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"It could be a sweet dream, or a beautiful nightmare. Either way I don't wanna wake up" ~ Beyonce
I always knew i never wanted to see your freggin face again. Little did i know, the one place i would see it would be in my sleep. In that dream, you embraced me, you told me you love me. And i asked you to repeat it, so you did. You asked me to be with you, and you held me in your arms. For a long while, we didn't say anything. Just gaze into each others eyes said a thousand words. Although in that dream we remembered the problems we had with each other, we didn't care, that forgiveness was unsaid, cause we knew, love overcame everything else. The weirdest part was, i didn't feel like punching you or puking. I loved every second of it.
Too bad, dreams never come true. Instead, in happens exactly otherwise. That means, i'll never see you. Which is quite a is relief to me of course.
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(Photographer: Terri.)
"Where are the men?" the little prince at last took up the conversation again. " It is a little lonely in the desert..."
"It is also lonely among men" the snake said.
The little prince gazed at him for a long time.
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Its another one of those days where you wake up to the pitter patter of the rain knocking on your french windows and your headache urges you to go back to sleep. But i being the disciplined Terri, gets my arse out of bed and takes a unusually long shower. Yes, i think i'm falling ill. And realising that my friend is mad at me is not getting me any better. Nothing on today, so i stay home put on a movie and sip my tea. Then boredom overcomes me and i decide to blog.
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I FINALLY GOT MY LITTLE PRINCE NOTEBOOK. Its freggin gorgeous i swear. So, one item is off the christmas/ birthday wish list. Heheh. But you guys can get me some Paul Mitchell hairspray. HAHA. Omg, i sound like a daym cheapskate.
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I'm off to try a song by Chopin (one of the greatest man to live) which is only possible cause my seriously lovely piano teacher lent me his book of Mazurkas. This project is gonna fail. HAHA.
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(Photographer: Me, duh)
I feel that i am oblige to say this or i won't be able to have a good nights rest.
Hypocritical doesn't even describe you shit arses. When others criticise my dressing, you stand up for me, saying it is nice as it is. Next thing i know, you tell me i shouldnt dress like that. I shouldn't dress so maturely, i am only fourteen, dont forget my age. Well earth to you shyt faces, I know i am fking fourteen and im absolutely proud of it. The fact is, whatever i wear i look old, even if i go naked (who am i kidding? I look even older naked..). Its none of your fking business what the hell i wear even if its stilts and a fking clown suit. Its got nothing to do with you whatsoever. Criticising my dressing is already bad enough, so dont criticise my friends' dressing. None of us will wear nike slippers and 'little miss sunshine' tee shirts just to look like what you want us to look like. We wear what we want where we want to, so if you shyt arses dont have anything nice to say, then shut the fk up, especially if i didn't ask for your fking opinions.
Ps. You shouldnt criticise people's dressing when yours looks like a cow just had bad sushi and puked on you.
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| Sometimes, i like to close my eyes and believe i'm alone in a little planet/ asteroid together with the Little Prince and his dear rose. We would watch the sunset together and i'll watch him clean his volcanoes while i sip on my pina colada. We'll water his flower and put it under its glass. When we're bored, we'd visit other asteroids and meet new people. Most importantly, we won't be so lonely anymore.
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This post is actually a notice for Christmas wish. Heheh. I want a LITTLE PRINCE NOTEBOOK  I really do. Like so badd. And im so afraid when i go get it, its gone. The thing is, i cant find the shop. Im not kidding. You may have heard of this place- Art Friend- BUT I HAVEN'T. And im freggin not pulling your leg. I was suppose to get Cheryl a ruler from there (heheh...) but couldnt find the effin shop. Well if you do find the shop, get the Little Prince Notebook for me would yea? heehee.
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Sydney was a blast.
So this is my itenary.
DAY ONE: Saturday night fever.
Went to Bondi Beach for lunch. Saw plenty of hot guys there. And many uhm, topless ladayyes too. A bit too much for a meal. (As in, the sights lessened my appetite. Not me wanting to eat... well, you know what.)
During this trip we took alot of walks, cause the weather there was just glorious. Not too hot, Not too cold either. So whenever we had a free & easy on our itenary, we'd just take a walk around george street. On our way, we'd pass by a beautiful church- St. Andrew Cathedral. mostly half of the buildings are awesomely vintage. I reckon its cause their too blardy lazy to construct new buildings. Heh.
Darling harbour was also two minutes away from our place, so most meals we had were there.
DAY TWO: Falling stars.
Woke up at 7 plus that morning and headed down to Surrey Hills to attend church. HILLSONG church, that is.
Service was great. Really awesome. I could feel God's presence the moment i stepped into the church. And the word preached by Christine something (heheh) was really good. Even sister stayed up at that one.
After that we headed down to Rock's. Or so my aunt called. I wasnt really paying attention, i just followed the crowd. Heheh. I pigged out alot, not just at Rock's but the whole trip. I put on like two kilos. And im not kidding. Most of the weight came from gigantic strawberries covered with chocolate
DAY THREE: Lets get crazy.
This was shopping day. So we headed down to Oxford Street for some excitement and excitement we got. There were a feast of gays there and i realised it was gay street when i came home and told one of my friends. Heh. I caught sight of this very amusing shop there. Only when i read the name out loud i realised it was a store for alcohol. Heehee
After we got pretty restless, my parents headed back to the hotel while my sister and i scouted for a tea spot. On my way, i witnessed the last supper.
DAY FOUR: Scream it to the heavens.
We visited Blue Mountains on that day. It was really magnificent. We rode on the cable car with a glass floor and took a steep tram. It was really a awesome experience.
DAY FIVE: Mambo number sixty seven.
Today was another free and easy day. So that morning we headed to the Fisherman's Wharf for brunch. I swear on my life, I've never had better seafood in my life. The interesting fact about this wharf is that a family of mafias own it. Heheh.
Strawberry pig out fest.
A walk down Victoria Street was accompanied that day.
DAY SIX: Put your cigarettes out in my mascara.
That day was a beautiful day. Clear skies and the smell of wine greeted me that morning as I went to Huntervalley. This place is a valley of farms of vineyards. And right at that very place, Terri Tan had a proper lesson of wines. 
DAY SEVEN: Boogie down town in lacy socks and cowboy boots.
The last day of our trip was spent looking at cultural stuff. Heheh. We went to the not-so-famous Chinese Garden. This is a fake model of the palace in China. Not the Forbidden City, hell no. Its some other palace which name i didn't bother remembering. But it was really nice. Something you want your house to look like. Haha
Finally, how can we leave Sydney without checking out the famous Sydney Opera House?
LEAVING DAY: Your under arrest for being too sexy.
Finally home sweet home. Not that i didnt enjoy the trip or anything, but one can only have so much of racist, couch potatoes. The morning was spent in Paddington's Market in Oxford Street, which is opened every saturday btw, before leaving for the airport.
So that concludes the confessions of a fat ass on a holiday.
Next up, JAPANN!!!! WHEEEE. This trip would be my third time there. Now heres a place where you can never get sick of. WOO HOO!
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. After two freggin hours, i finally got there and got Claire, Samantha Thian and Mneo to bake pancakes for brunch