That random post was a huge success. I received many letters and SMSs in the last two days. It's amazing what one single post can do, just like that!

Obviously, if you did not catch on to my sarcasm, I didn't receive any emails/letters/SMSs. It's all right. You and I just haven't got the time to be bothered! :)

I have, undoubtedly, been busy to the bone. Assessments are lining up, and I keep delaying my reactions towards them. It's a bad attitude, but I'm just really caught up in work and other committments.

Clubs & Choirs is tomorrow. The interhouse choir and debate competition. I've been panicking over my guitar part for Bronte's version of "I'll Be There" by the Jackson 5. The chords give me hand cramps, which makes my hands weak throughout the song. I've been practicing night and day, trying to pick up some extra strength in my fingers and wrist, and hitting the right notes to produce the cleanest and almost perfect sound. It's difficult. I'm required to stand up while playing the guitar. I've never done this before, so I'm not at all used to holding bar chords and whatnot while standing up. I bought myself a beautiful black leather strap (which costed me alot, but in the end it was very much worth the money!) to use. Ohhhhhhhhh am I dead.

When people give me advice, I simply refuse to listen to them. I prefer to stand by my own values and attitudes towards an issue, than follow another's, which I am not familiar with - yet. However, when someone else ends up facing the same issue, I share with them the advice I was given, yet refused to completely take in. It's very hypocritical of myself to do this. Although, I do think about advice when I am given it. It stays in my head, and I ponder about it when it comes to mind.

When someone gives you advice, you should never throw it away. Advice is a favour, not, in a way, food. You don't feed someone with advice because they're starving and you feel sorry for them. You give advice because you feel that it will make a difference in their life or decisions.
Here's a bit of advice, Raeville readers. Don't throw away someone's advice. Keep it in a seperate folder for future research or investigation. Advice is simply valuable.

I have been trying to keep a positive mind on everything I hate. For example, my Monday TAFE classes, which require me to catch the 378 bus to Darlinghurst and take 8 minutes to walk to the school. The class, I think, is a complete waste of time. We hardly learn much, and everyone is very input-less. I call it hell.

On the bus, I don't talk to anyone (obviously). I sit and listen to my music. I have my own personal time-out on the bus, to and from SCEGGS (class). I keep reminding myself: don't see this class as hell, see it as just another class you don't want to go to. After all, it is just another class. Just like every other class I go to every weekday.

You know, we humans are such babies. We don't ever grow up. We age, yet our attitudes are able to stay infantile. We call places hell when we hate to go. I hate Maths, yet I chose to do it for the next two years. I say I can't play the guitar while standing up, yet I still do it and am going to do it tomorrow evening. I say I won't get my English assessment's visual aid done in time for Friday, but I'm already working on it and am going to finish very soon. It's funny how all of us continue to contradict ourselves, over and over again without realising it.

"I hate you!
Yet I don't know or speak with you."

It never fails to amuse me.

Cheers.
PS. I'll end this entry with some photographs I snapped from Sunday on Bronte Beach. Nommy took the one below.