木、9月18日
This is the only picture I have of Thursday night where I am doing something positive. Albeit I look like a passed out drunkard in a random park but this was of me lying on the ground in pain as my legs gave way from underneath me. Kung fu warm up drills are ouchieee.The rest of my night was fucked up.
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木、9月18日

This is the only picture I have of Thursday night where I am doing something positive. Albeit I look like a passed out drunkard in a random park but this was of me lying on the ground in pain as my legs gave way from underneath me. Kung fu warm up drills are ouchieee.

The rest of my night was fucked up.

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水、9月17日
Busy busy BUSY day for Monn. Monn had to wake up early for her 09:00 class, take popping class, get surprise cakes from her shop for those two in the picture up there, and get her butt all the way back to the city with a total travel time of two hours.
     I am thankful to have high tolerance and support and generosity manifested as my boy who ran out of his photo shoot down at the studio to catch me as I hurriedly made my way to the train station. When I got to the cake shop my eagerly awaiting workmates questioned me on the whereabouts of my man and they weren’t to pleased with his late coming, but when he did show up they were very welcoming. In situations like this one would expect me to be the butt of all jokes, harassment, and topic of embarrassing stories yes? Close enough, although Monn does not regret.
     Back in the city and we were round three blocks down from uni when fate decided it wouldn’t be a party if everything went according to plan. As you can see, I had dropped the tiramisu cake. I was devastated for a number of reasons:
I had spent time, money and effort to have the delivery for the unsuspecting recipients
It was the cake for the man on the right. Who, incidentally, is the society president. And he was turning no-longer-20s
I DROPPED. THE MOTHERFUCKING CAKE.
And I was so close to the finish line
     The cake had landed flat on its bottom giving me the smallest pinprick of hope that the cake had kept its original, beautiful make. This was not the case. My boy and I laughed and laughed and laughed until I made the resolve of leaving the cakes and going home. The situation eventually reduced me to tears; embarrassing for me to stay, bothersome for those who noticed. My boy and my other friends made sure I wasn’t alone, made sure I wouldn’t leave.
     I didn’t. I ended up staying there, drinking my upsets away with mixes and one shot to top things off. I left the event better than when I had come to it, I have many people to thank for that.

水、9月17日

Busy busy BUSY day for Monn. Monn had to wake up early for her 09:00 class, take popping class, get surprise cakes from her shop for those two in the picture up there, and get her butt all the way back to the city with a total travel time of two hours.

     I am thankful to have high tolerance and support and generosity manifested as my boy who ran out of his photo shoot down at the studio to catch me as I hurriedly made my way to the train station. When I got to the cake shop my eagerly awaiting workmates questioned me on the whereabouts of my man and they weren’t to pleased with his late coming, but when he did show up they were very welcoming. In situations like this one would expect me to be the butt of all jokes, harassment, and topic of embarrassing stories yes? Close enough, although Monn does not regret.

     Back in the city and we were round three blocks down from uni when fate decided it wouldn’t be a party if everything went according to plan. As you can see, I had dropped the tiramisu cake. I was devastated for a number of reasons:

  1. I had spent time, money and effort to have the delivery for the unsuspecting recipients
  2. It was the cake for the man on the right. Who, incidentally, is the society president. And he was turning no-longer-20s
  3. I DROPPED. THE MOTHERFUCKING CAKE.
  4. And I was so close to the finish line

     The cake had landed flat on its bottom giving me the smallest pinprick of hope that the cake had kept its original, beautiful make. This was not the case. My boy and I laughed and laughed and laughed until I made the resolve of leaving the cakes and going home. The situation eventually reduced me to tears; embarrassing for me to stay, bothersome for those who noticed. My boy and my other friends made sure I wasn’t alone, made sure I wouldn’t leave.

     I didn’t. I ended up staying there, drinking my upsets away with mixes and one shot to top things off. I left the event better than when I had come to it, I have many people to thank for that.

aeroplanos:

shoot, this goes for everyone. it is so dang important to tell the ones you love that you do, in fact, love them.
every chance, every time.

"We Bought A Zoo" (2011)
My favourite movie of all time.

aeroplanos:

shoot, this goes for everyone. it is so dang important to tell the ones you love that you do, in fact, love them.

every chance, every time.

"We Bought A Zoo" (2011)

My favourite movie of all time.

(Source: leepacin)

土、9月13日

Watched my boy and his mates perform a popping routine at the unlikely kpop event hosted by the local studio. So refreshing to watch him dance as I almost never get to see him do so on stage because I am always busy with work and other things. If you wanna see the video, please check out the link below!

https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=10152252220631512&permPage=1

金、9月12日

Turns out the night wasn’t as bad as we all thought. Despite being extremely tired, sleep-deprived and stressed with uni assignments, I don’t regret attending an event I never planned on going to. UTS Hip Hop Society was only there for three things: to perform, to snag food, and to snag drinks.

     A surprise to me was that a friend had been making my cosplay outfit with the assumption that I had planned on going from the very beginning. I satisfied that assumption earlier on the day. The Haruhi Suzumiya costume I am wearing is hers and was only mine to borrow. I was asked to demonstate the Hare Hare Yukai multiple times and disappointed a lot of people that night, many were in disbelief that I hadn’t seen the anime yet had the nerve to cosplay as I did.

Fuck em (≖△≖✿)

水、9月10日
It was a night of stresses caused by the increasing pile of uni assignments and the desperation to see Flying Steps perform to classical music at the Red Bull Flying Bach event. Weighing pros and cons between the two, well you can where and how I spent the rest of my night.

水、9月10日

It was a night of stresses caused by the increasing pile of uni assignments and the desperation to see Flying Steps perform to classical music at the Red Bull Flying Bach event. Weighing pros and cons between the two, well you can where and how I spent the rest of my night.

I was made to rescue the remaining food we wouldn’t be able to sell from the potential wreckage that was the garbage pile; 22 cannolis and two savoury pieces. I was happy to take the cannolis because I would be traveling to the city for some group study with friends but I had no interest with the savoury pieces. I was contemplating on throwing them away as soon as I got to Central station as there were no bins on the train, and it was too risky to run out for a bin.

     But I decided to hold on to them a little longer, and glad I did. As I ascended to the top of the escalators out of the tunnels, I spotted a man with a sign. Yes another one, another homeless man. Difference with him was that he was not asking for money, rather he was asking for food made apparent with the one word: “HUNGER”.

     I slowed my pace, backed up a bit and rounded a couple passersby to get to him. All I did was say hello, ask for his name, shake his hand and drop the food next to him. I had plans to meet up friends at around 19:00 and I was already late (curse these all stops hour train rides), I didn’t stick around to chat. However, I am happy I met Richard.

火、9月2日
We weren’t so busy with customers and the bosses weren’t around so the girls were teaching me how to pipe words. It’s pretty difficult and a little frustrating but I managed to squeeze a couple of legible words. As a reward one of my workmates piped me my own sign.

火、9月2日

We weren’t so busy with customers and the bosses weren’t around so the girls were teaching me how to pipe words. It’s pretty difficult and a little frustrating but I managed to squeeze a couple of legible words. As a reward one of my workmates piped me my own sign.

I found it incredibly hard to sleep this morning. I wasn’t sure whether it was because my bed is naturally uncomfortable or that the… ‘situation’ I had beforehand preventing a good night’s rest. As much as I wanted out of the house, I would have rather stayed in bed than to be at work knowing the day had the potential to be infinitely better.

     On a lighter note, I walked home from the train station after work. Whenever I go walking around my suburb long after the sun has set, my paranoia and wariness of other walkers heightens; it’s scary. The man was a fair distance behind me but it didn’t help the fact that his pace was obviously quicker than mine. Maybe five minutes away from my house, he overtakes me, looks at me, and smiles. I politely return the gesture and take my earphones out.

Man: I’ll overtake you…
Me: Sorry, what was that?
Man: I’ll overtake you so you don’t think I’m following you. It’s that time if night, isn’t it?

I could only mutter back an absentminded “Guess so…”. It turned out the man was going down my street, this gave me a greater appreciation for what he had done for me. Before walking up my driveway I didn’t stop myself from shouting “Thank you!” to him as he cut through the park.

A seemingly boring and normal weekend takes an unfortunate turn as the almighty gods teach me a thing or two about my carelessness and overconfidence.

     So guys I lost a week’s worth of pay after my Sunday shift (approx $260). Rather than running around frantically while asking anyone and everyone if they had seen my wad of cash, I carefully traced my route back to the cake shop and looked around just in case. I found it pointless and a waste of time and energy to try the ‘Have you seen my’ around the place because let’s face it, “That person probably doesn’t need it anyway”.

     Monn was not a lucky girl. I called my friends and parents; my failed attempts to reach my boyfriend’s cellphone were just increasing my distress levels. What can a person say or do when presented that situation? Little I tell you, little.

     My friends offered to transfer money into my account so long as I’d give them my details, I thanked them but declined. My parents nagged me to come home and to skip out on the city for one night, but I refused. I told them that I preferred to rid myself of the cannolis I had in my bag, told them that I would see them later tonight, told them not to be too cross if I came home drunk. I cried myself halfway to the city and only stopped when I got on the train and slipped into a nap.

     There wasn’t a lot of people at the studio but enough for my cannolis to disappear. It seemed almost way too easy to start feeling happier again but I could’t really put it up debate, seeing those I loved and and loved to be around was my quick fix.

     The main reason I came out to the city was because a mate owed me a drink and I wasn’t about to this opportunity go to waste, I could hear one and only long island beckoning from afar.

     Or perhaps three long islands. I actually ended up drinking more than I had planned to and woke up with an unsettled stomach the next morning. But you know what else I woke up to? My work calling for me to come in as well as a couple of $50 notes beside my head. A series of text could only explain what I had tucked under my pillow other than a loose tooth:

Mum: That $200 was your compensation. You’re welcome. And I love you too.
Me: $200?! Thank you Ma! …But I only found $150 I will look for the other $50 when I get home.
Mum: What do you mean you found $150? I put $250 under your pillow, $50 for the train ticket.
Me: OH. OKAY WOW. THANKS MUM.
Mum: Stop you’re giving me a heart attack.

    Monn is not so unlucky after all.

prettysugarshallwe:

金、8月29日
Finally bought my first bottles of O.P.I nail lacquer for a nice price of $20.00 as opposed to the original $30.00. I shaped my nails for this moment! So excited to use them!

prettysugarshallwe:

金、8月29日

Finally bought my first bottles of O.P.I nail lacquer for a nice price of $20.00 as opposed to the original $30.00. I shaped my nails for this moment! So excited to use them!

This is one of my favourite things of all time. The story: my boyfriend’s sister sent him this text.

This is one of my favourite things of all time. The story: my boyfriend’s sister sent him this text.

Dana: Carlos, thank you. I may get to see my mother and my brother again because of you. You are a hero.
Carlos: I'm not a hero. I'm a scientist.

I am a person with a perfect life. I have no right to complain.