Wednesday Morning

So its 10:02 am... i woke up 2 hours ago and my eyes still feel like hot air ballons trying to rise out of my skull... its not a good feeling.

I just got back from the doctors (had to walk home too, OH THE INDIGNITY) and got told i have a bad rash on my face... i could have fuckin told myself that, all he did was put a fancy name to it, "server dermatitis" geez man, at least make up some bogus virus so i actually believe you did something for me, instead of stating the obvious and saying it will go away soon...

So the question is, have doctors gotten lazier and cant even be bothered to make up fake diseases and make their patient believe they are competent doctors? Have doctors gotten so stupid that anyone who can read and owns "the medical encylodpedia 128 th edition" can diagnose themselves?

Love Hate relationship

So its winter again, walk outside in anything less than 2 layers and you'll regret it a few seconds later, not fun when you are running for a bus so its either turning up for class late, or freezing your ass off and possible catching a nasty cold.

I personally love and hate winter, thats right, love and hate, not those pansy words like like and dislike.

So I love winter because:

• Its easy to get comfortable, just wrap up, get some chocolate, turn the heater on and your set, and by god its heavenly
• Its just cold, which is way better than being hot as i'd rather freeze to death rather than burn
• I'm a kiwi at heart, so the cold is ever so nice and refreshing
• Cold weather seems to be better for my complection (yeah shut up) and i tend to not get pimples during this time of year

And i hate winter because:

• Waking up in the morning is a bitch because 8 hours of sleeping under 4 blankets has turned you into a mini oven and everything outside is like disney on ice
• Theres too much risk of getting a cold and i hate being sick
• The cold weather dries and cracks my face and lips which sucks because i have naturallly dry skin and showering in hot water is even worse for dry skin so bleh
• Getting rained on and squelching home

so love it or hate it, winter is here, and you know what that means! STEAMBOAT (asians only)

Um...

So... yes um...

because i really have to think about what i'm going to write... well, right now i really need to pee so this will be quick.
It turns out that the horrible week of last week didnt end at the end of the week and its still pretty shit, i went to sleep at 4 am today and woke up 3 hours later because Martin the incompetent but ever so dreamy lab partner needed help witht he assignement due today.

Well... other than being buried under assignments, lecture notes and people yelling at me, i cant help but notice that i havent gone out for ages!

so, plan for this weekend, late night clubbing wooooooh!

The Weekend!

So!

I'm actually really hyper right now, and whats even better is that i know exactly why! Its the weekend, saturday to be precise, and although i myself considered friday afternoon a partial weekend, saturday is officialy, no questions about it a weekend.

Why am i so happy its the weekend? I for a fact, know the answer to that question too.

A truely horrible and evil week that began on monday and ended yesterday at 3:47pm, such a horrible week which i may start calling *the rise and fall of saint terrence* (way too much buffy lately, which is making me make up strange rituals at which evil powers will be at their most... power) consisted of:
Monday

• Having very very concentrated Acetic acid (vinegar) spilt on me, so I basically dont have anymore nose hairs
• Given 2 post labs to finish in a week
• Given an assignment to synthesize a chemical which i must first identify
• Finishing a physical chemistry postlab that was due on tuseday (it was eventually completed and handed in on friday, i suck at deadlines)
• Told about a Microbiology Mid Term on wednesday
  

Tuesday

• Sitting for 4 hours in a stuffy room doing a physical chemistry "workshop" which basically meant that the equipment is too expensive to let students near it so we'll make them read about it instead
• Studying for Microbiology test that was sprung upon by our stupid absent minded lecturer, we were told about it on monday

Wednesday

• Waking up super early for a wednesday to meet up with Martin who sweet talked me into doing his biochemistry assignment for him
• Doing the Microbiology midterm, i was 10 minutes late because the rooms were change from E7B to X5A, for those of you who dont know maq uni, E stands for east, and X stands for Extreme west... quite the walk
• Sitting in microbiology pratical for 2 and a half hours and given an assignment to test water quality, (also given back a mark for an assignment for which i got 9/10 for, HUZZAH!)
• Going to Julz's movie premiere thing, had an absolute blast but probably wasnt the healthiest thing to do considering the week
  

Thursday

• Waking up dead from julias movie thingy
• Getting to uni for a biochemistry tutorial to do my assignment (and Martins), rocked up half an hour late because they changed the rooms from E5A (east) to W5A (west, no extreme) except i had to go to the prac rooms in E8A to find out about the room change... its really disturbing rocking up to an empty room
• Studying for the physical chemistry exam

Friday

• Waking up way too early to be healthy
• Getting 2 hours sleep because of an upturned bucket that was making alot of noise as heavy rain dripped into it
  
• Waiting an hour and 40 minutes in the rain for 3 buses that didnt come
• Missing my physical chemistry exam completely
• Doing the physical chemistry exam an hour later in a tutorial
• Staying late at uni to complete the post lab due on tuesday
• Recieving a glare from lecturer for handing post lab in so late
• Missing coffee

Mmm, ok so maybe not the worst week ever, but its one of the worst i've had, its like i have one of these weeks every semester where all this stuff gets piled on you and you just panic

WEEKEND

Screws

So

It has come to my attention that i may have more than a few screws loose... perhaps, more screws loose than i previously thought.

First of all, i'd like to inform you all of my complete and utter lack of musical... anything, despite me playing the cello, thats about as far as my musical intelligence goes. Am i missing something? is there something terribly wrong with me that i cannot name a completely random song and its artist off the top of my head?

Evidence:

"You are no longer alive to me"from Al in response to me not knowing who Supertramp was/were

mmm i forget the other quotes, but theres ALOT of people physically abusing me because i dont know these other people that have their songs played over the radio...

/panic?

The good, the bad and the boring

So!

The good:

• Sleeping in on the weekend and not having to do gardening
  
• Going out to the movies on friday night
• Parents being uber creepy (note, this is a good thing because i get money from it)
• Coffee unwind on friday
• Studying for subjects accomplished!
• Playing online scrabble with Ed (she blyvrkrn me)
  

The bad:

• Headaches
  
• Nightmares of dogs attacking me
• Falling down flat floor...
• Losing online scrabble to a bunch of randoms when Ed went to sleep
• Ed not being at coffee (yeah, not letting you live this down)
• Assignments due which i forgot about until this very moment

The boring:

• Physical chemistry... quantum numbers... rotational constants... vibrational costants... why do i care? i dont know... but this subject sucks and it only gets worse because i did it thinking i had to do it but i dont
• Assignments that require me to talk like a text book, theres no drama in assignments

In conclusion, i do enjoy writing in dot point form, it allows me to compartmentalize my thoughts and bitch about them in chronological succession and also allows me to think of the good things that have happened so i can weigh them against each other and come to a more accurate judgement of my weekend.

I should just hand that conclusion in

Cibo e Vino

So

Just got back from dinner with julz (god julz rocks) n gillian, (god i love gillian). We went to the this place called Cibo e Vino, i think its pronounced Chee-bo eh Veeno, my pronounciation rocks! which means food and wine in italian, which is important because the place serves italian food.

Also present were both older sisters, nicola and bec, my sister. Who spent alot of time looking at bags and such in a fashion magazine, come to think of it... i was outnumbered 4 to 1 by girls and felt completely comfortable... thats really weird! (shut up).

We ordered some pretty snazzy stuff:
Entree

• French fries in chilli and rosemary
• Foccacia bread

when he had finished all the chips, julz's dad came over and started eating the chillis, so i tried to make gillian eat the rosemary, failing to see how she would digest a small tree branch, i settled for "suck my rosemary"

Mains

• Penne pasta, now this was the shit, it was sooooooo good, like, awesome pasta, and it came with this beef that was just delish n stuff and yeah, best main.
• Duck
• Beef
• Lamb
• Cabonarra with sausagee
  

So after the penne pasta it just became a complete meat fest and i swear the lamb was still bleeding, but then i realised it was just red wine... alot of red wine :P. the duck was pretty good, and it came on top of pumpkin stuff and pommegranet seeds, the beef was really really good too, except it had a lot of celery in it, and i only eat celery with peanut butter. Cabonarra sucked, the sausage was like... ew. I know eh, hard to believe sausage could taste bad.

Desserts (BEST PART)

• Orange and Noughat ice cream
• Chocolate soufle cake
• Trifle with vanilla custard, red wine jelly, sponge cake and sugared almonds

Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, like really really. The soulfe was like, a cake on the outside, but chocolate sauce on the inside, because it just melted in your mouth, and the orange ice cream is always good, its like, a real orange flavour, not a fake orange flavour, the trifle was really nice too, sugared almonds are unbelievably nice because their both crunchy and super sweet, what is it... contrast between texture and taste? such a food critic.

pretty happy with the food, and there was alot of talking about... movies... clothes... shiny things... parents... things our parents do that make them funny... things our parents do that make us condemn them... yeah

totally thinking of having my 19th birthday here so stay tuned

i give it 4 and a half rotten bananas of approval

I woke up late for class today

So

I woke up late for class today so i just bummed around until my next class which was at 2 with the lovely Martin. Whom i now also have a picture of wearing a lab coat and funky goggles on my phone, it was our last prac together :( so i'll probably never get to talk to him ever again...

My to do list:

1. get a haircut
2. get a piercing
3. finish all my assignments (this should be higher up but meh)
4. read all my lectures
5. prepare for tests
6. Settle down because my posts are too dramatic

and now i'm off to dinner with julz

Oh god, i totally remember now...

So,

After a complete mental black out (hah black out) about the weekend from previoulsy posted about goon party, bits and pieces have been coming back to me from various sources which i am all but helpless to believe. So here goes:

1. Friday afternoon, Coffee Date! totally wicked, being the special occasion i invented, its awesome just like me. Too bad i burnt myself so hard (still cannot fucking believe that, i may just have to write a drama about it)
2. Friday evening. Good party! Where i drank goon, invented gooney pop (mixing goon and passion pop) invented goonta (mixing goon and fanta), drink about... 12 standard drinks, 12 times my limit but still, passed out, ate tater tots, passed out, played guitar hero, passed out, was sexually abused, woke up, drank more, felt up lachalan, passed out, cried, passed out and then slept with a girl
3. Saturday morning! Went to maccas for breakfast with lachie boy, sexy steve, ed my queen and Catherine who drank my coffee. After watching steve and lachlan put copious amount of a pig fat onto their hot cakes and watching them dry, I have come to call them jizz-cakes... because of the... yeah try it yourself sometime
4. Saturday afternoon: Extreme Gardening! cut down two trees, weeded the garden, planted two new trees, anihilated a species of spiders and mowed the lawn. However was totally bummed, massive massive bummage, meant to see a movie with someone and got completely dogged
5. Saturday Evening: CABARET fucking love this show, gotta see a professional version of this, so raunchy and sleazy, and i want a marry the emcee. diddly diddly dee TWO LADIES
6. Sunday morning, well, afternoon, woke up at two and studied organic synthesis, i totally know the thiosulphate and alchohol reaction mechanism off by heart now.

Monday... pretty bummed, still couldnt figure out why weekend bummness was still around but eventually spoke to people and found out about friday skankness, totally handing in my resume as a slutty bartender at Stonewall *hangs head in shame*

So yeah, i totally remmeber everything now, DAMN ASIANESS

Call 666 for Goon

So, Goon is evil, alchohol is evil, wei is evil...

As some of you may know, friday night was a goon party... a horrible horrible event!

Now, as much as i scorn my asian heritage, i dont think i can express my hate for my asianness anymore than by the way it affects me under the influence.

Things i partially remember/have heard about from goon party:

1. I passed out 6 times, while walking around in between each pass out
2. Felt up Lachlan
3. Felt up Lachan (it deserves to be listed twice)
4. Was abused (sexualy? not sure) by various people
5. Cried, i know, this one seriously sucks because this isnt me at all
6. Slept with a girl (NOT AGAIN)

So yeah, i may just have to swear off alchohol, because it just doesnt end well

Willkomen, Bienvenue, Welcome!

Im cabaret, au Cabaret, to Cabaret!

Yes, totally saw Cabaret last night with some cool dudes and it was totally wicked, funny, interesting and sexy! ok... maybe not so sexy but still pretty good. The musical was done by the hornsby musical society...? i think so, but it was so unbelievably cool that its made me want to get back into the whole musical/acting/singing scene and like yeah... imagine being directed by Ms Mullen (soon to be ford!) on an outside of school thing.

Notes on last night:

1. Saw Cabaret
2. Went to Horsnby RSL, big place
3. Got songs stuck in my head
4. Saw ms Mullen, i swear i'm her biggest disappointment, went from drama student to science student, i dont think it gets worse than that
5. Got home at about 11:30 ish, so kinda buggered but who cares

Also lately i've been downloading classical music (think string instruments n stuff) for studying, it totally works! 1812 Overture and the all time famous "DUH DUH DUH DUM!"

PS. SIMON, IM SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We were watching a movie and like... my sister left the computers on... :( :( :( :( :(

Burns Victim

So

today was pretty cool, woke up late, got to uni late, got to class late basically did everything thing a little bit late today but at least i'm not completely smacked as i was yesterday, goddamn fucking headaches.

Anyhoo, today was coffee day! i'm so proud of myself because i totally started this friday coffee thing which i quote "should become a regular" (go stefan!) + *simon doing boobie motion* so yeah, today it was catherine, ed, simon, stefan, steve, anthony, lachlan, mel and julz. All awesome people and i was totally sleeping on julz today, shes so comfy!

Ok well, i'll guess i'll just get to the point, I got burned, like majorly. by myself too.

It all happened like this:

Julz: Yeah wei, like, back in new zealand, whoa i could totally not see you gay
Mel: When did you move over here?
Julz: 12?
Wei: yeah... 12
Mel: Ah yeah, but people that age dont really know about that kind of stuff
Wei: Oh nah, i had already made out with other guys SHIT

Having just realised that a bunch of private school chicks were listening to our conversation and everyone was quiet... dead quiet. I laughed, and cried, then cried... and cried. It was funny i guess, for everyone else...

motherfuckers

Thursday

So today is thursday, what does dictionary.com say about thursday?

thursday

noun

the fifth day of the week; the fourth working day

Very intersting, well... so much for the fourth working day, i decided not to go to uni today because i was too tired and woke up at 12, even though my class was at 2 and i totally could have made it, i decided to forego getting dressed, taking the bus twice and walking to class.

This is good in two ways, i got the rest and laze around at home, and i also proved to Martin that i wont be his little bitch and go to his classes, take notes and do all the work for him, unless i get something back... of a sexual nature.

I was also really tired today, i woke up with a smacking headache, hence my msn name, and i couldnt open one eye for a good hour. Possible reasons for a bad sleep:

1. Sleeping late... dont think so, 11 is usual for me
2. Not eating well... pretty sure jatz are healthy
3. bad dreams... very very possible, i did have some bad dreams last night, and woke up about 6 times, which is about average.

Now do i remember what my dreams were about? hmm...

Well, i remember coffee at epping, and then getting very very very angry at a "friend" that didnt have a face, but was part of the usual epping coffe group... and then i left... but then came back and realised noone was there, so i called some people and found out they were at someones place, i went to said place and found them all there and then got angry at them because they decided to cancel coffee without telling me.

Um... someone was driving the car i was in... and the only person who was sorry for cancelling was Ed, so after a very angry speech to said people (i dont really remember who) she left with me, but didnt get into my car and my car drove off, it then started raining heavily, so i told the driver to go back and get Ed, who was still walking but suddenly had a big yellow umbrella.

And then i woke up...

Cry

Nothing can fill, the abyss that is my heart
I feel like crying, but only blood comes out
Blood comes out of my wrists
As i hack away at the feeble flesh that is my body
The body of a weak person
A sad person
A person who wanted to change
A person trapped
That person
Me

THE END, i totally wrote an emo poem and will never write one again, now dont get me wrong, that poem was awesome, but dont worry i'm not close to the edge (UNLESS YOU PUT ME THERE)

That was actually really fun, just like black is my new favourite colour...

Midnight Snacks

So

Last night was really funny, well, funny for me and probably funny if you saw me. Well, for some reason i wasnt feeling too well, like not entirely sick, but still i didnt feel good, so i had a shower, and got ready for bed as usual. (Getting ready for bed includes a facial wash and scrub, moisturising, washing my feet, brushing and flossing my teeth, putting on that stuff that makes pimples fuck off... yea OK shut up, what do you expect).

Did a pathetic work out, which i remember made me whimper a little bit, so i just gave up and went to bed.

Alarm Time: 11:37 pm

Alarm Time: 12:36 am

Wei gets fungry and runs to the kitchen stuffing his face with all kinds of midnight snacks he can think of that wont wake his family up.

Like seriously, weirded shit ever, i had dinner and everything, so i have no clue why i'd get so hungry like that... but it was pretty funny. In 12 minutes, i had:

1. Quarter of a box of plain jatz
2. Quarter of a box of jatz with mayonaise (ok... so the jatz got boring)
3. Quarter of a box of jatz with camembert cheese (ok... so the mayonaise got boring)
4. Quarter of a box of jatz with chilli sauce (the cheese ran out)
5. Glass of milk
6. 2 cups of hot milo
7. 3 Curry puggs
8. a chicken wing from aporto, cold
9. bowl of rice

Pretty impressive... but getting the jatz out of my teeth later really sucked because i was tired and wanted to sleep