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MOVED!
Yes, indeed. *shock* I have moved. Clickclick:
Joint blog featuring Terrific Theresa (LOL!) and yours truly. I love it so.
Now that this blog is no longer (OMG, that sounds so sad), why don't we take some time to reflect upon it?
When I first started this blog, I had no reason for one. I had made one because Theresa had made everyone in our group make one for the sake of TastyCarrot (anyone still remember that?). My very first post stated:I am writing a blog right now to take up space. Yes, to make sure that the "Blog" section of this place actually has something. I don't expect to be writing anything much here, expect for maybe the random times when I feel really bored and have nothing better to do. Which can happen often. It's not like I wanted a blog either, I just made one for the sake of Theresa making everyone else get one. LOLS.
I never expected to post up another post for a long long time.
Now, ten months later, this is my thirty-third post. (I know it's not a lot, but it's still a lot more than I expected).
I am surprised.
Whilst reading through this blog, I found a particular new years resolution I had made:5. I will remain faithful to this blog
Yes, I have just broken my last new years resolution. (Hell, I've broken all of them now).Now that I think of it, what a stupid new years resolution. I think I wrote it to stop myself from abandoning blogging. I knew I was going to. Well, I'm still blogging right? Just in a different domain. Same difference. I'm making up excuses, so forgive me. LOL.
I'd like to thank everyone for reading / commenting on this blog. It was much appreciated. I hope you continue reading my new one.
I won't be deleting this blog because it contains many good memories.
So, goodbye. I'll miss this place heaps. |
m e s m e r i s e d 9:24 PM
Put your hands UP!
‘Queen’s Birthday’ means ‘public holiday’. ‘Public holiday’ means ‘going out’. Theresa had planned this ice-skating outing for a very long time now, but all her hard work came crashing down the night before, and we had to start all over again. So it was after a long two hour debate under the topic of ‘How do I get there?’ that we finally managed to have everyone safely reach Liverpool Catholic Club Sports Complex. Safely, but not necessarily punctually. Everyone except Theresa decided to arrive ‘fashionably late’, causing her to have to wait there for a whole forty minutes before we rocked up. Shoe-fitting proved to be a difficult, not to mention painful process, as most of us either didn’t know our shoe sizes (Yes, what the hell? Who doesn't know their shoe sizes?), or didn’t know how to adjust the straps around the shoe. Once all shoes were on and fit properly (Actually, this isn’t true because Sophie & Jenny Nguyen decided to change shoe sizes in the middle of the session), we hit the ice-rink where Sophie darted off across the ice with her pro ice-skating skills. The rest of us however, had to take some time to readjust, and walked around a full perimeter of the rink before we gained more confidence. Notable things that happened on ice (That sounds like those shows on ice. like 'Disney on Ice', or 'High School Musical on Ice'. LOL.): So, after that, we headed off the food place and the seven of us shared a $6 plate of wedges. That was our lunch. Yes, approximately four pieces of wedges. No one really knew what to do after that, so we resorted to wandering around the place until Sophie suggested we go Westfields. Why? I don’t know, but it sure beats aimlessly wandering around. We made our adventurous journey to the bus stop (adventurous because Vincent has a habit of crossing the roads dangerously), and waited there for four minutes until the bus arrived. Funny, it felt a lot longer than four minutes, as in that time, we saw a house on fire (well, smoke coming out of a house), we talked about Sophie’s vegetarian-ness, and the fleshiness of people’s butts. The woman waiting at the bus stop with us chucked us many many weird looks. When we eventually arrived at Westfields, Theresa and I decided we wanted another Minichino from Gloria Jeans. Last time we went, they ran out of strawberry flavouring, so we opted for caramel instead. Guess what happened we ordered strawberry this time? They still didn’t have any! You’d expect them to have stocked up on strawberry flavouring in the three weeks we weren’t there! So we had to get caramel again. Gloria jeans is dodgy. We all sat down to drink our coffee, and then Theresa had to leave. The rest of us wandered over to the games place where people took a long time deciding whether they wanted to play anything. In the end, everyone was too cheap to spare $2.20 on a game, so we went outside and sat in front of the lolly machine until we all decided to leave. I called my dad, Jenny G, Jenny N, Sophie and I loaded into my car, where Jenny N and Sophie attempted to make my dad drive slower so they could sleep in the car. All in all, the day was pointless, stupid, and pretty uneventful, but it was funny anyways.
m e s m e r i s e d 8:20 PM
Let's waste some time.
I am currently waiting for Jenny Guo to finish her Commerce speech so I can print it for her. Aren’t I such a nice friend? I could be in my bed reading ‘Of Mice and Men’ at the moment. (Yes, I do like reading in my bed. I much prefer it to waiting up for Jenny, but no, I don’t normally read books like ‘Of Mice and Men’. It’s for an assessment at school.) (R) jenny says (10:34 PM): Maybe I should blog. (R) jenny says (10:34 PM): What to blog about? - jenny. says (10:34 PM): waiting for me So here I am. Waiting for Jenny is very boring, which is why I have to resort to posting a pointless, useless blog about nothing. If you’re reading this, then I’ll tell you now, there’s no point to it, so feel free to navigate away. I don’t know how much more I’m going to type after this. This may even be the last sentence! Ok, it’s not. Hmms, why can’t I just get my book and read it here, Jenny asks. Because, it’s so much more comfortable reading in bed! Even if I do end up falling asleep halfway through. Reading here is not very nice. And I hurt to move. Just yesterday, we had more fitness testing, and I managed to do a hundred sit-ups. But now, my stomach and neck muscles hurt! Why neck muscles? LOL. When you’re doing sit-ups, you reach a certain point where you just can’t go on any further, but you force yourself to go on anyways. When you do a proper sit-up, your head is supposed to come first, but when you’re simply puffed out, you start cheating. Your head doesn’t come up first, you use your body more, hence using your neck muscles to pull your head up. So yes, now my neck kills. Now wasn’t that a nice PDHPE lesson? Anyways, Jenny still isn't done. She says's she should be done in approximately ten minutes. Labels: RamblingsHAPPY ONE-HOUR-EARLY BIRTHDAY RICHARD! ENJOY YOUR LAST HOUR OF BEING 15!Hmms. Jenny still isn't done yet... I think I'll post anyways...
m e s m e r i s e d 11:04 PM
The not-so-secret life of a Jenny.
Going by the name of Jenny can be extremely frustrating. Stephanie asked me once, if I could change my name, would I, and what would I change it to? Labels: Life
Yes, I would change my name, it would take some time to readjust, but I wouldn’t mind. It’s not that I don’t like the name Jenny. The name itself is fine, but the number of people with the name is the problem. How?
1. In my grade alone, there are four people by the name of Jenny, three of them in my close group. Not many people actually know which Jenny you are. You’re simply classified as one of the Jenny’s.
2. No one knows which Jenny you are on MSN either. You constantly get random people coming up to you. The conversation that occurs is almost always the same:Person: Hey Jenny, what was < insert subject here > homework?
Me: Uh, I’m not in your class.
Person: Oh, which Jenny is this again?
Me: Jenny Lam…
Person: Oh, oops. Sorry, wrong Jenny.
3. When in class, and the teacher is handing back test papers, they naturally look at the name and call out the first name only. This is fine, until they reach a Jenny. Almost always, they forget to read the last name, leaving the Jennys to have to decide who to go up and get the paper. Not so good, if someone else sees your paper and you get a crap mark.
4. Whenever you hear someone call out “Jenny!” it’s a natural instinct to turn around and see who’s calling. When you’re a Jenny however, half the time, it’s not aimed at you. Sad, but true.
5. This last one, I don’t see as that much of a problem anymore. I’ve grown used to it, but calling your friends your own name can be weird.
That being said, I would have no idea what to change my name to.
m e s m e r i s e d 7:17 PM
Shop 'til you drop.
And yes I did drop. Literally. Ok, this blog talks about today, but it was actually Thursday. The day of the teacher's strike. I wrote it then and never finished, so I just finished it off today. I can't be bothered going through to change them back :)
I was woken up today by the phone ringing its head off. It doesn’t have a head but whatever. So who was on the other side of the line? Jenny and Theresa deliberating over last minute plans for today. I learnt that Jenny wasn’t allowed to come because Richard was coming and “he wasn’t her friend”. Apparently, he was more of Peter, her brother’s friend, and her mum finds that weird. So, Jenny wasn’t coming anymore. Not the best way to wake up.
So what plans had we had in plan? Shopping! Ok, I know I’m a girl, and it’s natural to get excited about things like shopping right? But this shopping trip is different.You see, Theresa and I haven’t been shopping ever since... we ran out of money. Yes, we are both shopping enthusiasts with no job, and in return, no money, to fund for anything.
So where did we find money from? I am ashamed to say we resorted to borrowing. I was never a fan of borrowing money. Having no money is bad enough, but being in debt is torture. If you ever do magically find some money, you can’t get excited and go spoil yourself with another shopping trip because you have a debt waiting to be paid off because you decided to spoil yourself too early.
That aside, we went crazy and the day was so damn fun. Shopping was fun but the best part was running around Myers and trying on all the dress, sunglasses, hats they had, and sampling every perfume or makeup that was available whilst Richard took pictures of it all. I don’t know what it was, maybe the end of our half-yearlies the day before, or simply the fact that my shopping drought was officially over (for a few hours anyway), but we went crazy. Yes, crazy. We made a lot of noise, and walked around in the place so many times I’m sure no one failed to notice us.
Oh how I love shopping.
Let’s play dresses ups!
I quote Theresa- “wooshoowooshoowooshoooo”
Don’t I look so official with that hat on?
And more hats.
Let’s all chuck our heads back and pretend we’re cool~
Smelling incense sticks. My nose is officially dead. It has had an overdose on perfumes, incense- hell, anything that’s supposed to smell nice.
So I have a car on my head. Wow. It was Theresa’s idea.
I love Elmo.
Does this picture bring back any memories for anyone?
Hell, Theresa has an issue. She likes to have me balance things on my head.
I did mention that shopping kills. We were so tired on the ‘moving thing’ debating what it was really called. It’s not an elevator, so is it an escalator?
Even Richard is tired, and all he did that day was... take pictures!
It was tiring, but it was so damn fun! I want to do it again! Oh wait, I need money... |
m e s m e r i s e d 7:15 PM
Why, surprise surprise!
I thought I was going to go to Jenny Nguyen’s house and have a random party for no reason yesterday. Yes, I thought I was. Apparently, I was under the wrong impression. I woke up and dressed. This didn’t take me long; Theresa had insisted I pick an outfit the night before. My mum drove me to her shop, where it took her forever to arrive, and we eventually made our way to Jenny's house. Or so I thought. Theresa's mum turned into a funny street, and I remember asking Jenny Guo if we were going the wrong way, but then I suddenly remembered Theresa telling me we were going to have to pick up some milk from her cousin's place and needed my help. Random, but I fell for it. So we got off the car, and I found it funny that both Theresa and Jenny decided to bring their bags along with them. Why bring bags with you when you're gonna have to carry milk? Even more random, but I still fell for it.
The door eventually opened. I looked inside, and the first person I see is Vincent. "Who are you?" he asked, so I replied that I was Theresa's friend, and made my way straight for the kitchen, where I assumed the milk would be, failing to notice or recognise all the other people around, along with the party decorations scattered around the living room.
After realising that there obviously isn't any milk lying around for us to get, I turn around to find Sophie saying "Jenny, I missed you~"
What. The. Hell.
I look behind her, to see Van and Laura doing the same thing. I look further behind then, and I spot Richard and Vincent.
Yes, WHAT THE HELL?!
"Omg, what are you guys doing here?"
"It's a surprise birthday for you!"
"WHAT?! 8 MONTHS EARLY?! You've got to be kidding me."
Apparently not. We were in Richard's house, and we were going to celebrate my sweet 16, 8 months early. Ok, fine with me!
When I eventually recovered, they decided to shower me with party poppers, making me shriek my head off, and Vincent to cover his ears every time. Sorry, but I couldn't really help it. (:
They baked a cake, yes they did
Laura cracks eggs with her hands only o_O"
The result?
I decided to pretty it up a little~
I blew out 16 candles way before I was supposed to
We SINGSTARRRRRED
Hey look, Richard and Vincent can sing too~
And I got presents~! They all wrapped it up in many layers so it could be passed around like Pass the Parcel, but I eventually got all the presents (:
I got a long thin white cardigan. I've wanted one for sooo long. I got a thick grey one from Ally not so long ago, but Theresa, God bless her, knew I had always wanted a thin one, so here it is!
I also got arm warmers~! I've also wanted these for a while now. I just never found them. Yes, I want many things I never buy.
And .. a cute top! It's a bit big. "You can wear it when you're pregnant," says Theresa. But I think I'll get my mum to alter it. (:
I love love all forms of clothing. If ever someone asks me what I want for a present, I don't usually know what to say, because I only ever want clothes. Except, I can't say clothes, because it's so general. And they end up asking, what type? And I go JUST CLOTHES! And soon enough, they end up giving up on the idea because it's so difficult.
Theresa however, obviously didn't have this problem (: And I love love my presents.
I also received chocolate! Ferrero Rocher! Hmm. I kinda ate them before I remembered to take a picture, but you all know what it is right?
My card. Thanks everyone~
Richard's house is funny. All his chairs, yes all go down really low when you sit on it. We were fascinated over and over again, each time we met a new chair.
Not only were we fascinated about his chairs, but also his hammock! We attempted to flip Laura around 360 degrees. It never worked.
I have no idea how, but cans of hairspray suddenly appeared. Sophie and I decided to go crazy and decided to have a hairspray fight, and attacked everyone~ All was well, until Theresa decided she wanted something of her own, so she grabbed a grease bottle, and used it as her defence. It wasn't good.
We happen to have before pictures (whys it look so .. static-ey? Oh wells.)
Ninety-nine percent?! I failed~!
I hate it when people exaggerate everything they say when they start to complain about something. Labels: Anger Management, Ramblings
An example would be if someone says “Oh my god, I am so fat, look at me!” or “What?! Ninety-nine percent? I failed~!” when they’re obviously far from it. They whinge, complain; go on about it, and when you assure them against it, they go “Oh, of course, you wouldn’t know, you’re so much better off.”
Sometimes, I wonder if they’re doing it to draw attention to themselves or simply for the reassurance that they’re not the way they perceive themselves. Either way, it annoys me.
More than often, I assure them that they’re far from what they say they are, but it’s starting to get to the point where I just find it stupid and pointless.
Next time someone says something like that, I’d like to see their faces if I were to agree with them for once.
Moral behind all this? (Because of course, all my blog posts have a point.) Everyone has their goods and bads. Don’t spend time counting what others have, and be content with yourself. It saves a lot of time, it’ll make you a much more positive person, and it’ll also save the people around you who have to bear with your complaints.
m e s m e r i s e d 8:29 PM
