It's not about chicken or fish.
It's not about how big your house is.
It's not about getting A+.
It's not about a D cup.
It's not about his green eyes.
It's not about her long hair.
It's not about expensive shoes.
It's not about using big words.
It's not about spilt milk.
It's not about tomorrow.
It's not about what you have.
It's not about what you want.
It's not about your Enter score.
It's not about your salary.
It's not about your taste in music.
It's not about winning.
It's not about your limits.
It's not about somebody somewhere.
It's not about relationships.
It's not about love.
It's not about enemies.
It's not about the glass being half full.
It's not about the glass being half empty.
It's not about Genesis.
It's not about Armageddon.
It's not about the outside.
It's not about the inside.
It's not about the introspective.
It's not about the extrospective.
It's not about the retrospective.
It's not about the prospective.
It's not about who you were.
It's not about who you are.
It's not about who you'll be.
It's not about you.
It's not about me.



I don't know what it's about then. I feel like I can't take anything seriously anymore. I find it hard to care. That's probably not a good thing. I know I'm unhappy but I don't know why and I don't know how to fix it or even if I want to or can fix it. I say I so much but apparently it's not about me.







- Sunni emo

Antiques Roadshow. If you haven't seen it, you haven't started appreciating human potential. Seriously, how do those antique experts know so much? It simply boggles the mind, they are amazing. I might be biased though, I'm slightly addicted. Got addicted during exam time in those empty afternoons meant for cramming (I prefer to cram at night). Today there was this amazing collector's item: a mechanical swan clock. It was beautiful, I am currently lusting over it. One day I will have my own collection of unique antiques.

So, my random new phase aside, exams are over! Yay! I'd be a bit more enthusiastic if I hadn't failed maths and chemistry. But I'm not really crying over that either since I have my extended essay and world lit essay to begin with. *profound sigh* And it's really hot too. I have this analogy for my body in this heat. I am like roasted meat; after being baked in the Australian sun on high heat, I have to let my flesh rest in the shade for at least 5 minutes so that my juices(read: body fluids) can settle before I do anything else. Some say this is a pretty gross comparison.

Anyway, I bet you are all dying to know what I have done to celebrate end of exams. No you probably aren't. Well, I haven't really done anything anyway. Sometimes my friends and I do wonder if we should be more like ordinary teenagers and get wasted at parties, but instead we think more about nerdy things like working on our extended essays. Today was meant to be a holiday, but we went to our school physics lab anyway to help Bernie with the practical component of her physics extended essay.


As you can see, serious business going on here. A lot of technical equipment plus some food articles like honey and soft drink and also a few wine glasses and a violin bow. "What the?" I hear you say. Well, Bernie is investigating sound waves. Something about how the frequency changes depending on the density or temperature of the liquid it travels through. I'm sure there is some point to it but I never actually asked...


We had to do that thing which Sandra Bullock does in Miss Congeniality. The vibrations from the glass were rather hypnotic, the whole time it was like we were in a movie about UFOs and cornfields.


A lot of difficult calculating. *wink*


hmhm


We used my honey for the 'denser liquid'.


Cleaning up was a sticky job.


And then we found these lights which look like duck eggs.


I came up with a geeenius idea: draw a dot on the lights and you've got yourself a pair of Simpsons eyes!


Bernie thought it was pretty funny ---- until I realised the dots wouldn't wash off. I think the lights were important and new. Bernie is worried because it's her who does physics and she's the one who booked the lab...


But, all in a days work. We had burgers afterwards and talked about what kind of person eachother would marry when we grew up.

haha, what a girly thing to talk about. I decided Bernie was going to marry a dorky Jewish boy who worked for MSF(medicins sans frontier). I think that would be cute :)

Tomorrow is back to school. Will be getting exam marks back. Oww shit, wish me luck.

-Sunni

I get so used to things. I get so used to being 16 and can't believe that, not even long ago, I was 15. Change is something unfathomable; I can't believe it'll happen or that I'd ever accept it until it comes. I shouldn't take things for granted, but so often I do the opposite and anticipate a big turning point but am disappointed because it doesn't seem to come. The truth is, I WILL be 17 in a little over a month from now, but that doesn't mean an epiphany will fall out of the sky(as much as I would like one to). Things are changing around me all the time, but I seem to stay the same. I'll start saying "I'm 17" but it means the same as "I'm 16". I waste my life over thinking things and get no where. Come to me in a year's time and I'd probably be dishing out these same shitty thoughts.













I don't even know what I'm talking about. Don't listen to me, I'd probably just infect your brains.

- Sunni (stressing out)

I feel sorry for my computer. Really, I do. It used to just purrr, but now it sounds like it is wheezing. Everyone I meet asks me "What is that dreadful sound?" and every time I can only indignantly retort "It's my laptop. Do not judge us!" and that is why I have no friends and my computer is a piece of shit. When I grow up, I want to be a desktop computer with nice big monitor owner. I think the way I arranged that sentence makes it ambiguous, and implies that I want to be a piece of technology when I grow up.

I am stressed. But that doesn't make me want to subdue the stress by working, rather, it makes me want to do something unstressful which results in me being more stressed than before. My life is like picking your nose. The more you want to get that booger out the harder you'll dig your finger into your nostril and the deeper you'll push the wretched thing into your nose, making it even harder to pick out than before. Damn, I can't even make tasteful analogies which relate to my situation anymore. The other day I realised I'm pretty good at rhyming. It made me happy. Why the fuck? Unless I want to be a rapper when I grow up, being able to rhyme will give me no benefit. Stop being so damn happy or so damn sad for no reason Sunni! I should learn to be more apathetic, not everything has to conjure a certain emotion.

Tell me a tragic and sickening story about what happened to a girl who didn't ever do any work. I need to get scared so that I get motivated. Positive reinforcement does not work for me anymore. I need negative reinforcement. Telling me I'll be a doctor if I work hard is a load of shit(or booga, whatever tickles your fancy), what I need to hear is "Sunni, if you don't work hard, you will be one of those fat women with a lot of babies in strollers and dandruff in your badly cut hair. Or worse, you'll be one of those great people who have great dreams and visions but will never be able to make them come true because it's too darn late."

Regret is what I'm scared of I think.




- Sunni

What worries me the most is that I am supposedly 50% like Hitler and Charles Manson. Delightful.

What Pseudo Historical Figure Best Suits You? created with QuizFarm.com

You scored as Friedrich Nietzsche Well you're an egotistical maniac, and you are so very iconoclastic that you probably are currently lost in a post-modern Jupiter, I mean jungle of self-definition. Don't let it get you down though, someday, through a willful onslaught of reinterpretation of dated forms and ideas, you will strike on something that passes as remotely new, and people WILL be into it on the basis of how hip it is alone. Also, the average espresso drinker looks up to you. Friedrich Nietzsche 83% Dante Alighieri 67% Steven Morrissey 67% C.G. Jung 67% Stephen Hawking 58% Adolf Hitler 50% Charles Manson 50% Jesus Christ 42% Sigmund Freud 33% Mother Teresa 33% O.J. Simpson 33% Miyamoto Musashi 25% Hugh Hefner 8% Elvis Presley 0%

Right now I should be doing some sort of studying as I have exams this time next week. But all I can think about it is the small hairy guinea-pig that seems to have fixated itself onto Nietzsche's top lip. It is distracting me. As is the yearning for eating tinned apricots with yogurt while watching 2046. The amount of homework/assignments which I have to complete so that I have some kind of mark on my report is also stopping me from burrowing into my psychology book. And to top it all off I just wasted an hour on cutting my mum's 45 year old balding business partner's hair. Mum said I was good. The poor man was under the delusion that I knew what I was doing. I didn't want to make him uglier so I did my best and took my time. Now I have wasted about 2 hours of my life in the past two days cutting hair (I cut my cousin's hair yesterday and I'm pretty proud to be honest so I think I'll post a picture of my handiwork once he's having a good day and not looking stoned).

My maths tutor will arrive in 30 minutes so now I'd better do some revision before he arrives so that I have some questions to ask him. Afterall, parents aren't paying $890542 an hour for him to have afternoon tea with me.

Speaking of which, think I'll make myself some tea now.

Tata dears!

-Sunni

heat/stroke

It's getting hot, and what doesn't make sense to me is why the fires are at California when it's over 30 degrees here in mid-spring.

Yesterday I spent the day worried that I was gonna throw up. And then I went for a walk with Alana and we went in one of those spinning things at the park and I almost did throw up.


Lexie le chien est tres chaude. Elle est une 'hot dog'!


Return of the foot fetishist.


I like how the tanbark looks like water. You can see I am re-kindling my love for bokeh <3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjQZnYsBzlcy7BRn32DEYIpGeuLUsFu7kUrPAcdujVVE0dAeT-v4HNeXqNVlCKWuHIAXOmgDnwsdjeqwJxDYwtmU5Y0FybCUk_rGv8VdCyAxKR-qo8CuZIzZPovQqpD22XqzSEC6JvcU/s1600-h/spin.jpg">
This is taken on the spinning thing I was talking about. I had to sit down on the grass and hold my head for a while afterwards.

Then when I sat on the swing I felt like I was gonna throw up an organ so I went and sat down on the grass again.


Though you can see Alana was really going for it.


I still felt sick. So I went for a drink at the taps and it felt nice to have wet feet. (it was a very VERY hot day)


I am very prone to photographing daisies in springtime. And yea, I'm wearing green nailpolish. Probably the most unflattering colour for nails out there but meh.

I am so sick of spring now. It's just as hot as summer except without the choice of staying in the house the whole day eating icecream because school is still on. And exams aren't over so I can't even slack off.

Today I am meant to be writing a TOK essay and studying chem and psychology. But all I want to do is watch Mary-Kate dance.


Watch her go!

~ Sunni

wither must i wander

I like taking photos. I think everyone that knows of my existence knows that now. Actually, even those who don't know of my existence but saw my photo on some random site because someone posted my work there without my permission(I'm not complaining) can get the gist that the person who took the photo(me) likes to take photos.

I do not like mounting my photos. Today I got some very big cardboard and decided to attack it with a stanley knife so I could mount my photography for the exhibition. I used a ruler and a pencil and long division to make sure my calculations were meticulously precise before scratching into the cardboard. "Ok, I want nine 193.5mm x 124.5mm windows cut into these three 30cm x 100cm pieces of cardboard. 10cm from each end length ways and 87.5mm from each end width ways". I made sure the corners were right angles.

fast forward 50minutes

My white cardboard had black fingerprints on them because my hands were dirty from the ink which had spilled out of my pen during maths. My cardboard had 2 windows in them. Each with a prime number of cuts randomly hacked around the edge in an almost purposeful looking manner because there were so many. My arm is shaking like it's holding a polaroid picture and my nose inches away from the stanley knife. I am angry that I just cut 203.5mm instead of 193.5mm. My teacher takes a glance at my handiwork and gives me a sad look.

The thumb and forefinger on my right hand is still tingling eventhough it's been over 3 hours since I was using the stanley knife. And the worst part is, after consoling me for a while my teacher convinced me that although I was showing great feminist integrity in trying to mount something myself, I should now just give Jeff or Paul the measurements and let him do it. They can even do fancy 45 degree beveling.

Now that the rant is over, I'm going to share some nice things.


Crazy Yves Klein. And ofcourse, a moment after the photo was taken, he landed on the ground.


Works by a new artist I discovered Peter Callesen


He's a little bit amazing








I kind of wonder whether the expression is real

Kate Moss by Ryan McGinley


Nice painting of nice lady with nice butt.


Bonnie and Clyde <33 Did I mention that I at times wish I was American and had a boyfriend so that for Halloween I could be Bonnie and he could be Clyde?

I like random blog entries.

Cheers,

Sunni

kawaii

Much of what I do would make my parents squirm. Yesterday is a great example; I went to model for Katelyn's sister Cecilia's photoshoot as a 'harajuku girl' (inverted commas because I am leagues away from looking like one and i probably just looked like i was going trick or treating than anything else..but I'm sure the photoshoot turned out ok...) My grandpa(the cute one. actually the mean one aswell) would probably disown me or at least give me the cool shoulder for the rest of my life if he knew that I was pretending to be Japanese. I don't want to get all political here but I sort of understand why the majority of Asian countries hate the Japanese..

Anyway, moving on.

It was embarrassingly fun. You see, Katelyn basically tried to recruit as many Asian friends as she could, but none of the kawaii anime watching hello kitty loving girls wanted to do it. So it was just me, Mich, Kim and Dianne. A Chinese girl who people think looks like a boy and 3 white washed Vietnamese girls. We did our best.


This is before her extreme makeover.



Katelyn has 3 older sisters. So 4 girls between the ages 17-25. That amounted to the smorgasboard of dress up clothes. We were truly spoiled for choice.



Before long we were pretty comfortable in our new skin.



ehehe I made Katelyn take two shots of us like that. It's currently my desktop picture, I love the yellow wig I am wearing.



A pro studio and all. Very serious shooting of very silly models. I feel like a noob. And Michelle looks like a knob.



Michelle and Kim were flipping through some Japanese streetstyle books for inspiration.



Mich settled for commie pirate.



..and Kim tried to be a neon flower child. I don't know what I was...some sort of a technicolour schoolboy on holiday I guess.



Meanwhile Katelyn(who was an asian-wannabe back in year 9) was missing out big time. She's only pretending to be happy here.



All she really feels is longing and sadness.



We had 4 costume changes. She looks a bit fed up, but really it's just an illusion the glasses give.



This outfit is my creation. The orange top was just some stockings with a hole cut in the groin area(that sounds strangely S&M like).



Noodles.



And finally, the compulsary 'I am too hot for my leopard print Kyle from Southpark hat' shot.



Ok, and just one last shot of me in the joker hat.

I am more than a little excited to see Cecilia's photos. fjkdafdsa.


Hope you all did something fun this weekend.

Sunni (^^)