emily;

If home is where the heart is, then my home is where you are.


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Jimmi;

tis been a long time since i blogged, so lets get started shall we?
First of all Uni is a whore, like literally it fucks us and takes us for our money.
Neverless we all love our whores dont we, so thats why we keep on coming back.
And no its not for the good feeling it supposably gives us, its the fact that if we dont go back to it we end up a lonely trick without a ho.

But COFA is not a whore, thank god. Its filled with beautiful std clean chicks woot!
My philosophy teacher is on drugs trips balls every lecture.
My Art History teacher retells his erotic fetishes for barbed wire.
My tutors also dab in the esh, how ever they dont share, damn!

StUN was fun, i got smashed and made alot of drinking buddies.
Working with models is fun only if you sleep with them.
Might be getting a gig with club photography, if i do FREE ENTRY MUTHAFUCKAS!

Im on acid!

Peace!

I love Micky!


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emily;

I'm in a good mood.

Today was my first EVER training session for Review. That's RIGHT. I GOT THE JOB. You have no idea how overly happy & excited I am. It was unbelievable. I mean, I rocked up 2 minutes late because I got lost (honestly, who the hell gets lost on Market Street?), and still managed to score a part time job at one of the prettiest stores in Sydney. I got to read some of the comments my interviewer made - i.e. "Yes, very sweet. Presentation - very good." haha flattery does so much more when it comes from someone you only talked to for fifteen minutes, and who's good opinion seemed utterly unobtainable. The only problem now is keeping it. Meh, I'll deal with that slight bump in my happy bubble later.

University is still progressively getting harder. My assigments suck.

I never knew friendships could be such a slippery thing. I keep those close to my heart with all the strength I have, but there's always that paranoia lurking that they're quietly disappearing. For me, a nicely placed sentence or the right words said when I need them the most, can make all the difference. So, just so you guys know - even though I'm always busy running around trying to do everything humanely possible in the short amount of time that I've got; and even though I don't call or see you as often, nothing will ever change what you mean to me.

Pathetic, but true. :)

x


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emily;

I am shaped by the people around me.

Things to remember to do:

• Write an email to Chi Thu and Bac Hien containing pictures of beloved UTS etc.
• Start on assignments
• Buy Tim's birthday present
• Start on that other birthday present
• Buy new picks

I love my new acoustic guitar. <3>

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emily;

That's it. I'm sick of feeling down just because I feel behind, just a tad bit dumber than everyone else, and extremely lost in most lectures. I give up on caring. I don't want to ever have another day like today (with the exception of hanging out with dear Jimmy, DAVO, Dizon, Uyen & Annie) again. Where's that Emily that's always bouncing around and smiling like a three year old at a petting zoo? I miss her.

There's no more you, so I'm reeling in my head from the clouds. I'm lowering my expectations on everyone and everything. I don't need good grades, I don't need to be good at Law. All I need, is to be happy.

Yeahhhh ...

Oh god, I've completely lost the plot haven't I?


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emily;




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jimmi,

Whats up sports fans, time for one of my overdue blogs/rants.
Lets see, holidays have ended, uni starts next week and love life is still stale.
So thats it!
And to those who want to pass judgment on others without valid reasons FUCK YOU!
Hope that helps Sally :)

Happy snaps from Antons and Mardi Gras below.

ENJOY!












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emily;

It's been a weird week.

I would spill all my troubles onto this page, but I don't have the energy. I think Rosanna, Jam and Daisy lending me an ear today has been enough, but still ...

I'm stuck. Do I continue to be myself and somehow dig myself a hole in which people think badly of me, or, do I put a halt to being "ott-friendly" and hence, ultimately, stop being a friend?

To begin with, I was pretty annoyed. These people are supposed to be my friends. Friends which I have shared two years of highschool with, and with whome I have irreplacable memories of graduation and laughs. And yet, my so-called "reputation" is completely annihilated by a handful of bad mistakes and stories resulting in a case of mistaken identity. But then, I tried explaining why I was annoyed, and it just didn't seem so significant anymore. I couldn't channel my frustration into a string of words which made enough sense. Probably because I care about these people too much to actually be angry for long.

So I guess, I admit defeat. No more sharing of secrets. No more having fun just because I want to do something entirely for me, for once.

I am a saint, just like how you want me.


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emily;

If home is where the heart is, then my home is where you are.

Jimmi;

tis been a long time since i blogged, so lets get started shall we?
First of all Uni is a whore, like literally it fucks us and takes us for our money.
Neverless we all love our whores dont we, so thats why we keep on coming back.
And no its not for the good feeling it supposably gives us, its the fact that if we dont go back to it we end up a lonely trick without a ho.

But COFA is not a whore, thank god. Its filled with beautiful std clean chicks woot!
My philosophy teacher is on drugs trips balls every lecture.
My Art History teacher retells his erotic fetishes for barbed wire.
My tutors also dab in the esh, how ever they dont share, damn!

StUN was fun, i got smashed and made alot of drinking buddies.
Working with models is fun only if you sleep with them.
Might be getting a gig with club photography, if i do FREE ENTRY MUTHAFUCKAS!

Im on acid!

Peace!

I love Micky!

emily;

I'm in a good mood.

Today was my first EVER training session for Review. That's RIGHT. I GOT THE JOB. You have no idea how overly happy & excited I am. It was unbelievable. I mean, I rocked up 2 minutes late because I got lost (honestly, who the hell gets lost on Market Street?), and still managed to score a part time job at one of the prettiest stores in Sydney. I got to read some of the comments my interviewer made - i.e. "Yes, very sweet. Presentation - very good." haha flattery does so much more when it comes from someone you only talked to for fifteen minutes, and who's good opinion seemed utterly unobtainable. The only problem now is keeping it. Meh, I'll deal with that slight bump in my happy bubble later.

University is still progressively getting harder. My assigments suck.

I never knew friendships could be such a slippery thing. I keep those close to my heart with all the strength I have, but there's always that paranoia lurking that they're quietly disappearing. For me, a nicely placed sentence or the right words said when I need them the most, can make all the difference. So, just so you guys know - even though I'm always busy running around trying to do everything humanely possible in the short amount of time that I've got; and even though I don't call or see you as often, nothing will ever change what you mean to me.

Pathetic, but true. :)

x

emily;

I am shaped by the people around me.

Things to remember to do:

• Write an email to Chi Thu and Bac Hien containing pictures of beloved UTS etc.
• Start on assignments
• Buy Tim's birthday present
• Start on that other birthday present
• Buy new picks

I love my new acoustic guitar. <3>

emily;

That's it. I'm sick of feeling down just because I feel behind, just a tad bit dumber than everyone else, and extremely lost in most lectures. I give up on caring. I don't want to ever have another day like today (with the exception of hanging out with dear Jimmy, DAVO, Dizon, Uyen & Annie) again. Where's that Emily that's always bouncing around and smiling like a three year old at a petting zoo? I miss her.

There's no more you, so I'm reeling in my head from the clouds. I'm lowering my expectations on everyone and everything. I don't need good grades, I don't need to be good at Law. All I need, is to be happy.

Yeahhhh ...

Oh god, I've completely lost the plot haven't I?

emily;



jimmi,

Whats up sports fans, time for one of my overdue blogs/rants.
Lets see, holidays have ended, uni starts next week and love life is still stale.
So thats it!
And to those who want to pass judgment on others without valid reasons FUCK YOU!
Hope that helps Sally :)

Happy snaps from Antons and Mardi Gras below.

ENJOY!











emily;

It's been a weird week.

I would spill all my troubles onto this page, but I don't have the energy. I think Rosanna, Jam and Daisy lending me an ear today has been enough, but still ...

I'm stuck. Do I continue to be myself and somehow dig myself a hole in which people think badly of me, or, do I put a halt to being "ott-friendly" and hence, ultimately, stop being a friend?

To begin with, I was pretty annoyed. These people are supposed to be my friends. Friends which I have shared two years of highschool with, and with whome I have irreplacable memories of graduation and laughs. And yet, my so-called "reputation" is completely annihilated by a handful of bad mistakes and stories resulting in a case of mistaken identity. But then, I tried explaining why I was annoyed, and it just didn't seem so significant anymore. I couldn't channel my frustration into a string of words which made enough sense. Probably because I care about these people too much to actually be angry for long.

So I guess, I admit defeat. No more sharing of secrets. No more having fun just because I want to do something entirely for me, for once.

I am a saint, just like how you want me.