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!

dream of californication....

some sort of mad-groupie rant on how good the red hot chili peppers are? nope... just a tribute to them cos i'm listening their music whilst doing maths homework. sounds fun? yeah i bet you wish you were here ;) 

ahhahaha anyone watched any vids on kevjumba's new site called Jumba Fund? they're friggin hilarious!!! just like his good ol' videos. but just using up a few minutes of your life, your actually doing a good thing! no, i'm not talking about extra procrastination on maths h/w (tho that is a bonus, now that i think of it), every view counts toward charity!!!!!

i recommend the vid where he goes and gets his haircut. i now love the word 'monchichi' cos of it :) the rant of the new dragon ball z movie is funny too (:O I KNOW GOKU IS WHITE *GASP*) plus scaring room mates. overall kevjumba is an awesomely funny dude and i'm definitely a fan. 

join the club: 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQ4YPDb-_Io&feature=channel_page

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-66hOIXgHDo&feature=channel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvyOpFCkoqM&feature=channel

please don't hurt me, mr dentist.

oh, time does fly when your having fun, doesn't it? i havent written in 2 weeks! oh wait a minute, it wasn't fun that i was having... it was crammed studying due to the fact that half-yearlies were on!  if i actually paid attention in class (mostly science), studying wouldve been easy breezy, just a bit of revision here and there.

but no.... i had to sit there doodling, cutting up leaves and putting little bits of paper and water in danni's hair :D what can i say? it's sure fun :) plus i am a procrastinator. you know how you get two weeks of studying? well i spend most of the time mucking around. then i whip my books out the weekend before the exams. not a very good study plan, but hey, as long as its better then a C, i'm not really complaining :D it was an extremely stressful week of exams (i have seen a couple of break-outs here and there, not mentioning any names of course). 

NOW, back to what i was supposed to write about. next week, im gonna be heading to the orthodontist (SCORE! i miss one whole day of school :D) and looking at my options (like braces, plate etc...). 

to all peeps who have braces out there: "does it hurt? and if so, how much?". i've been getting mixed reviews. some say it hurts like hell and that they can't eat for a whole month. others are like "oh dont worry, it doesnt hurt at all! i went back to normal straight after". so right now, i dont know who to believe!!!! btw, its not that long till i become a brace-face too :( i'm gonna get them by the winter holidays. so in july? yes about there :S 

happy birthday Gee!!

you can probably guess from the title that it's georgia's birthday today! far out, she's old! its only may and shes already fourteen. that's right FOURTEEN and i know some peeps who are still 12! but that's not the reason for this post as exciting as it is. i've been meaning to write for a while now, but assignments and such have gotten in the way :(

hmm... do you guys remember the first time you heard about this thing called 'puberty'? the phase where you grow up into a young adult? yeah that. the first time i heard it didn't sound so bad. but the older i got the worse the horror stories were. but i was still disbelieving, i doubted that it could seriously be THAT bad. i was wrong.

i'm not sure if it's PMS. i'm not sure if its mood swings. but something is definitely wrong with some people these days. at first i thought "oh they're having a bad day, must be a one-off". unfortunately not. 

wtf is wrong with you? why are you like this? freaking hell, if your pissed or mad at me, just tell me! don't say "no i'm not pissed at you" when i ask, thats pure bullshit cos if you weren't why are you being slack and bitchy. so its my fault now is it? b-b-but... wait a minute, what did i do to you in the first place? NOTHING. whatever this new 'phase' is, i dont reckon its cool. and just to let you know i can actually SEE you when you give me those 'looks'. i'll pretend i don't care and just gaze away. it probably hasn't occurred to you but you may have possibly hurt my feelings? yeah possibly. more like definitely. 

also......... i just got two injections today and they hurt like billy-o. one of each arm. ouch. 

some food for thought too: girl+boy doesn't always equal love. there are such things as friends, right? there are, aren't there? you tell me.

cheers. 

IM BACK! miss me?

the consequences of school have unfortunately stopped me from blogging for about 2 weeks. but dont fret, because now i'm back :) im sure you all missed me dearly :P

well i was supposed to write a full-blown rant on why and how i hate guys dressed as mad-hatters about a week ago, but then got distracted and cbf to finish it off... i guess that makes me a pretty crappy blogger :( i probably won't tell you why i hate them now, bcos if i do, i'll have to talk about an event most people involved would rather forget...

i was just reading everyone elses' new blogs about ten things they wanna do before they die, and just reading it just makes me want to write one too!!! and NO, i'm not just trying to go with the trend. 

so here's my list of top, not in any particular order:

1) swim in the caribbean

2) ride a donkey in greece

3) eat a croissant in france

4) scuba dive again :)

5) visit the land of leprechauns (a.k.a. ireland)

6) aussie road trip!!!

7) BIG DAY OUT + other random concerts

8) attempt to pull of the 'punk-rockstar' look for a day

9) swim in my clothes while on roadtrip

10) finish off the snogging scale ;)

11) spend new years in NYC

12) go to vegas again (but this time come home blind drunk) -haha

13) stand on the street with a sign reading "free hugs" and see how many i get

14) make a bonfire on a beach and spend the night there

15) meet my soul mate

16) party hard

17) speak in a crappy british accent in london

18) go to trafalgar square and ask the tourists "have you seen my pet pigeon?"

well that's it so far... i'll add more when i think of them :) 

the woes of being an older sister

i spent today at home. with my sisters and family friend, heather (she's only 9). our mummies had gone to chit-chat at some rowdy club selling tequila shots for 50cents each. no, i kid :P as if that would ever happen. the mums were at some nice peaceful cafe eating lunch and having coffee while the kids made their own fun at home.

i was, HAD to play mother hen of course. since i'm the oldest and i have to learn how to be 'responsible'. pfft, yeah right. so i put DVD's on, took them to the park, made them lunch and attempted to entertain them while the rain poured. oh god, i felt like so old when i was cutting the crusts off and asking for their preferences in filling (nutella, peanut butter or jam).

the mummies came back around mid-afternoon and saved me :) i dont even get PAID for it! so now i am back to normal, being a 'moody' teenager. *rolls eyeballs* oh apparently i've got to stop doing that, my mama says its a bad trait (both the eyeball rolling and moodiness). but who am I to care? :P

ALSO i couldn't find my phone before. i kept on looking around and around for it. i was definitely put it on the front table before. very strangely, i found it plugged into the charge. wtf? i took it out and attempted to turn it on. but instead of coming up with my wallpaper, there was a plain white screen. obviously some idiot had broken it and attempted to put it back without anyone noticing. of course everyone denied touching it. i bet it was chelsea or natasha, they're always playing with my stuff. argh, younger siblings. they're such brats sometimes (most of the time). i know i'll probably get a wave of hate-mail for saying that, cos the majority of my friends are the youngest sibling.

not happy, joe

so this morning I was as happy as a....errr...well i was happy, ok?
I had only woke up about five minutes ago and was still lying in bed, thinking about what to bring to the swimming outing. when suddenly my youngest sister, natasha walks in and start to say in a mocking tone "you can't go! you can't go!"

I already knew what she was refering to, but just hoped that my assumption was wrong. "go where?" I asked faking confusion. "to swim with your friends! hahahahhahahaha..." replied natasha. for once in my life, I wished I had been wrong. (oh and i also kicked her outta my room for bringing in BAD news)

WHY CAN'T I GO? 1) I am 'mildly' sick 2) it is cold and windy outside 3) Apparently I will get sicker if I go swimming bcos my hair would get wet.

however I can find a solution to all these things: 1) i will get better 2) wearing a jacket and long clothes will prevent me from feeling cold 3)the pool is INDOOR and there's this thing called a hairdryer.

but NO ONE listens to hillary. NO, no one does :( that is why i am confined to this prison hole instead of being out and about with my friends. sorry guys :( but its not like i dont want to go!

halfies, babies and boyfriends.

ok, you guys can guess from the title that this post is going to be veeeeeery 'interesting'

yesterday night, i went out with my family to have dinner at this chinese restaurant in burwood.
chan's garden restaurant...i think it was? so everybody was busy chomping on noodles when mum points out this really really really cute baby. she's got these browny-blonde hair, big brown eyes and she's wearing a cute pink beanie with a little bobble on top. not only that but she's giggling and smiling (OMG she has dimples too!) while her grandpa spoons her food. "awww..." everyone coos at her.

usually people would just talk about how cute she is and stuff. not my family though. they'd rather talk about the fact that she's a halfie and how halfie babies are soooo much cuter then 'normal' ones (plus how they look hotter when grown up). great, does that mean i'm ugly? maybe compared to halfies? :( so i zoned out for a bit, cos there was this cartoon in mandarin on the tv :)

when i come back to earth, the subject's changed. now it's about boyfriends. how did we get to this? hoping that none of it would affect me, i put my head down and pretended to be really intersted in the contents of my tea cup. dammit, plan A was ruined, as they wanted my opinion CRAP, its time for my back-up plan, SET PLAN B INTO MOTION IN 5, 4, 3, 2, 1....GO! urrhh...that would've worked if only i'd actually had a plan B.

last year my parents had this WHOLE lecture about not having a boyfriend until I was 18 and finished with my HSC. that's all gone down the bin right after the interesting conversation over dinner. it seems like I, Hillary from the 18/04/09 had been granted permission to have a boyfriend at the age of 16. wowee....its nothing short of a miracle, is it? also after the long part about halfies, my mum said she wanted PRETTY grandchildren. my first thought was 'isnt that a bit vain?' but then i realized that she was hinting something :S

christine reckons its a hint to drop outta school in year 10 and be a teenage mother. so now folks, thats my life plan! hahaha no, not really. or as georgia would say APRIL FOOLS!

first blog

FINALLY i've made my blog. took ages going through the sign up. i kept on asking questions about this and that (probably annoyed my friends in the process).

pressure is mounting! how am I going to live up to everyone else? all their first blogs are interesting and funny. It doesn't help with the fact that I keep on deleting things, cos i reckon they'll sound stupid (knowing the stuff that comes out of my mouth).

well tra-la-la-la....i think its time to go. my eyes are kind of hurting from staring at the screen too long. plus i was supposed to be off ages ago- whoopsies.