never let me go

It's been quite a while since my last post. Eight months. A lot has changed since then. I'm a year older. Gossip Girl Season 5 has now ended. And McDonald's has introduced the new Sydney Stack in celebration of the Olympic Games. But on top of all that, being in year 12 has finally dawned upon me. Yes, it might be that sentimental Glee episode I am currently watching, but really, I think I'm both excited and scared for the coming year. Another set of exams is coming up soon yet I am burning precious time just sitting here. ATAR seems overrated. Despite the pressure placed on us, it really isn't the be all and end all. I'm probably most guilty of catastrophising and complaining but all in all, what is there at the end of this all. A high ATAR and maybe that law/med course? Its comforting to know though that even if I don't get a high enough ATAR, maybe there's more out there for me. There's more ways to be a doctor/a lawyer and more ways to get where you want to be.
On another note. The recent weather patterns has been rather well, unpleasant. So, to prep for the coldness, here's an outfit I would love (nevermind the holes in my wallet).

I've actually wanted a white blazer for ages. But haven't gotten around to it. And on top of that, it would probably get very dirty very easily. Hmm. #Firstworldproblems

Log onto tumblr, and looks what pops up as a picture on my dashboard just to make me feel like the biggest loser ever. My 'diet' and 'exercise regime' is sort of... well not even going on. Ate like a pig today with my cheesy toast brekkie, two bowls of rice/chicken/egg for lunch, then giant custard tart, shish kebab and a white Tim Tam to top it all off. Yeah, my beach bod is now non-existent, and my tummy is on the verge of being mistaken for a blueberry muffin. Yeah, I don't know how blueberries are compared to my tummy... but anyway. Fuar, swear, tomorrow will be the start when I start (attempt to) eating healthy and lose my monstrous flab. Seriously, gotta get a beach bod like some of those tumblr-famous babes.
Feeling angry at myself for not controlling my cravings, even though I'm not even hungry. It's more one of those impulsive 'I just want to eat for the sake of eating' cravings, and I guess it's partly due to my stress from not being able to do any physics, chem, bio, or maths papers cos I'm a failure like that. Like seriously wtbbq. Way to fail yearlies, Winona.
Seeing as I'm like the prime example of failure and unable to get fit, here's a list of what you shouldn't do.

1. Don't stalk up hot chicks on Facebook. It'll only make you feel even more shitty and like a failure, and loser and fattie and ugly than you already do.
2. Don't be lazy and lie in bed dreaming of your dream bod rather than getting off your lazy ass and actually going to do that morning run which you said you were going to.
3. Don't eat like a cow. That's right. From now on.. No more Tim Tams or unnecessary food. (That's right nothing but muesli bars and yoghurt)
4. Don't sit in front of a computer typing up shit. Go do something productive like exercising or studying.

should probably be studying

I think this is pretty applicable to me right now. Yearlies are three days away and yet I'm sitting here typing up on this long-deserted blog in the hopes that I will somehow be motivated to get off my lazy ass and study. Yeah nah.


I must admit this is probably the first set of exams that I've studied so little for in a while. Studied all holidays for half-yearlies, and now I'm under this impression that nothing I do right now will matter (woe be me when I don't even make the cut for 4unit), so I don't bother doing anything except lazily read through my notes and stalk cute guys online and ebay dresses.


Speaking of which, I need a semi dress. I keep finding new ones which I say that that will definitely be my semi-dress 'OMG DUDE, THIS IS TOTALLY MY SEMI DRESS. I'M SERIOUS THIS TIME' to which many people now reply 'yeah sure. thats what you said last time. and the time before that. and that.'. So maybe I have some commitment/indecision problems. But, aiming to preferably find a nice dress for a reasonable cost, which is an easier-said-than-done job.


My detox diet isn't really working. I promised myself I'd eat healthy and get nice and toned in time for semi-formal, but it just isn't working out. My body seems to be the same ol', and my mind just does not have enough motivation to ignore those juicy, greasy chips. Goodbye toned tummy and size 6/8 dresses.

a month-and-a-half long realisation

So after a rather long month-and-a-half long hiatus, I am once again back to be the heart and soul of my total of zero readers. Welcome back Winona I hear your myriad of voices shouting. Well thanks. So what's been up in my life? I could probably sit here and write about how bitter and disappointing my life has been, but I won't. My experiences recently have made me realise that there's a lot more to life than a mere prefecture of high school. I know many people are pulling hair out, shouting at school-aged kids across the road 'just casually' and expressing their general disdain at some particulars in the prefect body. But I can honestly now say that this is my suicide note. Jokes bro. Would never do that. (But really guys, congrats, all them haters gon' be hating)
I am currently bathing in the aftermath of a PISSS... (post InternationalScienceSchool syndrome in case you didn't know). Now, whilst the fascinating elements of particle physics & its interactive gluons and muons and assortments of quarks and their interaction may excite some to such an amass as one sixth of an orgasm, it utterly bored me to the core. I confess I slept through, or wanted to sleep, about 99% of those lectures that we were forced to attend. Activities were exciting (amazing race, oh yeah). I am not your usual nerd obviously. Here's a few points I learnt from my fourteen days staying at the Women's College:

• Hand Sanitise every opportunity you get. Before breakfast, after breakfast, at any lectures, activities, before lunch, dinner & also after
• NEVER EVER tell anyone you fell asleep during a lecture. Simply nod and agree and say something generic like 'Oh that lecture was so interesting, the neurons in my brain were firing like an extreme AK-47. Yeah....'
• If you ever get provided packed lunches, or recesses(biccies, apples, drinks), pull an AlexYip and remember to take several portions i.e. 8 Juice Poppers and/or 3 Chicken Baguettes
• If you need to take a shit in the dorm. Always, always lock the door to the bathroom. It's very awkward for anyone who is brushing their teeth to stand there for a few minutes listening to either silence whilst you hold your shit in or the loud gushing sound of your shit plonking into the toilet.
• Always remember your door card/lanyard (or get charged $2). Treat it as your life.
• If having to eat rice every day for lunch & dinner bores you. Try cereal. They provided at least 12 different types.
• Your bed moves a lot. Definitely not the place to bring a girl home. Instead, try the floor as a viable option.
• Stay away from the chick who doesn't wash their hands & licks whole tazos.

So, as you can see, I learnt a jolly lot from the ISS.

No, but in all seriousness. It was a great opportunity, and I'm very glad I was able to go. I miss all the friends I made, all the nights out to city (oh, btw, I can now play pool to a pretty good standard, aren't girls who can pool just the hottest?), and just chilling.

Anywho, here's some pics to keep your eyes at ease.

graffiti tunnel, complete with great memories. (Lez is a homo)

and here are some people who made me smile.

pastries on a platter

Shopping requires much energy to be used. With all that flicking through clothes, scampering to find a size 6 or 8 in the midst of larger sizes and battling out those crazy girls who would also like to grab that same size 8 pair of skinny jeans. I'd say the kilojules burnt off are asimilar to a few hours of passionate exercise with a cute boy. Or not. So after trekking for a good hour or so, I decided like any normal person, to grab a bite to eat.


What better than my favorite bread/pastry store located at the markets. Who can go past perfectly made chocolate crossaints, chocolate eclairs, apple turnovers and custard tarts? Mmmm, mouthwatering, drooling at even the sound. Best of all, you can grab all of these for $1.80 or less.

 Caramel Slice

 Chocolate Crossaint

 Vanilla Slice

Apple Turnover

sunday mornings

This blog has taken a long time to get up & running. And hopefully in that span of time, approached visitors (not many, actually) do not think this is a blog of nothingness, and just a pretty header.


So, after the ritual willing-myself-to-get-up-at-7am before going to mass, today I made myself detour and take a trip to the markets. Yes, the markets, the place where people hustled and bustled, where fruit-men in tank tops shouted overriding shrills of 'one dollar' sales over and over until the point where you didn't even know what the hell they were saying. But I was met with a slight surprise. The place was no longer packed with swarms of people as I remember, but was rather replaced with a sense of calmness and serenity. Whilst it made it a lot easier to stalk a cute guy working at a particular perfume store on his toilet break, it just wasn't the same.


There was no awkward touching in awkward places, or bumping into cute strangers. Heck, even slipping on random grapes and fruit added to the adventure. Maybe it was just at these particular markets, but maybe people are drawn away from the lack of allure. But there's something intriguing about shopping in a place that could pass off as a massive parking lot with its bubblegum-patterned floors, and kebab stores every few metres.


I did, however, manage to find myself a number of damn good deals at several clothing stores (bring on the unrivaled $5 clothing rack).

For those out West, Parklea Markets is the place to be. For those itching for somewhere to be on public holidays, they're also open most public holidays.