i vote russell brand as president!

don't worry, i'm just kidding. and even if i put that vote forward, i seriously doubt it will get very far. the serious and older generations would all vote for some boring, bushy-browed, grey-haired politician instead. that is the sadness of life. on the other hand, here's the brightside! ITS HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!! so i have been running free and wild :) what have i been up to, you ask? well...

nicoletta fetta face came over for a mega sleepover. went to see HARRY POTTER & THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE!!!!!! it was awesomeeeeeeeeee. we went on the first day of the movie's release like true hardcore, diehard HP fans. unlike some peeps. spent the whole night watching heaps of mad movies: He's just not that into you, Thirteen and Slumdog Millionaire, Forgetting Sarah Marshall. He's just that into you was okay, but I'm just either really good at guessing whats gonna happen or that movie was way too predictable. c'mon... we all knew that BEN was gonna cheat with Scarlett Johannson (ANNA). and the thing with ALEX, honestly i could see that he was gonna fall for GIGI. btw GIGI is unbelievably girly-stupid and thankgod she got matched with someone blunt and insensitive like ALEX. the only thing holding me back from shooting the screen everytime GIGI did something unbelievably completely inevitably STUPID was the fact that i would break my laptop and get into craploads of trouble.

thirteen was CRAP. CRAPPITY CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAPPO. Slumdog Millionaire was interesting. the Jai Ho dancing was bloody hilarious!!!!! Jamal is really unemotional though which is weird.. cos usually the faces of tortured people are contorted in pain and they're yelling "I BEG YOU FOR MERCY!!!" but Jamal is like like... expressionless... wtf, i know. last but not least... 'Forgetting Sarah Marshall'. FAR OUT RUSSELL BRAND should be the star of the movie not that sad loser who was Sarah's ex (even though he wrote a really mad puppet opera about Dracula). Russell Brand is bloody hilarious. gotta love his accent!!!!! he has a rather strange obsession with wearing short shorts though. hmm..

p.s. found this hilarious website. love the humour they use although it's american. *gasp* i know, i know... but you've gotta give it to them, they sure know how to kill time when your bored. heres the link, folks: http://www.cracked.com/

ta.

VIVE LES VACANCES!

*does celebration dance*
why it seems to be the holidays. yes, the beloved and cherished breaks between terms of so-called 'school'. its very refreshing sleeping at midnight and waking up 10 hours or more later :D i usually only get 8 or so hours of sleep when schools on. sometimes not even, if i've got some crappo co-curricular or project/assignment going on.so lets refill y'all on the lovely things i've been up to ever since the holidays have begun (the tenessee thang with y'all is really catchy, i blame the hannah montana movie) :

day 1) SATURDAY- ahhh fabby day. met up with a good ol' pally of mine, the loch ness monster. funnily people don't call her that. she goes by the name of vanessa to normal people. so we spent some time at my home-sweet-home 'chillaxing' before heading off to chinatown for some yum cha. then... it was finally time to HIT THE SHOPS!!!! cos it was too cold and rainy-ish for luna park :( didn't get that much, just some nail polish and a new bracelet. BUT BUT BUT... we got some awesome balloon hats from the asian clownman busking on pitt street. sad farewell at the end of the day, but all is ok, will prolly be seeing her again sometime this week. sorry for the super blurry pic btw. 

day 2) SUNDAY- really long sleep in before getting rudely awakened by my mother screeching at me - marvelous just what every girl wants on a sunny sunday morning. ate at some LAO place. then headed to my old hometown of hurzy. ended up catching a movie at westfields. would've been good if only the movie wasnt HANNAH MONTANA. it wasnt that bad at the end. BUT, did anyone else notice how retarded travis's voice was? and the plot didn't add up in the end. considering that it's a tween disney movie, its good by standards.

day 3) MONDAY- dad insisted on me joining in with the two brats in their ice skating lessons. these damn things go on for a whole week. whippee!!!! joy!!! i was soooo not looking forward to it. but it turned out to be really fun. and i'm proud to say i didn't fall over even ONCE. but heaps of other peeps did, gave me a real laugh. but dw i'm not that slack, i made sure they couldnt see that i was laughing my head off. 

today- TUESDAY: went ice skating again, except brought other peeps along which made it better then yesterday. biggest laugh of the day: a teenaged wog guy who was fully like "OH IM SOOO PRO, ice skating is EEEASSYYYYYY...." totally failed at skating. he ended up smashing the floor heaps of times. his mummy had to end up borrowing elbow pads, knee pads and a kiddy helmet for him. his whole gang of homies were howling like hyenas. pfft... even a old asian granny laughed at him. 

so my loyal (i hope) blog-followers... there it is. my holidays so far. la di da daaaaaa..... :) 

honestly, what am I?

okey dokey... i'm assuming everybody has had the whole argument with their mum over their amount of girly-ness. if your vietnamese, thats a definite yes already. well its the usual thing, your mum either annoyingly accuses you of being a total tomboy or tells you off for being such a girly-girl. however my friends, it seems that i have been wrongly accused of being BOTH at the same time. how does that work? don't ask me, honestly... how should i know how the minds of mums work?

there is an obvious distinction between a girly-girl and a tomboy. but for those who are a tad weary and forgetful, i'm being kind enough to give you a recap:

girly-girl: loves to wear make-up either everyday or every chance they get, wears perfume (usually has a 'custom' scent), visits a beauty salon to get hair and nails done, listens to pop music or a particular band/artist that features songs frequently based around love, ADORES LOVES and basically BREATHES the colour PINK etc.

tomboy: likes playing sport and plays just as well or even *gasp* better then guys their age, unafraid of getting clothes dirty for a bit of fun, jokes around a lot, unafraid of creepy crawlies, plays rough, hates make-up, would never be caught dead in a skirt or dress etc.

i can say that i'm a mixture of both. i dont scream if i see creepy crawlies, i actually dont mind getting my jeans dirty but i wear skirts and dresses too. i play sport. who doesnt like dressing up sometimes? every girl wants to get compliments every once in a while. so i'm going to wear this badge proudly even though my mumma doesnt like it. but what can i say? i am me and thats all i'll ever be. hey that rhymes! ahh... such a poet i'm turning out to be :) 

a tribute to michael jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009)

today is a sad, sad day for not only the entire music industry but practically the whole world as the 'king of pop' passed away from a cardiac arrest. as i type, millions of other fans are finding a way to pay their final respects and farewells to MJ. there's been a lot of controversy lately about michael jackson thats lead to the media giving him a nickname of 'wacko jacko'. he has been doing it tough for a while, both his reputation and feelings torn by accusations of child abuse and a downfall in fans by his transformation (relying greatly on plastic surgery).

they were denied to be true, they were agreed to be true, some rumours even went through court to be depicted as truth or lies. yet there are some that still lay out there forever to be unconfirmed. what makes the heartbreak about a million times worse for fans out there is that the king of pop's tribute concerts were coming up in july, a mere month away. fans have had their tickets for months, i bet some even excitedly counting down the days until it was finally the day of the concert. 

he was only fifty years old. he had family. he had friends. to all those haters out there, spare some mercy will you? it would be greatly appreciated if you kept any nasty comments or thoughts to yourself. rest in peace, jacko. 

I'm not going to spend
My life being a color
Don't tell me you agree with me
When I saw you kicking dirt in my eye
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white.

- Michael Joseph Jackson

i have goosebumps. but im not allowed to wear a jacket.

i am stuck at home coughing and wheezing. it is the time of the year where the flu bug comes around spreading it's nasty disease to all sorts of people from the 100-year-old granny to the little one eating ice cream. unfortunately it seems to have bitten me :( but i'm getting better, which is good. i still have to wear short clothes even though i'm freezing my arse off just so the fever won't worsen. whatever made fever, i curse you. 

blehhh..... 

p.s. don't you worry your poor little heads, i'm not that sick. just thought it was a cute picture. 

feeling your heart beating, and i'm wondering what your dreaming..

nope... not another love sick teenaged girls picking up random romantic quotes and putting them up to express her 'passion'. its just that these days my blog titles seem to vary more on the music that i'm listening to rather then relate to what topic i'm blabbing on about. btw, that lyric is from 'I don't want to miss a thing' by the band, Aerosmith. 

although that is a love song, love is the furthest thing to what i'm going to talk about... and after the day that i've had, probably the last thing i even want to think about. i'm pretty much talking about the opposite thing: hate. 

definition of hate (i send my thanks to google):

• dislike intensely; feel antipathy or aversion towards; 
• e.g. "I hate Mexican food"; "She detests politicians"
• the emotion of intense dislike; a feeling of dislike so strong that it demands action 

there are many things in life that people hate. whether it's a whole crapload of maths homework or that horrible itchy sweater your granny bought you... we all have our pet peeves. welcome to my list:

- show offs (if your good why d'you need to show off? i'm sure we can see. unless, maybe it hasn't penetrated through your conceited thick skull, maybe you aren't actually that good? *gasp*) 

- stereotypes (just cos i go to sghs doesn't mean i'm a total 100% nerd. just cos i'm asian, doesn't mean i don't belong in australia. and yes, i can speak english) 

- people who make up rumours that don't have the tiniest inkling of truth (i don't have a freakin' lift in my house ok, c*****? so maybe you should stop lying? or maybe even better! shut your trap. plus stealing other people's books and keys for months... not the key to popularity)

- first impression judgers (the first impression could possibly be the worst impression of a person ever... they could be really cool but maybe you just caught them in the wrong time? so instead of calling them fags, losers, gaybos... give 'em a second chance?)

- hypocrites (like taking candy away from a baby and like eating it in front of the poor bub)

gosh. i could go on for ages. but i'd better stop at that... ta till next time :) 

beats so big i'm steppin' on leprechauns

nah it's not the 'kiss me, i'm irish' fetish that i'm having here. the title is only there cos i've got one annoying line of boom boom pow's chorus in my head. all thanks to some bloody irritating person. hmm tiffanie?

where's everybody gone nowadays? everyone's abandoning their blogs! first its a couple of days without a new post then its a week... slowly spreads into a fortnight. and suddenly BAM ! most peeps have not touched their blogs in a month. or two. the only loyal people are, actually make that only loyal person is amy. 

i bet some people only made a blog to join in on the short-lasting fad. ahh sad sad people you are.... don't blog just cos everyone else is, blog cos you wanna? on top of a giant crapload of francais homework, i've got a maths test tomorrow! oh whippee, it's gonna be fun having a long night of studying! not.

au revoir!