came back to me. And then I later found out that my Year Advisor read my blog, which made me more mad than I was initially. Imagine that: a teacher at your school reading your blog. I thought it was an act only Michael Jackson himself would commit. I guess not, eh?

At length, I felt as though confrontation would only be a hindrance to the solution, so I figured I'd just turn the other cheek to the situation. It was the only mature thing to do. I would honestly love to throw a few insults in her way (and some hand grenades for good measure), but at the end of the day, I'd be getting riled up over someone unworthy of my time. And well, you know, "she's my friend" and all.

I really don't want to end this entry on a sour note, so here are the photos from Hot Pot Night that were supposed to be posted up last week.

Yeah, I'm a little behind as far as blogging goes. Give me a good spanking to send me on my way, yeah?

Can't get more Asian than this!

No one appreciated the effort I put into the prawn decoration. Look! It's even arranged into a neat little heart! DID ANYBODY REALISE?! Did anybody say "Wow Jenchu. I think you have some hidden prawn-decorating talent here."?! NO!! NOBODY SAID THAT!!

Michael has naturally curled eyelashes. I hate him.

Mmm... extreme tongue action.

I'm converting him into a typical Asian. And winning.

You can tell Sylvia was about to burst out laughing HAHA.

Don't know why I'm laughing. It's not a laughing matter HAHA. There I go again.

We're so classy aren't we?

Our reactions when Emily slapped Jonno. Harsh, Emily!

"Come here, Kevin. Let's take a picture."

"Awww... isn't he adorable?"

My face of disgust once the photo was over. HAHA Kidding, I love little Kevin.

See? It's love.

It's definitely love.

STOP THE PAPARAZZI!

Jonno caught in an awkward photo.

And then I got an SMS.

Which made me smile, apparently.

Thanks COT for the great company that night. You all know who you are! Virtual hugs for all of you.

Hm, I've decided that I need to splash some cash on a new pair of decent jeans. The pairs I already own are getting a little stale and worn out. But it's so hard to find a pair that fit me right. They're either too short, too long, too arse-hugging, too droopy around the arse area, or they embarrassingly ride up my crack (not a pretty sight, let me tell you that).

And so the hunt for the perfect pair of jeans begins!!

The remainder of my purchases:

Check bomber jacket from Mum.

The Miu Miu bag I mentioned previously. It is perfection!

Mary-Jane style wedges.

Faux leather jacket half price for $40, and a $2 Fiorelli bag from the Salvo's! I genuinely love that store!

Oh, and get a load of this! Two pair of high-waisted shorts for...

... $20!!!!!

Thanks a bunch, Trish, for throwing in a second pair absolutely free! I love you, I love you! I had a heap of fun with you on Thursday night playing the 'Would You Do Him for $5?' game. Gets me every time!! HAHAHA.

Gifts For Mum

Gift pack from her favourite store, The Body Shop.

White Musk is her favourite scent.

Sportsgirl knit shawl (that I personally want! Sharing is an act of caring, hehe).

Yes, I am well aware that I am a chronic spender. At this rate, I reckon I could solve world poverty with the money I spend on clothes lol. Can't imagine what it'd be like if my dad hooked me up with a key card!! THANK GOD HE CHOSE NOT TO!!!

Mother's Day is tomorrow and I am most definitely looking forward to the family dinner (not so much the outing though, because my brother and I are expected to fund for all of my mum's expenses. Lord help us both. I only have a measly $20 note sitting in my wallet!).

And now I shall go to bed. I want to curl up and snore loudly and obnoxiously to prove how tired I am. And I will.

Have a great day with your mums tomorrow.

I Am Alive.

2008-05-04T11:45:00.005+10:00

*Insert generic excuse here*

Updates Monday evening, pinky promise.

Yeah... I've been rather naughty, haven't I?

No updates, no new entry, nothing. I guess this new entry was sort of legendary... like aliens, Big Foot, and Britney Spear's underwear in the sense that we know it could be there, we just have no means of finding it yet.

I know I've neglected this blog as far as updates go, but I've slapped myself across the wrist for it. Things just came up - you know, as they do - and life sucked, and then ice cream was eaten, and then life resumed pleasantly. I still laugh like a hyena having an orgasm and I still dance like George Michael circa 'Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go', which are both indications that I am A-okay.

So anyway, what's new?

Nothing except that I am so amazingly knackered at the moment!!!

I feel as though my flame is slowly dying out because of school, which isn't very promising when you're in your final year. If only this could have happened when I was in year 7 when the only things that mattered were title pages and quizzes on basic algebra. I remember almost sobbing over my first maths exam when I achieved a dismal mark of 12 out of 20. That was it. I was a failure. It was the end of the world for me. My parents would disown me and I would be ostracised from Cabramatta (HAHAHA). But the stakes are so much higher now, as with the pressure, and that does not rock my socks.

Oh, by the way, we've finally received our half-yearly exam results. Mine were fairly good (if I do say so myself), considering I am the Crammer Extraordinaire. But if such marks were achieved in the HSC, let's just say that I'd really be disowned by my parents LOL. I won't disclose my exact results, but I can assert that my marks varied from low band 6's (I love you English and Ancient History) down to mid band 4's (FUCK YOU MATHS AND BIOLOGY!!). What can I say? You win some, you lose some.

I'd say sitting for the English exam was the biggest bitch of them all. It was rather hard to be in a deep, focused state for the essay section when all I wanted was for Shakespeare to kiss my arse. Not that I would particularly like him to, because A) he is a little bit dead, and B) he's not really my type. He's too into his tragedies (Othello, anyone?) and well... I'm just not feeling it. Shakespeare baby, maybe if you were slightly less dead and a little more sober (apparently he was drunk when he wrote his plays), I'd consider. But right now, it's just not going to work.

God, I'm so delusional when I'm half asleep.

Anyway, I'm sitting here with a packet of Kettle Chips to my left. 'Hand cooked, nothing artificial'. They're screaming to be eaten. The bitches. But I shall resist, not because I'm on a diet (can you imagine?!) but because I've already brushed my teeth for tonight. Right now, I'm stuck between resisting food and starving as a consequence just so I don't have to rebrush my teeth, and satisfying my hunger but brushing my teeth again. Sigh. Sometimes I think life is just out to get me.

Speaking of Kettle Chips, which relates to my health, which indirectly relates to the Cross Country, here are some photos from that event. It's pretty sad knowing that this would be our final Cross Country run ever. Never thought I'd actually miss ~~running jogging walking~~ - FINE! - crawling 3km with my friends in an attempt to maintain our health...

HAHAHA. Who am I kidding? I won't miss the Cross Country at all. Each year it proved too much for my declining fitness. Oh well. Too much McFat for me.

Ve are mighty foine, babeh! Zon't you sink zo?

I had the sniffles. (BTW Lisa, you look like that My Lay girl here!)

Guy on guy. Nice.

Sylvia, me and my stick. Haha.

You keep telling yourself you're cool, Kevin. You keep telling yourself that. LOL.

Taaww...

I promised I wouldn't post his face up onto the Internet. I'll stick to my promise. :P

BAHAHAHA. Vincent and his 'LOL' face.

Lagging behind the rest of the runners. Damn you, fit people!

With our English teacher.

That's all for this session. There are still a chunk of photos I still need to upload and blog about, so I'll save that for the upcoming entry.

I'll be back in a wink. A very, very slow wink. A wink that may take up to a week. Or two.

P.S. My mum's good friend recently just returned from London and she came back with a Miu Miu bag for me! We all know how crazy expensive they are, so the authenticity of the bag is questionable. But, hey, it's from London so who's to say? I love it nonetheless. Thanks a tonne (if by chance you are reading this... though I highly doubt that).

P.P.S. I need to take the piss out of someone, but I will endeavour to do so in the next entry. GRRR! A lot to bitch about, believe me!

Sane Again.

2008-04-30T19:03:00.012+10:00

It's perfectly safe to say that I am well and truly back on track. This past week has seen the dissolving of my sanity due to stress and more of life's bullshit. I was certainly not kidding when I said that I was an emotional wreck, and Trish will second that. She first-handedly witnessed me crumble in a heap of giggles which supposedly sounded like "a hyena having multiple orgasms, and then dying, and then reviving again, and then having more orgasms." I appreciate the lovely imagery, Trish. HAHAHA.

So yes, I've been pretty fucking distraught. I even had to resort to watching episodes of Dr. Phil on YouTube in a hope of reviving my sanity. Dr. Phil, you are Jesus to me (but let that be a secret. I don't want it to ruin my 'Big Girls Don't Cry' pretense).

Anyway, I just thought I'd thank everyone for their two cents and opinions on the dress that I blogged about some days ago. I didn't expect such a great response (fifty comments really blew my hat off), so thank you to everyone. I quite fancy opinionated blog readers - almost as much as I do Dr. Phil.

Almost.

Mind you, I'd still like to own the dress, but I have set aside the desire to promptly purchase it since most of you have talked some sense into me. This is good. I need more guardians in my life.

By the way, has anyone noticed the new image on the Australian Google homepage?

I don't quite get it, and I'll be the first to admit it.

Usually they'd design the image to cleverly correlate with an event or something universally phenomenal (like global warming), but this time round, I'm really quite clueless. Either I'm missing something or the designers for Google have been smoking pot.

Before I even delve into what event the image might be associated with, I'd like to know what the flying heck is on my screen. At first I thought they were metallic maracas, and then I supposed they were chrome-plated sex toys (who knows?), but now I'm just bloody baffled.

What the heck are those?!

Please, if you have any clue (because I certainly don't), or if you are a Google representative who happened to be reading the blog of a confused teenager, CLARIFY FOR ME AND THE OTHER CONFUSED AUSTRALIANS! We want answers and an assurance that, no, they are not sex toys. I'll be able to sleep better tonight if you provide some clarification. Thanks, mate.

In alternative news, I've been shopping (no surprise there) and, as a result, have been able to replenish my wardrobe with more winter-orientated clothes. I have assured myself that this is good (quite arguable, though, as irresponsible shopping is never 'good' as such).

I barely have ready-to-wear winter woolies in my closet, so I practically freeze to death during the cold season. And I'm pretty certain that everybody is sick to death of me complaining about being cold when all I have on is a cardigan the thickness of tissue paper lol. Well, you know what? I will freeze no more as I have been stocking up on winter knits, woolen jackets and berets that serve no practical purpose other than as fashion accessories (let's face it, they don't even keep my head warm).

Best bargain buy would have to be the fully tabouli wooly (pro rapper in the making) cardigan for only $30 from TEMT. Seriously, if you've got your eyes peeled for a chunky knit cardigan worth your dollar, it has got to be this one. Quality isn't so bad for the price, either. Let's just say I'm a happy camper and we'll leave it at that.

'Irresponsible shopping' will definitely be imprinted on my tombstone under 'cause of death'. And if by chance that is not what ends up killing me, then it's my mother who will no doubt hound me for spending so liberally LOL. She almost sent me packing when she saw all the shopping bags sprawled across my bedroom floor. And now I see why because, good heavens, I just realised that the following items add up to exactly $200. I could have purchased my dress with that!!! But in all honesty, I'd rather have all these items in my closet rather than the one dress. No?

I'll save the winter knits for next entry when I have more pictures of purchases to flood you with. So just make do with these.

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Not bad for $200 though, right? I barely ever purchase individual items over $50 (apart from jackets and jeans) unless they absolutely tug at my heart strings. I'm a pretty wise shopper as far as pricing goes, just not in regards to the frequency of shopping LOL. You have to agree.

This is of no relevance to anybody, but my brother has caught a cold and I bet my life on it that I'll catch it soon. You can't escape contagion, you really can't. But apart from that, I guess all is well in the Chu residence. That sounded so gay HAHA.

The school Cross Country took place today and for once, I didn't come last. Hahahaha. That's because Sylvia and I cheated and only ran half of the course before turning back and racing to the finish line. Aren't we clever? HAHAHA. It was a pretty fun day.

Here's a photo from my camera.

I painted their mobile numbers onto their arms, so I had to pixelate it out.

I'll pop by some time this week to upload photos from today, my outing with zee boyfriend, and other random photos that I don't recall taking (gosh, alcohol is so detrimental to my memory. HAHAHA I'm kidding...).

Holidays are Hollow Days.

2008-04-28T16:04:00.004+10:00

With every closure of the holidays, it's always disheartening when you realise what little you've done throughout it. Sure, I went to Italy which was one heffer of an opportunity, but other than that, I've barely carried out the things that I've had my heart set on since the holidays have commenced.

It's hit me hard like a speeding locomotive that, in the last couple weeks, I've barely done anything of genuine value other than sleep in and come home and vegetate. I've barely lived, and I think that's what saddens me most.

I've hardly seen my favourite people these holidays (with the exception of Andrew whom my holidays practically revolved around). Clashing schedules and general impediments meant that I've had to put outings with my friends on hold, something that I've always found unpleasant. I've done nothing productive other than engage in some shopping or eat out. It's all I ever do, and it makes me question whether it's all I ever will do.

It's the last day of the holidays and I don't even have the time for a breather. I've had no time to catch up on correspondence, to attend to all the tiny things that govern my life - no time for anything that would extend myself as a person. Irony is cruel sometimes.

In retrospect, it seems as though the holidays are a period where you adjust, really, where you go from having more time than you knew what to do with, to having no time at all for anything. And I suppose I'm still in that slow process of adjusting.

Whoever coined the idea that there are no holidays in your final year at high school - mate, I agree with you 110%. You are the insightful genius whom I would love to father my babies.

Gah! I'm such a wreck today. Sort of like the sunken Titanic, just in human form. Except I hit an iceberg on the figurative level. And no one died on me. Yeah.

I'm in need of consolation. Chocolate tastes better when you're an emo. HAHA.

Postscript:
And I just drowned the entire human population in my teenage angst. The apocalpyse came early HAHA. In a way, I'm sort of relieved that school begins tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be my final chance at regaining some clarity and my sanity.

My English Ext. 2 major work draft is due on Wednesday and I haven't even touched it. I don't even know what my major work will delve into anymore... the idea of Globalisation can go dig it's own grave and bury itself. I figure it's too common and markers will probably just scorn at my incorporated themes.

Plus, I've just come to realise that my intended storyline parallels to too high a degree with that of The Nanny Diaries. I was watching the movie on the plane on the way to Italy and thought, "Wow, good storyline. Wait, WTF. That's basically my storyline for my major work!!!! WTF NO NO NO!!!" Too coincidental, or maybe too cliche. Either way, it's back to the drawing board for me.

As you can see, comments for this entry will not be accepted. Email me if you must, and if you're emailing with the provision of storyline ideas, that would be of great aid!!!

I'll blog a happier entry that you're much more accustomed to when I return from my big, long cry. NOT. Big Girls Don't Cry. They write emotional entries HAHA.

Yay or Nay?

2008-04-26T20:38:00.009+10:00

Yay: 20
Nay: 15
Yaynay: 4

You know that feeling when you come across something so inexplicably perfect that you're absolutely lost for words? Well, that just happened to me when I laid my eyes on this particular dress. I don't know why, but I am sooooo drawn into it. I'm considering wearing this to the Year 12 formal (once I get past its $200 price tag!!).

But before I decide to act on impulse and give myself the green light to purchase this dress, I'd like to know what the populace thinks.

Yay or nay, guys?

I'll provide a little justification incase you're all puking behind your screens LOL.

PROS

Simple and elegant. I never intended on wearing some extravagant Cinderella dress to begin with, so the modesty of this dress makes my nose bleed.
It seems low maintenance (though I could be wrong). The last thing I'd want to happen is flash my nipples to the world HAHA.

Subtle neutral colours. I don't want my dress to seem too 'loud' on the night, if you know what I mean.

Versatile. Could easily wear this to any other occasion, dressed up or down.

100% silk apparently. Not that I give a shit, honestly. As long as the dress fits!

CONS

Price ($200). It'll be a bitch saving up for it when I don't even have a job, and I'd hate to get my parents to fork out the money for me for this occasion.

Not sure whether I could pull this dress off (not literally). Lacking in the titties department is troublesome, y'know? HAHA.

And ermm... that's about it, really.

Quicksticks! Cast your votes. I'll take your opinions into consideration, but that does not necessarily mean that I'll act on them.

Thanks a million!