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Bring the boys out!
Wednesday, December 12

Okay the last post was a bit harsh and over the top and I apologise for that. It was an in-the-moment type of thing. ANYWAYS, I'm so excited for tomorrow! Tomorrow's the annual Multicultural Day at HAHS and it's also the day that infallible has been working hard for. I can't wait to see what it feels like to perform on a stage in front of a hall full of HAHS students and teachers and parents. The others have told me that all you can see is blackness and possibly the first row of the audience. That would be good for me because then it'd feel like practice. No pressure. No nervousness. I guess I'll just have to see for myself tomorrow! I'm so excited but scared at the same time. I'm not the best dancer in the group nor am I good at listening to the beats of a song. I'm so scared that I'll have a mental blank on stage or do the wrong choreo. My timing for some parts are off and I hope that tomorrow the timing would be perfect. It's our last Multicultural Day ever and I want it to be perfect! 

As Durga said to me:
"Look confident and no one will realise that you stuffed up"

I need to remember that for tomorrow as well as to SMILE and always look at the audience! 

Also, I'm having dinner with the gorgeous DQ girls tomorrow night at J's Kitchen (aka cooks hill) and I think we're going to Meet Fresh afterwards because they have a buy 1 get 1 free offer. So asian! Cabramatta's Moochi had their grand opening today as well. They were selling regular froyo with 3 toppings for only $2! WHAT A BARGAIN! But it was only for 1 day only. I'm so devastated that I couldn't go. :(

12/12/12 - the last time EVER where the number for the day, month and year are the same! 

also, 
CONGRATS TO MYSELF FOR REACHING THE 200TH MARK FOR
MY BLOG POST! YAY!

(the other one didn't count because it was just me ranting about my life. lol)


Screw Everything

Screw the HSC. Screw the 99.95 ATAR. Screw university. I dont fucking care if I end up living on streets beginning for money. I give a crap about it anymore. I'll just be the daughter who freaking failed in life. Better yet, I'll just be the daughter you never had.
All you ever do is complain about your troubles to other people. You always tell someone else so that they can tell them off for you. You know what? NO ONE FREAKING CARES! I hate how you always complain to me about how screwed up your life is and how you regret everything that has happened in the past. I DONT CARE! Why? Cause I've spent the last 17 years of my life listening to your complaints and I'VE HAD ENOUGH! I will NOT listen to your complaints anymore and I will NOT be the person who comforts you. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

LET ME LIVE THE LIFE THAT I WANT, 

NOT THE LIFE YOU WISH YOU HAD.