Monday, April 30, 2007
I think I may have burnt myself out over the weekend from working too hard. The internet was down all weekend, so I had to find other things to keep me occupied. Other than reading Mockingbird like there was no tomorrow, I managed to get all of my immediate homework done. Also made a good step in progressing through my History holiday homework, which continues to bog me down every hour spent on it.
I got my English speech results back today. I didn't do well. I suppose for an extremely last minute job, a 51% isn't that bad. I'm more disappointed that my manner during the speech didn't grab me anymore marks than I had received. I really thought I spoke well.
Somehow, the thought of how important the HSC is and how well I have to do and not screw all these assessment tasks up - it's completely absent from my mind. I'm just not focused right now. I'm so tired, and the next 3 weeks are already looking very busy.
Tonight was heaps productive. Hah! I answered one question from the Guide to reading Masselos: India's Freedom handout, and wrote the number "2" in the margin. I also sat there staring at the table for a good 15 minutes, aimlessly. Sigh. I desperately need to read Wuthering Heights or I'm going to fail the next English task.
I have soccer training tomorrow. That means waking up at 6.30 in the morning, rushing down breakfast and to Queens Park in the icy cold morning weather in my soccer boots, and 45 minutes later, running back up the hill to school and rushing myself through the shower and into tutor group in 10-15 minutes. I hate this.
It's times like these when I question myself: why the hell do I bother putting myself through these things!
Cheers.
PS. Feeling a bit like crap today. I'm going to bed in 20 minutes.
PPS. Atticus Finch is my new hero.
PPPS. Watched Babel. Very good movie.
I got my English speech results back today. I didn't do well. I suppose for an extremely last minute job, a 51% isn't that bad. I'm more disappointed that my manner during the speech didn't grab me anymore marks than I had received. I really thought I spoke well.
Somehow, the thought of how important the HSC is and how well I have to do and not screw all these assessment tasks up - it's completely absent from my mind. I'm just not focused right now. I'm so tired, and the next 3 weeks are already looking very busy.
Tonight was heaps productive. Hah! I answered one question from the Guide to reading Masselos: India's Freedom handout, and wrote the number "2" in the margin. I also sat there staring at the table for a good 15 minutes, aimlessly. Sigh. I desperately need to read Wuthering Heights or I'm going to fail the next English task.
I have soccer training tomorrow. That means waking up at 6.30 in the morning, rushing down breakfast and to Queens Park in the icy cold morning weather in my soccer boots, and 45 minutes later, running back up the hill to school and rushing myself through the shower and into tutor group in 10-15 minutes. I hate this.
It's times like these when I question myself: why the hell do I bother putting myself through these things!
Cheers.
PS. Feeling a bit like crap today. I'm going to bed in 20 minutes.
PPS. Atticus Finch is my new hero.
PPPS. Watched Babel. Very good movie.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Been craving the strangest thing one could ever think of concerning me lately. It's really weird. You'd think of all the people you know, I'd be the last one to have a craving for such a thing.
Sigh :x
I finally got to my History work. And let me tell you, it's slow. Extremely slow. I'm looking forward to this weekend. I can do homework marathons. History summaries, an English essay and continuous Maths study. Hopefully I'll be able to fit in a jog down to Bronte somewhere in my "busy" schedule.
School's been a bum. I got my Japanese exam back today - cheers to 84%. I did surprisingly well for not an awful lot of study beforehand. I'm short of 4% from the last exam I did (which was last year, and with not as many topics tested), which I'm slightly disappointed with. Oh well. I really can't complain.
To my surprise, overall results of the half-yearly exams (so far, not counting my English and Mod History results which will be my failure!) have been very decent. I suppose the only reason why I'm not very used to this kind of result is because I've never worked has hard as this before. Ah, possibly. I don't know. Meh.
I'm going to read Mockingbird now. I love it so much. DAMNIT ONLY 15 MINUTES LEFT.
Cheers!
PS. Soccer training tomorrow morning. 7am. Must be outside by ten to. Oh bugger.
Sigh :x
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I finally got to my History work. And let me tell you, it's slow. Extremely slow. I'm looking forward to this weekend. I can do homework marathons. History summaries, an English essay and continuous Maths study. Hopefully I'll be able to fit in a jog down to Bronte somewhere in my "busy" schedule.
School's been a bum. I got my Japanese exam back today - cheers to 84%. I did surprisingly well for not an awful lot of study beforehand. I'm short of 4% from the last exam I did (which was last year, and with not as many topics tested), which I'm slightly disappointed with. Oh well. I really can't complain.
To my surprise, overall results of the half-yearly exams (so far, not counting my English and Mod History results which will be my failure!) have been very decent. I suppose the only reason why I'm not very used to this kind of result is because I've never worked has hard as this before. Ah, possibly. I don't know. Meh.
I'm going to read Mockingbird now. I love it so much. DAMNIT ONLY 15 MINUTES LEFT.
Cheers!
PS. Soccer training tomorrow morning. 7am. Must be outside by ten to. Oh bugger.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
I wish my father would just get over the fact that I'm not going to do something big, and that I'm just average student. Nothing more, nothing less.
Yeah, back in Sydney, school's just whateverrrr, Ms Watkins was like whateverrrr and the weather's so miserable it makes me frown. Same old.
Except the exam results bit. I received my Biology and Maths paper today, and I'm quite pleased with myself overall, especially for Bio. I scored a lovely 80% for Biology, which is a really big improvement on my performances in Biology exams! This just shows that dot-points are the way to go for me. I got a square 75% for Maths. I'm not very proud of it though, I really thought I worked a bit harder than that. Perhaps a few marks more would've done the trick. But I deserved it. Just gotta work even harder next time!
I feel bookwormish. On Sunday evening, mum and I had gone to Bangsar Village to shop a little and visit the night market for some supper. After watching Infamous, I've been wanting to read Capote's In Cold Blood ever since. I'm so curious about the murder and how Capote's used fictional techniques on a non-fictional story. In the end, I didn't find the book at the bookshop - I'd found Capote's Breakfast at Tiffany's instead, which I felt a bit inclined to read, but I didn't want to trust myself on that. So while browsing the bookshelves of the Classic Literature section, I found Harper Lee's To Kill A Mockingbird and thought, Now this could be a good read! I'd learned that Lee was Capote's old friend and neighbour, and was largely influenced by Capote. So I bought it. Because I thought the book would be a really good one to look into. And also because it's one of those classics that you'll never forget. 'Sides, it was 10 ringgit cheaper than almost all the other books on the shelves of the store.
I'm not a big fan of books. When I was younger, I used to like reading alot though. Most probably only because all my friends loved to read, and I felt that I needed to read too. We used to have heaps of Enid Blyton books on our bookshelves and alot of mystery and crime fiction too (for the younger years of course). I knew after picking up mum's Star Wars novel that science fiction and fantasy was not for me. I hated remembering all those strange names. Especially in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I absolutely hated it. When I was in Year 8 or thereabouts, I realised that I'm a highly picky reader. I only like to read books that are non-fantasy related, and I had a liking for only a specific style of writing. I couldn't read something that I didn't like, obviously. I'd just put it down, even if it was a nice story (which I was sure of from reading the blurb, but the beginning just didn't do much justice anyway). That's still me, anyway. I'm very specific. I find books that are interesting, and pick them up to give them a read - but most of the time, I find myself putting them back down after boring myself out.
So far, so good with Mockingbird. It's going good. I'm praying that I finish the book, not like all the other times I pick something up, read a little bit and then put it back down and never touch it again.
Everyone's a two-faced bitch, right? Or maybe not everyone. But these people do exist, and they don't come rare today. I'm not willing to put up with any kind of two-faced attitude, especially if it's only to get their way with me. I've had enough of this kind of crap from a certain someone. If she ever talks back again to anything I do or say, even if it wasn't even meant for me to hear, I'm going to fscking crack.
And of course, no one really likes to see me crack and I know this for a fact.
Right?
Cheers.
PS. Tomorrow's ANZAC Day. I'm going to have a shower, do some Maths homework and hopefully some History (I give up). Then after, I'll pop in a movie to watch :) Maybe even start Heroes or Prison Break. Which one, which one...
Except the exam results bit. I received my Biology and Maths paper today, and I'm quite pleased with myself overall, especially for Bio. I scored a lovely 80% for Biology, which is a really big improvement on my performances in Biology exams! This just shows that dot-points are the way to go for me. I got a square 75% for Maths. I'm not very proud of it though, I really thought I worked a bit harder than that. Perhaps a few marks more would've done the trick. But I deserved it. Just gotta work even harder next time!
I feel bookwormish. On Sunday evening, mum and I had gone to Bangsar Village to shop a little and visit the night market for some supper. After watching Infamous, I've been wanting to read Capote's In Cold Blood ever since. I'm so curious about the murder and how Capote's used fictional techniques on a non-fictional story. In the end, I didn't find the book at the bookshop - I'd found Capote's Breakfast at Tiffany's instead, which I felt a bit inclined to read, but I didn't want to trust myself on that. So while browsing the bookshelves of the Classic Literature section, I found Harper Lee's To Kill A Mockingbird and thought, Now this could be a good read! I'd learned that Lee was Capote's old friend and neighbour, and was largely influenced by Capote. So I bought it. Because I thought the book would be a really good one to look into. And also because it's one of those classics that you'll never forget. 'Sides, it was 10 ringgit cheaper than almost all the other books on the shelves of the store.
I'm not a big fan of books. When I was younger, I used to like reading alot though. Most probably only because all my friends loved to read, and I felt that I needed to read too. We used to have heaps of Enid Blyton books on our bookshelves and alot of mystery and crime fiction too (for the younger years of course). I knew after picking up mum's Star Wars novel that science fiction and fantasy was not for me. I hated remembering all those strange names. Especially in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I absolutely hated it. When I was in Year 8 or thereabouts, I realised that I'm a highly picky reader. I only like to read books that are non-fantasy related, and I had a liking for only a specific style of writing. I couldn't read something that I didn't like, obviously. I'd just put it down, even if it was a nice story (which I was sure of from reading the blurb, but the beginning just didn't do much justice anyway). That's still me, anyway. I'm very specific. I find books that are interesting, and pick them up to give them a read - but most of the time, I find myself putting them back down after boring myself out.
So far, so good with Mockingbird. It's going good. I'm praying that I finish the book, not like all the other times I pick something up, read a little bit and then put it back down and never touch it again.
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Everyone's a two-faced bitch, right? Or maybe not everyone. But these people do exist, and they don't come rare today. I'm not willing to put up with any kind of two-faced attitude, especially if it's only to get their way with me. I've had enough of this kind of crap from a certain someone. If she ever talks back again to anything I do or say, even if it wasn't even meant for me to hear, I'm going to fscking crack.
And of course, no one really likes to see me crack and I know this for a fact.
Right?
Cheers.
PS. Tomorrow's ANZAC Day. I'm going to have a shower, do some Maths homework and hopefully some History (I give up). Then after, I'll pop in a movie to watch :) Maybe even start Heroes or Prison Break. Which one, which one...
Monday, April 23, 2007
Flying out this morning 10am. I have to be up in 4 hours and a bit from now. What a bother. Mum and I just finished watching Notes on a Scandal. And I must say, that was one fscking intense film. They didn't make it R-rated for no reason, too. It's so creepy, and to think that there are these kind of people out there, who are driven by absolute obsession to losing their minds. It's a great film, nevertheless. Here's another movie I suggest everybody watches. I mean, if you're into that intense kind of movies, do try to get your hands on this. Otherwise, if you're looking for a good light-hearted fun movie, steer away.
I sounded like a film critic just then. My bad.
Just trying to remember all the things I need to get done when I arrive in Sydney. I hope I'm not late back in the boarding house. I'd hate to be doing things in the dark.
See you on the other side!
Cheers.
PS. History homework STILL not complete. Also realised that there are Qs to be answered for all the material that hag has given us. That should keep me company on the plane.
PPS. I like helping people. I really do. I spent at least an hour or so just reformatting bitmap images to send to one of my favourite Daniel Craig sources. 163 screencaps of Infamous all together. I got credited too. Such a nice feeling to
I sounded like a film critic just then. My bad.
Just trying to remember all the things I need to get done when I arrive in Sydney. I hope I'm not late back in the boarding house. I'd hate to be doing things in the dark.
See you on the other side!
Cheers.
PS. History homework STILL not complete. Also realised that there are Qs to be answered for all the material that hag has given us. That should keep me company on the plane.
PPS. I like helping people. I really do. I spent at least an hour or so just reformatting bitmap images to send to one of my favourite Daniel Craig sources. 163 screencaps of Infamous all together. I got credited too. Such a nice feeling to
Sunday, April 22, 2007
"Well here's something for you to remember. I am not a character. I am a human-fucking-being."
~ Perry Smith (Daniel Craig), Infamous.
Some of the things said in that movie are just so powerful in words. I wish IMDB would post more than just what they have.
~ Perry Smith (Daniel Craig), Infamous.
Some of the things said in that movie are just so powerful in words. I wish IMDB would post more than just what they have.
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After having such a long day yesterday afternoon, most of which was spent catching up with Su-Yi (which was such great fun!), I got back home at about 11pm and was very much ready for bed. I felt the need to watch Infamous, however - so I switched off my laptop, had my shower, and settled myself down on the couch in the living room with my bottle of root beer.
Daniel plays Perry Smith, a convicted murderer.Murderer or not, I love him all the same.
It was absolutely amazing. It was just, out of this world! It's about Truman Capote and during the time when he was researching into his upcoming novel of the time (which turned out to be one of the greatest books ever written) In Cold Blood. I loved it. I mean, not just because Daniel Craig was in it, but because it was so well done. It really got me in tears this time, and the emotion within it was so strong. I was blown away. The performances by Toby Jones and of course, Daniel Craig were stunning. I mean, other than Daniel's black hair and black eyes, wow. And come on, Daniel sings and plays the guitar at the end. How wonderful, right?
Otherwise! Watch it! Just because it's "that other Capote movie" and it was after Phillip Seymour Hoffman got all those awards and rahrahrah, this movie doesn't deserve to be left in the middle of nowhere. It should be seen too. So if you ever get the chance, watch it.
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I've spent all day capping Infamous and other times just eating pineapple and moping around the house. My neighbour on the 39th floor who lives above my bedroom has made all the noise he can make to piss the arse out of me today. I swear he was dragging bodies and chains on his floor. What else could he have been doing otherwise!
Hopefully I'll get to go out later this afternoon. Possibly to the night market. I need to get some stationary and when I think about it somemore, maybe some other stuff to bring back. Right, toothbrushes! That's a start.
Off to get a life.
Cheers.
PS. Still haven't done my History essay. It's due on Tuesday. Should I at least attempt it, or just let Ms Watkins punish me?
PPS. On a lighter note, I had a dream of Daniel Craig last night. He was in his black swim trunks. Oh yes, the ones in Casino Royale. I was right in front of him, but I was far too afraid to say hello. I'm a shy person, ok? Give me a break.
PPPS. I've already made a note to myself about the above. NOTE: pop Infamous in the DVD player, watch, cry a river or two and then sleep almost immediately. Sweet dreams! ;)
Saturday, April 21, 2007
My trip to the land of sleep last night was delayed due to this 14-year-old boy, who lives in the room above mine. Again, it's not like you can't consciously tell if you're making too much noise or not. I heard running, and him dropping things on the floor continuously and moving furniture around. I swear, the next time he makes a racket I'm going to call the guards at 1am to complain. I wonder what his parents would say about that. Actually, they wouldn't say very much. Because they themselves are butterfingers. Just like their son.
Rae was and is not amused.
My back's soaking wet from tennis earlier this morning. And you know, everytime I sweat I think of Biology. We sweat as a response to the hot environment we are exposed to. The sweat is supposed to cool our bodies down so that we can maintain our internal environment at a balanced temperature (homeostasis!).
I take back all the times I said Biology sucked. It was really because of the teacher. Now that we have a new one, and finally follow the dot points, Rae is happy :)
Seeing Su-Yi for lunch today! Off to get ready now!
Cheers.
Rae was and is not amused.
My back's soaking wet from tennis earlier this morning. And you know, everytime I sweat I think of Biology. We sweat as a response to the hot environment we are exposed to. The sweat is supposed to cool our bodies down so that we can maintain our internal environment at a balanced temperature (homeostasis!).
I take back all the times I said Biology sucked. It was really because of the teacher. Now that we have a new one, and finally follow the dot points, Rae is happy :)
Seeing Su-Yi for lunch today! Off to get ready now!
Cheers.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Short and sweet. I'm making this short and sweet.
English - Essay wasn't set by Ms Knorr and I didn't bring my texts home.
Maths - New topic almost covered, Trig Functions and Exponentials revised. SUCCESS!
Biology - 4 pages of notes on Disease etc. OK!
Japanese - ... Nani? o_O FAIL!
M History - ABSOLUTELY NON-EXISTENT! MS WATKINS CAN JUST SUCK ON THIS.
Cheers.
PS. Catch is home, with a brand spanking new 120GB hard disk! Hurray! That's 40GB more of crap I can save!
PPS. The whole system restore thing has mucked up my Adobe PSP though. I'm very, very unhappy. They want me to re-activate it, but it's always turning up "unsuccessful". Damn it.
English - Essay wasn't set by Ms Knorr and I didn't bring my texts home.
Maths - New topic almost covered, Trig Functions and Exponentials revised. SUCCESS!
Biology - 4 pages of notes on Disease etc. OK!
Japanese - ... Nani? o_O FAIL!
M History - ABSOLUTELY NON-EXISTENT! MS WATKINS CAN JUST SUCK ON THIS.
Cheers.
PS. Catch is home, with a brand spanking new 120GB hard disk! Hurray! That's 40GB more of crap I can save!
PPS. The whole system restore thing has mucked up my Adobe PSP though. I'm very, very unhappy. They want me to re-activate it, but it's always turning up "unsuccessful". Damn it.
I wonder what's it's like to try something after years of not having any contact with the activity or thing. Like, swimming. The last time I swam was at Shaza's place, and I think it was her birthday in 2003 or 2004. That was 3-4 years ago. And I spontaneously jumped in with some friends. It still feels like I haven't been swimming in what feels like a lifetime. I remember swimming heaps though, when I was much younger. But the feeling of being under water, holding your breath, pushing yourself through beneath - it's all gone.
I haven't cycled in years, too. We used to own bicycles, back in the days when we lived in Damansara Heights in a house. My sister and I would go cycling around the neighbourhood. Up the super steep hill, and straight down hill, top speed around the corner and it'd be a slow rise up another hill. We'd remember all the houses with the noisy, loud dogs and the houses that looked creepy enough to be haunted. And the houses that our friends lived in. Somedays, my friends from other parts of the suburb would ride by, and we'd all go up to the shops to buy cheap Shandy (the lowest form of beer ever made. Heck, it doesn't even taste like beer!) - which we would all "sneak" to the nearby playground and drink it all. We thought it was so "rebellious" that we went to hide at the playground. I was in Year 8, thanks.
You know, memories. They just come back every now and again. I was thinking about the things I haven't done in a very long time, like swimming and cycling. And just wondered what it would be like to do them again - do I still have the experience and skill, or has it totally disappeared? I guess I'll never know till I try them again, right?
Catch's hard disk, in the end, had a problem. :(( So our IT dude offered me a 120GB harddisk (YAYZ!), together with the restoration of all the information on my old hard disk (DOUBLE YAYZ!), transferred to this new one. Phew. Fortunately for me, technology is absolutely amazing.
Bought heaps of DVDs today. I'm so glad. Now I won't have to go searching for Ugly Betty or Heroes episodes over the internet ever again! Let alone, WAIT an hour for every episode to completely download.
Oh, my skin doctor said what I thought was the weirdest thing to me today. He asked me how much I weighed, and well:
Dr : You don't remember if the meds were the 10g or 20g ones?! Ok, how much do you weight?
Me : Errrrrr...
Dr : 'Bout 47? 50?
Me : HUH? SERIOUSLY? HAHAHAHHA! (I was almost seen rolling on the floor, but I refrained)
Dr : *the most confused look on his face* ??
Me : Noooooo! I WISH!
Dr : Oh, really? You look like it though.
I felt very good after that. :) Hey, muscle is heavy, ok?
Cheers.
PS. Ugly Betty is so inspiring.
PPS. My belief is that, if I don't get my history essay done before school starts, it'll be all right. Because I can always do it when I'm back there anyway, when I'm completely focused. I mean, yeah, what is Ms Watkins going to do about my own "responsibility"? Punish me by giving me a detention (what good would that be to me? Will I really change?)? Send me to see Ms Powell, or even Mrs Stone (headmistress)? HAHA. I'm just going to say I didn't have the time. Oh, and maybe slip in the fact that as a teacher, MS WATKINS SUCKS.
I haven't cycled in years, too. We used to own bicycles, back in the days when we lived in Damansara Heights in a house. My sister and I would go cycling around the neighbourhood. Up the super steep hill, and straight down hill, top speed around the corner and it'd be a slow rise up another hill. We'd remember all the houses with the noisy, loud dogs and the houses that looked creepy enough to be haunted. And the houses that our friends lived in. Somedays, my friends from other parts of the suburb would ride by, and we'd all go up to the shops to buy cheap Shandy (the lowest form of beer ever made. Heck, it doesn't even taste like beer!) - which we would all "sneak" to the nearby playground and drink it all. We thought it was so "rebellious" that we went to hide at the playground. I was in Year 8, thanks.
You know, memories. They just come back every now and again. I was thinking about the things I haven't done in a very long time, like swimming and cycling. And just wondered what it would be like to do them again - do I still have the experience and skill, or has it totally disappeared? I guess I'll never know till I try them again, right?
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Catch's hard disk, in the end, had a problem. :(( So our IT dude offered me a 120GB harddisk (YAYZ!), together with the restoration of all the information on my old hard disk (DOUBLE YAYZ!), transferred to this new one. Phew. Fortunately for me, technology is absolutely amazing.
Bought heaps of DVDs today. I'm so glad. Now I won't have to go searching for Ugly Betty or Heroes episodes over the internet ever again! Let alone, WAIT an hour for every episode to completely download.
Oh, my skin doctor said what I thought was the weirdest thing to me today. He asked me how much I weighed, and well:
Dr : You don't remember if the meds were the 10g or 20g ones?! Ok, how much do you weight?
Me : Errrrrr...
Dr : 'Bout 47? 50?
Me : HUH? SERIOUSLY? HAHAHAHHA! (I was almost seen rolling on the floor, but I refrained)
Dr : *the most confused look on his face* ??
Me : Noooooo! I WISH!
Dr : Oh, really? You look like it though.
I felt very good after that. :) Hey, muscle is heavy, ok?
Cheers.
PS. Ugly Betty is so inspiring.
PPS. My belief is that, if I don't get my history essay done before school starts, it'll be all right. Because I can always do it when I'm back there anyway, when I'm completely focused. I mean, yeah, what is Ms Watkins going to do about my own "responsibility"? Punish me by giving me a detention (what good would that be to me? Will I really change?)? Send me to see Ms Powell, or even Mrs Stone (headmistress)? HAHA. I'm just going to say I didn't have the time. Oh, and maybe slip in the fact that as a teacher, MS WATKINS SUCKS.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Note to self: Forever Young (1992), the scene where Mel Gibson and Elijah Woods are in the treehouse "flying".
The people living above us, on the 39th floor - or to be more exact, unit 39-04 have been real bitches lately. Seriously, who could be so clumsy enough to drop things on the floor continually for 10 minutes? And who the hell has the right mind to slam their doors in the early hours of the morning? The walls are thinner that one thinks, and people do sleep! It's been driving mum and I insane. We'd be watching TV in the evening, and all of a sudden there'd be this loud running and jumping noise coming from above - and it goes on for at least 5 minutes non-stop, and then it ceases. It comes back, every once in a while. Mum thinks they're punishing us because we've just recently bought the unit from their landlords. What babies.
I'm so tired of people telling me I'm so fortunate to be back home. I've heard that story before, could you think of something else to make this small talk less painful? Alot of my mum's friends are always saying to me, "Wow, so lucky! You get to come home every holidays!" They start talking about money, too. "Expensive, you know! To fly home from Australia!" Some even have the nerve to discuss actual figures - "I think it's about - eh, Debbie, xxxx ringgit right? Yea yea, I think so lah!" Christ. There's this lady who plays tennis before mum's session in the morning every day, and she was doing this exact same thing to me. Telling me what I already knew - "Wahhhhhh soooo lucky to come home, hor? Even my own daughter comes home! Too expensive! I told her you just stay there lah!" She even had the nerve to compare me to her own daughter. "You know what she said to me? She'll pay off all the flights I've paid for her in the future!" - at this point, I was on the verge of giving her a backhanded slap with my racket. POINT IS?
To me, what it all says is that my mum loves me more than she loves her daughter - and she obviously misses me terribly, hence she doesn't think it's that much of a deal to bring me home as often. Selfish? No. Selfish is the fact that that very same woman had the nerve to ask me to buy her children expensive ang moh (white person) lollies from Australia. The money comes out of my own pocket money, which I have been saving up for the future. What a twat.
Cheers.
PS. Frou Frou rings of Grey's Anatomy.
PPS. Catch has gone away with our IT dude, who wanted to run tests on him to look for the problem. I'm praying hard that there's nothing wrong with the harddisk, and that it's just a virus affecting the computer which can be dealt with using an anti-virus program. Sigh.
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I'm so tired of people telling me I'm so fortunate to be back home. I've heard that story before, could you think of something else to make this small talk less painful? Alot of my mum's friends are always saying to me, "Wow, so lucky! You get to come home every holidays!" They start talking about money, too. "Expensive, you know! To fly home from Australia!" Some even have the nerve to discuss actual figures - "I think it's about - eh, Debbie, xxxx ringgit right? Yea yea, I think so lah!" Christ. There's this lady who plays tennis before mum's session in the morning every day, and she was doing this exact same thing to me. Telling me what I already knew - "Wahhhhhh soooo lucky to come home, hor? Even my own daughter comes home! Too expensive! I told her you just stay there lah!" She even had the nerve to compare me to her own daughter. "You know what she said to me? She'll pay off all the flights I've paid for her in the future!" - at this point, I was on the verge of giving her a backhanded slap with my racket. POINT IS?
To me, what it all says is that my mum loves me more than she loves her daughter - and she obviously misses me terribly, hence she doesn't think it's that much of a deal to bring me home as often. Selfish? No. Selfish is the fact that that very same woman had the nerve to ask me to buy her children expensive ang moh (white person) lollies from Australia. The money comes out of my own pocket money, which I have been saving up for the future. What a twat.
Cheers.
PS. Frou Frou rings of Grey's Anatomy.
PPS. Catch has gone away with our IT dude, who wanted to run tests on him to look for the problem. I'm praying hard that there's nothing wrong with the harddisk, and that it's just a virus affecting the computer which can be dealt with using an anti-virus program. Sigh.
Monday, April 16, 2007
HOMGYAYZ, ENTRY 200.
Finally, right? Yeah, it's been... well, it's been a good and long year and a half - and in that period of time, I've produced 200 entries. It's pretty pathetic, but at least I'm not regurgitating my daily schedule unlike others!
Cheers to the next 200 entries to come! :)
Cheers to the next 200 entries to come! :)
After giving up on trying to clean Catch up last night, I'd decided to leave him alone to rest before I try again. I'm really worried about him, and I really hope I can save him before it's too late.
Meanwhile, I'm back on my good old Frank (and for those who don't know, Frank is my old Compaq laptop. Oh, and I like to name my laptops). It's nice to be back, too. The keyboard's still intact except for that little "x" key, which has a strange DENT made by what appears to be my nail! My F1-F3 keys are still stuck down with sticky tape and my "Enter" key is still stiff. Ah, just like old times.
And speaking of old times, I was going through the folders I'd left on Frank from before, and I found heaps and heaps of photographs from Year 9 AISM days. There I am, sitting before hundreds of photographs of the final school days of AISM - wondering about what I was thinking and feeling at the time, what was happening during the time I took the shot... Things like that.
Meanwhile, I'm back on my good old Frank (and for those who don't know, Frank is my old Compaq laptop. Oh, and I like to name my laptops). It's nice to be back, too. The keyboard's still intact except for that little "x" key, which has a strange DENT made by what appears to be my nail! My F1-F3 keys are still stuck down with sticky tape and my "Enter" key is still stiff. Ah, just like old times.
And speaking of old times, I was going through the folders I'd left on Frank from before, and I found heaps and heaps of photographs from Year 9 AISM days. There I am, sitting before hundreds of photographs of the final school days of AISM - wondering about what I was thinking and feeling at the time, what was happening during the time I took the shot... Things like that.
It was one of those wacky BBQs of mine,back at the old house we lived in.
I found some photographs of people I used to talk to, too. Like this little girl, who at the time was in Year 2 or 3. And she used to annoy me so much, and vice-versa to her. I think she was in the student rep council with me, and we used to bug each other at the meetings. I sat there, thinking and thinking - what was her name? And you know, I couldn't remember. I still can't up to now. And it makes me some what confused - there she is, captured in a photograph from almost 3 years ago, and I can't even remember her name.
Me and Su-Yi. My "Pokemon" buddy from ourprimary school days.
It's all we play. HALO.Hell, we're still playing today.
It's weird, how time flies by so fast. All those times, having fun at AISM - the things that happened, the people that happened. It's all in the past, and captured in a timeless photograph. You get the feeling you want to go back. You know, to fix things up. All the mistakes you made, the mistakes you finally realised today - you begin to wish you could turn back time to fix it all up. To change it. But then, today and the now would not happen if you did.
Taken at the swimming carnival, 2005. As much as I'd love to go back to the past, relive the memories and fix all the mistakes - I'm glad to be here in the now. Everything in our past, makes us who we are today. Without tomorrow, there would be no now. It would be meaningless. All we can do, is look back and acknowledge the past for what it was. Maybe a smile, a bit of laughter at the idiotic things we did before. The things we, today, know alot more about than at the time.
Ah, time is such an amazing thing.
Cheers.
Ah, time is such an amazing thing.
Cheers.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
There's this billboard or some kind of partition around a construction site on our way out from Mont Kiara to Sri Hartamas, and on it there are a bunch of quotes. There's one that really stands out to me everytime we pass by.
"Surround yourself with people who will lift you higher."
~ Oprah Winfrey
Just sounds so much like something Anne-Marie would say to me.
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"Surround yourself with people who will lift you higher."
~ Oprah Winfrey
Just sounds so much like something Anne-Marie would say to me.
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It really does seem like I've been coming home by no earlier than 12am everynight. I'm always out with mum for dinner or some other function (like tonight was karaoke, with Shaz and her family with my uncle and his friends), and I'm obliged to stay and wait for her, until she gives in and tells me to go home. In a way, it's nice - I get a taste of mum's nights out; but man, I'm tired to sleeping late. I want to chillax. I haven't had many nights at home for quite a while!
Mum and I went shopping today, and ohhhh man did I spend alot of money. I finally bought a new pair of earphones. Pretty awesome ones, too. I got myself a pair of the Sennheiser CX 300 with added bass. It's excellent! The sound quality is absolutely superb compared to alot of other earphones I tested! I love it. How much it costed me, well, that I will leave disclosed. I used what was left of my angbao money, let's put it that way.
The music TRULY sounds better with you!Other than the earphones, I got myself a few tees from Topshop and some shirts from PDI for good prices. It seems like all the shops are having some sort of mini sale. And the PC fair is on Saturday, so all the electronic shops are having mega discounts and great deals.
Me and Shaz at Star KTV.I was so tempted to photoshop my stupid fat chin,
but unfortunately I lack that skill. :(((
Something terrible has happened to Catch (and for those who do not know, Catch is my laptop!), and I'm getting very very worried. He's feeling very sick. He's getting slower, and non-responsive at times. Hell, I opened up Adobe PSP about 8 minutes ago, and it JUST opened up completely. No, there is definately something wrong with Catch. I have a feeling he may have caught some trojans in his system. Damn those torrents! Why can't file sharing be done in peace? :( And space. He's running out of space. I'm trying to hard to free dear Catch of some gigs, but it's so difficult at the rate he's running at. Help. :(
I need a shower, I smell like smoke and Armani. More of smoke, but still a hint of Armani... anywaykthxbi.
Cheers.
PS. I also got a new haircut a few days ago. I actually forgot what it felt like to have REALLY short hair! Strange.
PPS. Daniel Craig shaved his head for his upcoming movie I, Lucifer (WHICH ALSO STARS EWAN McGREGOR, BEST COMBINATION EVER). I don't particularly like it. It doesn't suit him. But meh, Daniel's Daniel. I'll learn to love it. ♥
Damn it. I love a sharp-dressed man.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
I'm not sure I understand. Why are people so up-tight about going to university? I've really had enough crap about this from my father's side of the family. The moment I mentioned private college to them as my plans for life after school, all I get is gaping mouths and shock, and possibly even terror. Big deal?
Well, it's not that I don't want to go to uni. It's just the universities in Sydney don't offer the course I want to do! And even if they do, it's not as good as the hands-on kind of stuff you get from private colleges. They're just as good too. In 3 years, I can get a degree in a Bachelor of Design offered by a top-notch Melbourne university! Is that still not good enough?
No. They want more. Something like, law or medicine or some other big-ass course. Law's usually the one that brings in the WOWs. Graphics design does nothing. Advertising or communication does less. No one wants to know about what you draw, and how you draw. No one gives a crap. They might if you declare that you have plans to open a law firm, or your own hotel management. But no. Not for graphic design.
It hurts, to not be noticed for any kind of achievement at school in my family. No one asks me about how I'm doing at school, and usually when they do ask, I'll tell them - two minutes later, they'll be talking to my cousin about what he's going to do after school. Almost every dinner thing we have, or function for this side of the family, this topic comes up. It is amazing though, what my cousin's achieving at his school. He is like the epitome of our family, the first of my generation in our family to go overseas and the only doing doing the International Baccleurette. I'm obviously on the same bandwagon as he is, I'm in the same freaking year as him, for crying out loud. Still! No one cares. No one cares if you play in the school's top soccer team, or play in three different bands and with two different instruments. No one cares if you're part of the boarders' council, or how you've done at school in grades. Everything's about the nephew. The one who's very very decorated with prefectship and community award or something shit like that.
I've really had enough of this shit. It tires me, to feel so worthless. Sigh. I think a shower would do the trick.
Cheers.
"But why?"
"Why a private college?"
"Don't you want to go to university?"
"What's wrong?"
"Why a private college?"
"Don't you want to go to university?"
"What's wrong?"
Well, it's not that I don't want to go to uni. It's just the universities in Sydney don't offer the course I want to do! And even if they do, it's not as good as the hands-on kind of stuff you get from private colleges. They're just as good too. In 3 years, I can get a degree in a Bachelor of Design offered by a top-notch Melbourne university! Is that still not good enough?
No. They want more. Something like, law or medicine or some other big-ass course. Law's usually the one that brings in the WOWs. Graphics design does nothing. Advertising or communication does less. No one wants to know about what you draw, and how you draw. No one gives a crap. They might if you declare that you have plans to open a law firm, or your own hotel management. But no. Not for graphic design.
It hurts, to not be noticed for any kind of achievement at school in my family. No one asks me about how I'm doing at school, and usually when they do ask, I'll tell them - two minutes later, they'll be talking to my cousin about what he's going to do after school. Almost every dinner thing we have, or function for this side of the family, this topic comes up. It is amazing though, what my cousin's achieving at his school. He is like the epitome of our family, the first of my generation in our family to go overseas and the only doing doing the International Baccleurette. I'm obviously on the same bandwagon as he is, I'm in the same freaking year as him, for crying out loud. Still! No one cares. No one cares if you play in the school's top soccer team, or play in three different bands and with two different instruments. No one cares if you're part of the boarders' council, or how you've done at school in grades. Everything's about the nephew. The one who's very very decorated with prefectship and community award or something shit like that.
I've really had enough of this shit. It tires me, to feel so worthless. Sigh. I think a shower would do the trick.
Cheers.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
This weekend must've been the busiest I've ever had in a holiday. I've been out till at least 12am every night from Friday, and been waking up early for either tennis or a function. And funnily enough, I haven't had the chance to sleep in yet! That's a well-packed holiday, if you ask me.
Friday night was spent at this Austrian restaurant having dinner with mum, my uncle and his partner. After that, mum dragged me along with her friends for drinks. It was, as lame as this may sound, my "first night out". I have such a weak endurance when it comes to alcohol, as even more sad as that may sound. After my first glass of wine, and a glass of vodka&cranberry I was too tired to carry on. Goal in being eighteen: build an endurance to prevent self from being labelled WEAK.
I was at Az's birthday yesterday, a friend's girlfriend - I knew both of them from Year 8, and I've only met them twice in the entire lifespan of our friendship. It was good though, meeting other people, most of them being college students, one or two years older than me. I felt like such a social bug, and it felt good.
Sunday was spent out the entire day, literally. It was Shaz's brother's 16th birthday party, and mum and I were invited for lunch - and so we went. It was great to see everybody again, and the food was excellent. Straight after that, I spent the rest of the afternoon and night with my cousins and relatives. Caught up with dad, uncles and aunties and cousins - including my cousin Max, who I haven't seen in six years. The last time I saw him was when I was 12-years-old and in Switzerland. It was great seeing him after so long!
Friday night was spent at this Austrian restaurant having dinner with mum, my uncle and his partner. After that, mum dragged me along with her friends for drinks. It was, as lame as this may sound, my "first night out". I have such a weak endurance when it comes to alcohol, as even more sad as that may sound. After my first glass of wine, and a glass of vodka&cranberry I was too tired to carry on. Goal in being eighteen: build an endurance to prevent self from being labelled WEAK.
I was at Az's birthday yesterday, a friend's girlfriend - I knew both of them from Year 8, and I've only met them twice in the entire lifespan of our friendship. It was good though, meeting other people, most of them being college students, one or two years older than me. I felt like such a social bug, and it felt good.
Sunday was spent out the entire day, literally. It was Shaz's brother's 16th birthday party, and mum and I were invited for lunch - and so we went. It was great to see everybody again, and the food was excellent. Straight after that, I spent the rest of the afternoon and night with my cousins and relatives. Caught up with dad, uncles and aunties and cousins - including my cousin Max, who I haven't seen in six years. The last time I saw him was when I was 12-years-old and in Switzerland. It was great seeing him after so long!
Max and I at Bukit Bintang,before he left to the Kanye West concert. :)))
My cousin, Ji-shen, his friend Alex and I went up to Petaling Street to shop later that night. It was my first time being out in town at night. Oh, the feeling of being liberal and independent.
It's getting very late, or early to be exact - and I have to be awake for tennis at seven in the morning. We're having breakfast with Shaz, if she gets up after tennis. Otherwise, great. Nothing else happening tomorrow. I could use this opportunity to slack off. Take a nap, perhaps.
I cooked french toast on Sunday morning after disagreeing with yoghurt&cereal for breakfast. It turned out all right, actually. (:
Cheersss- *yawns*
PS. Finally got my very own credit card.Ah, to be eighteen.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
That's right, I'm home. And the funny thing is, I actually miss boarding :( I just miss the noise and yoghurt+raisin toast.
Our internet is the shiznit.
Cheers.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
ONE MORE TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!! ASDFGHJKLOHYEAH.
Ok. Maybe I didn't fail History. Or perhaps I did. Anyway, I thought it was OK. Could've have done so much better if I had put more study into India. I just regurgitated everything I knew about Gandhi and the satyagraha in the development of Indian nationalism onto 2 and a half pages. Hope it will steal me a few marks.
Stuffed everything onto my bookshelf. It's not usually this crowded.
Got back and started packing up my work station for the end of term. Ah, the advantages of Year 12! We don't have to pack every single thing up, which is fantastic! So then we won't have to spend hours on packing our room up and more hours on feeling super stressed out! Especially during the exam week, and most especially when you've got an exam (like me) tomorrow morning, which you haven't really prepared for! x]
Dad sent me an email today. It was some sort of test to see which hemisphere of your brain you are more dependent on, you know, are you more creative or more analytical. This was the first line of what my results read:
Ok. Maybe I didn't fail History. Or perhaps I did. Anyway, I thought it was OK. Could've have done so much better if I had put more study into India. I just regurgitated everything I knew about Gandhi and the satyagraha in the development of Indian nationalism onto 2 and a half pages. Hope it will steal me a few marks.
Stuffed everything onto my bookshelf. It's not usually this crowded.Dad sent me an email today. It was some sort of test to see which hemisphere of your brain you are more dependent on, you know, are you more creative or more analytical. This was the first line of what my results read:
Hehe, sweeeeeet. I'm "one of those rare individuals"! I feel unique.
All flights heading out from Sydney Airport have a new rule concerning items that take the form of liquid. We're only allowed a maximum of 100ml of liquid on board, let alone through customs, which I think is a great step to ensuring maximum security in air and on land - but blahhhh, it's so troublesome! What is 100ml of water going to do to rehydrate anyone in air? They even have a list of permitted liquids list: water (and other drinks, soups, syrups [who carries syrup on a plane?], creams (and lotions, oils, perfumes, sprays, gels, mascara), pastes including toothpaste, liquid-solid mixtures and other items of "similar consistency". Thank goodness my perfume is less than 100ml. And thank goodness my hand cream is, too. Oh, and they're making us check in 3 hours before our flight now. Well that's a plus ;) All the more reason to leave school early!
Flight's at 2pm, and I'm out of the boarding house at 10.30am after my Japanese speaking exam at 9am. And mmmmmmmmmmm I'm so excited, that I don't want to study for tomorrow's exam. But I have to. And I will - just - soon.
Much love from Sydney,
see you back in KL (:
Monday, April 02, 2007
With only two exams to go, the feeling of the end is overpowering my ability to study and work more. After the English speech, which I messed up a bit, but in the end turned out to be all right, I got back to the boarding house and plonked myself down for History study.
I didn't get anything done, in the end. Not till 2 hours later, when I really started to get things down onto Word, and back up to my brain. I think overall tonight I've done 2.5 hours of study, and yes mum, it's not enough.
I'm feeling very confident about WW1, but not about India. There are people to blame. Firstly, myself - for not listening in class (it's not like it's easy anyway! My teacher is an asshole). Secondly, my teacher, who simply cannot teach Indian history, let alone ANY history for the sake of Year 12s doing their HSC. All she's given us is notes, and just summaries after summaries and so forth. I'm so tired of reading through them, and listening to her read them out loud in class. What's the point right?
Ok, I'm starting to rant, and no, I don't want to do that. I'm going to bed now. My head is spinning and I'm just too angry to function right now.
Tomorrow, I fail my Modern History exam.
Let's hope that bullshitting will grab me a few marks.
Cheers...
Sunday, April 01, 2007
New layout. I was feeling a little tired of the fat Georgia typeset and white-ness of my basic layout before, so I thought I'd have a shot at tweaking a layout off Blogskins. Changed the photograph, comments section and spacing of boxes. I'm not too bad at HTML after all. Might change back if I don't like it. We'll see how things go.
Exams are almost over! Only 3 more to go, and I'm home!
Cheers.
PS. Oh, and Happy April Fools Day :)
