Thursday, May 31, 2007
We're only half way through the week and I'm flat out already. I'm currently just not in the mood so I'm going to make this short and sweet.
First off, we had our alternate athletics carnival yesterday - and God what a waste of time that was. Thank goodness that it was our last one (ever)! All that time at the carnival was spent stoning on the stands, acting as a pillow for various individuals (including Jude and Kathy), chatting absolute nonsense with everyone, looking out for a certain someone (ehhhhhehehe), attempting to read Ms Watkins' Cold War hand-out and other small things that just don't matter. I spiked my hair up and drew stripes on my arms to make myself look like some sort of animal - I ended up looking like a liger (lion + tiger). Will upload pictures as soon as I get them off Jude. (PS. also had the Year 12 vs staff tug-of-war. We won!)
Secondly, Kathy and I had our very first pilates personal training at Fitness First yesterday after the carnival. It was exhausting. Who ever thought that stretching and bending and breathing would tire you flat out? It was good, nevertheless. The pain will pay off, I always remind myself. I had the best sleep after that. Went to bed at 10pm and immediately fell asleep. It felt great.
Thirdly, I learned a new song on the guitar. I thought it was worth mentioning (how ever irrelevant and small it sounds!) because Somewhere Over the Rainbow sounds so damn pretty on electric :)
Fourth, we had our second dose of HPV vaccine (2 out of 3) today. It took me one hour just to get mine done, too. Mrs Wilson (our head of boarding, who is really our guardian) had signed the majority of boarder's cards for consent, which apparently wasn't enough to convince one of the nurses who were there. So she sent all of us (I reckon there were at least 7 of us) to the reception area to get our cards faxed back home or to our guardians to get it signed by them. It was so gay. I got it anyway, and that's that. My arm hurts now, from both pilates training and the injection. I hate needles, by the way.
Fifth, I've been trying to study hard for Maths on Monday, but I really don't think I'll put off a wonder act this time. I'd have to sleep late every night doing Maths. I'd have to put in heaps more hours into what I'm giving now. Thing is, I can't afford it. I'm so tired that all I want to do is sleep.
I'm going to start work now. Sigh. I'm sleeping early tonight. My body's exhausted.
Cheers.
PS. I haven't continued reading Capote's In Cold Blood in so long. Tonight, maybe. Tonight. I must finish it so I can start reading Salinger.
PPS. This entry has become longer than I had expected. Short and sweet - my ass.
PPPS. Ewan and Charley have arrived in Africa. God speed, boys.
PPPPS. HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY TO SARAH :)
First off, we had our alternate athletics carnival yesterday - and God what a waste of time that was. Thank goodness that it was our last one (ever)! All that time at the carnival was spent stoning on the stands, acting as a pillow for various individuals (including Jude and Kathy), chatting absolute nonsense with everyone, looking out for a certain someone (ehhhhhehehe), attempting to read Ms Watkins' Cold War hand-out and other small things that just don't matter. I spiked my hair up and drew stripes on my arms to make myself look like some sort of animal - I ended up looking like a liger (lion + tiger). Will upload pictures as soon as I get them off Jude. (PS. also had the Year 12 vs staff tug-of-war. We won!)
Secondly, Kathy and I had our very first pilates personal training at Fitness First yesterday after the carnival. It was exhausting. Who ever thought that stretching and bending and breathing would tire you flat out? It was good, nevertheless. The pain will pay off, I always remind myself. I had the best sleep after that. Went to bed at 10pm and immediately fell asleep. It felt great.
Thirdly, I learned a new song on the guitar. I thought it was worth mentioning (how ever irrelevant and small it sounds!) because Somewhere Over the Rainbow sounds so damn pretty on electric :)
Fourth, we had our second dose of HPV vaccine (2 out of 3) today. It took me one hour just to get mine done, too. Mrs Wilson (our head of boarding, who is really our guardian) had signed the majority of boarder's cards for consent, which apparently wasn't enough to convince one of the nurses who were there. So she sent all of us (I reckon there were at least 7 of us) to the reception area to get our cards faxed back home or to our guardians to get it signed by them. It was so gay. I got it anyway, and that's that. My arm hurts now, from both pilates training and the injection. I hate needles, by the way.
Fifth, I've been trying to study hard for Maths on Monday, but I really don't think I'll put off a wonder act this time. I'd have to sleep late every night doing Maths. I'd have to put in heaps more hours into what I'm giving now. Thing is, I can't afford it. I'm so tired that all I want to do is sleep.
I'm going to start work now. Sigh. I'm sleeping early tonight. My body's exhausted.
Cheers.
PS. I haven't continued reading Capote's In Cold Blood in so long. Tonight, maybe. Tonight. I must finish it so I can start reading Salinger.
PPS. This entry has become longer than I had expected. Short and sweet - my ass.
PPPS. Ewan and Charley have arrived in Africa. God speed, boys.
PPPPS. HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY TO SARAH :)
Sunday, May 27, 2007
It's been more than a week since I last spoke to mum over the phone. In that last phone call, she was expressing how she was so tired from helping her friend cater for something like 200 people in three nights, and I was telling her about how I've been really busy with school. I was telling her about how I keep things to the last minute and I was pretty much rambling as I do when I'm stressed out, and she stopped me and said, "Look Rae, I'm sorry but I just don't want to listen to this right now. I'm just really tired and I just want to rest..." I felt so, I don't know, rejected, unloved, irrelevant - so I quickly said goodbye and hung up. That was the last time I spoke to her on the phone. I said to myself right then, with tears tracing the outline of my cheeks, that I would never call her again.
One week has gone by, and I've sent a couple of smses to her, including a quick hello over MSN. I still want to talk to her though - tell her all about my week; how my History presentation and Biology prac test went; my soccer matches; what's up at school. Stuff like that. But I fear that I'll be put down again. Silly, I know.
I've been trying to study hard for Japanese this weekend, in prep for tomorrow's assessment task. It's been difficult. I just can't go through more than an hour straight doing Japanese revision. And the worst thing about this is that competition is driving me. There's this girl in my class who I absolutely disagree with in terms of the way she studies. I believe that success comes from a balance of hardwork and fun. It can't just be study study study and no fun inbetween, if you know what I mean. I had a good think about it, and noticed that this other girl didn't really have any close friends in the boarding house - let alone, the school. I wondered, is it her choice or did it just happen that way, and that's why she has so much time to concentrate on studies and less (maybe even none) focus on a social life? I can't go through one weekend without contact with friends. I just can't.
I've been so focused on trying to "beat" her on the ranks in class, that it has driven me into a very bad habit. But I realised this, while studying today - I will never be able to pass her this way. Not this way. It's possible, to pass someone's rank without hardcore persistence in studies and lack of a social life. And here, I found that I'll never pass her because I'm not like her. I used to think that I could be someone like her, but it's just impossible. This is why I want to prove to myself, that hardwork and a healthy social life trumps her study-through-the-wee-hours-of-the-night and no-friends-no-fun-school-life method.
Let's hope I pull tomorrow off. Ganbatte, onegai!
Cheers.
PS. Met Ew-Jun yesterday afternoon. We both walked from one end of the city (Central station) to the other (The Rocks) and back. It was great catching up :P and exploring the city together.
PPS. Lost this weekend's soccer match 1-0, but we're somehow still in the semi-finals. I semi dived yesterday, trying to grab hold of the ball, which I sorta did but this girl came up me and tried to kick it out of my arms. I had no idea what was happening (although she was supposed to get a yellow card and all I got was a free kick) but from what I heard after that, as many around me said, "OHMYGOD DID YOU SEE THAT GIRL KICKING RAE? SHE WAS ALL OVER HER, OHMYGOD!" I didn't actually feel anything. Heh.
One week has gone by, and I've sent a couple of smses to her, including a quick hello over MSN. I still want to talk to her though - tell her all about my week; how my History presentation and Biology prac test went; my soccer matches; what's up at school. Stuff like that. But I fear that I'll be put down again. Silly, I know.
I've been trying to study hard for Japanese this weekend, in prep for tomorrow's assessment task. It's been difficult. I just can't go through more than an hour straight doing Japanese revision. And the worst thing about this is that competition is driving me. There's this girl in my class who I absolutely disagree with in terms of the way she studies. I believe that success comes from a balance of hardwork and fun. It can't just be study study study and no fun inbetween, if you know what I mean. I had a good think about it, and noticed that this other girl didn't really have any close friends in the boarding house - let alone, the school. I wondered, is it her choice or did it just happen that way, and that's why she has so much time to concentrate on studies and less (maybe even none) focus on a social life? I can't go through one weekend without contact with friends. I just can't.
I've been so focused on trying to "beat" her on the ranks in class, that it has driven me into a very bad habit. But I realised this, while studying today - I will never be able to pass her this way. Not this way. It's possible, to pass someone's rank without hardcore persistence in studies and lack of a social life. And here, I found that I'll never pass her because I'm not like her. I used to think that I could be someone like her, but it's just impossible. This is why I want to prove to myself, that hardwork and a healthy social life trumps her study-through-the-wee-hours-of-the-night and no-friends-no-fun-school-life method.
Let's hope I pull tomorrow off. Ganbatte, onegai!
Cheers.
PS. Met Ew-Jun yesterday afternoon. We both walked from one end of the city (Central station) to the other (The Rocks) and back. It was great catching up :P and exploring the city together.
PPS. Lost this weekend's soccer match 1-0, but we're somehow still in the semi-finals. I semi dived yesterday, trying to grab hold of the ball, which I sorta did but this girl came up me and tried to kick it out of my arms. I had no idea what was happening (although she was supposed to get a yellow card and all I got was a free kick) but from what I heard after that, as many around me said, "OHMYGOD DID YOU SEE THAT GIRL KICKING RAE? SHE WAS ALL OVER HER, OHMYGOD!" I didn't actually feel anything. Heh.
Friday, May 25, 2007
We finally got our school photographs back yesterday. Oh, it was good fun. Pushing through the crowd trying to get my folder and my name ticked off by Ms Powell (my best friend). After much struggle, I had my first glance at the result. I thought, hey I don't look half as bad! Thank goodness I got my hair right this time round. The last two years were horrid, so I'm feeling quite content with what I have this year :)
Class of 2007Muck-up photo ;) Can you spot me?
Got my History results back. I was so surprised upon receiving it in the form of a small orange folder piece of paper with my name on the outside, and a big 15 on the inside. It was marked out of 20. Pretty damn good for a half done job, I ought to say. But still! It does not mean that every last minute job will be fine - because it's not! (Excuse that last sentence. That was just me talking to myself.)
I've been having alot of dreams about Ms Knorr, my English teacher lately. It's strange. After handing in my Module B essay on the Ham-man and Ros & Guil, I've had two dreams of her on consequetive nights! The first was her telling me that the English department could not return my essay or the feedback to me because I handed it in too late - which is weird, because what kind of stupid reason is that? Anyway, last night (the second time) she was acting like me during my shit days - moody, pissy and very "OH YOU KNOW WHAT... ahnevermindgoaway" kind of attitude (Yes, I'm very much like that when I'm super moody). She got all angry because people were making noise and then she settled down and finally gave us an essay on Wuthering Heights (which I must write in reality due Monday) to complete in one hour. She then took my paper (I carry around a stack of paper in this plastic folder to keep my paper needs fulfilled throughout the day) and handed it out to the class, which made me quite upset because it was my paper and I paid for it. So I shouted at her, and she turned her head away like a little child and my paper was returned to me in one piece less. Strange.
Oh, and last night I had a dream about Ewan and Charley. We were all on a journey, in some far-off countryside. Sort of like their time in Kazakhstan (spelling?) and Mongolia. We painted our horses together with whiteboard markers. Ewan's design was particularly interesting (just stripes). And Claudio (their cameraman) was there to erase the marks on the horses with some device. Strange.
OH AND WAIT, Daniel Radcliffe was in my dream too, last night! It was while performing in the play Equus about horses (HMM!). He was drunk. Very drunk. Again, strange.
I better get into the shower now. Been back from the gym for the past 3 hours and I haven't had a shower. Ewww Rae!
Cheers!
PS. Bio prac assessment task went OK. I think I messed up big time.
PPS. My "phantom" readers are so shy! Please say something. A word or two. It's not too hard!
PPPS. Been in and out of the gym in the past week. It's great, don't get me wrong - but JesusfsckingChrist I'm tired!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
I finally finished my English Module B essay on Hamlet and Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead last weekend, and handed it in two days ago. Last night I had a dream that Ms Knorr told me she couldn't return my English essay and feedback back to me because I handed it in far too late (I'm actually one month overdue!). Let's hope such a thing doesn't happen, because I really need that feedback.
I've decided to have a go at Billy Blue 2007 scholarship competition. Upon hearing about it, I figured straight up that I wouldn't be cut out for such a thing. I don't do an art or design course now, and I don't think I'm all that creative anyway - so what was the point, right? My friends said otherwise, and I compromised with myself. The brief is to design a logo, and then apply it to three different products - a website, a survival bag and a calling card. What the heck, I might as well give it a go! And if I get lucky, I'll win a $30,000 scholarship! :) It'll be fun anyway. Give myself a chance to practice my design skills again after so long.
All this hype and interest in graphics design has put me into this trance. I find myself doodling more, and trying to find some kind of appreciation of my artwork or, random doodle shit. There is a growing want for a new laptop - one that will feed my creative needs such as illustration and photoshop and everything else. And the MacBook Pro calls out to me. I'm so entranced by its beauty, no joke - as geeky as that may sound. It's too bad it costs a bomb, though! I need to encourage my dad to get me one. I'll probably need to prove it though. Damn it, I must study.
I have a Biology practical assessment task tomorrow. Most probably the last one we'll ever have. I don't think I'm completely covered for it, but I think I'll be all right. It's worth a whopping 30%, and that's what scares me most - yet, I'm still not super worried about the whole task overall. It's coming to me as just another task to sit through. It'll be all right. Nothing to worry about. No. Just get in there and kick ass... right?
I seem to be allergic to something. Soap, perhaps. Lux soap to be more specific. Otherwise it's my towel. Or my moisteuriser. I'm having such a bad allergic reaction to something! My skin is literally morphing into scales, and it really itches. People have pointed out that it is merely excema, but I like to think of it as an allergic reaction to soap. Nothing more, nothing less.
I've been hitting the gym heaps more. My Korean friend, Kathy has been hit by some kind of inspiration to lose weight (which I don't think she really needs to do, because she's so small and so skinny as she is already!), so we'd decided to go to the gym together three times a week - Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. Hopefully, we'll be fitting an hour of pilates in there soon, which will be heaps good too! Other than keeping fit at the gym, soccer's been meh. I haven't been to a single training session since I left the first team. Been far too lazy.
Watched Spiderman 3 last weekend. It was the shit. Honestly, I didn't understand what the hype was all about - it was such a waste. What was up with all the emoness? It got too far, I reckon. So if you haven't seen it yet, don't. Just buy the movie or borrow it off a friend if you can. Save your money for this week's Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End. Mm, yes.
Better get to studying now.
Cheers.
PS. Did I mention before that I finally got Capote's In Cold Blood? The chapters (four in total) are heaps long. I really want to get up to the part where he interviews Perry and Dick, damnit. I don't want to know about what the stupid Clutter family does on weekdays! (Although, it's been a great read! I still can't understand how Capote synthesised journalistic and novel techniques on this story!)
PPS. Does anyone here have a Livejournal account? Just curious to know. Cbox me, plzkthx. :]
PPPS. I did my guitar improv performance last week. It was awesome, besides the fact that my ears got red hot after hitting a few dud notes and messing up a bit. Ahhh I need to control the blood that rushes through my head! (HEHE JUDE)
I've decided to have a go at Billy Blue 2007 scholarship competition. Upon hearing about it, I figured straight up that I wouldn't be cut out for such a thing. I don't do an art or design course now, and I don't think I'm all that creative anyway - so what was the point, right? My friends said otherwise, and I compromised with myself. The brief is to design a logo, and then apply it to three different products - a website, a survival bag and a calling card. What the heck, I might as well give it a go! And if I get lucky, I'll win a $30,000 scholarship! :) It'll be fun anyway. Give myself a chance to practice my design skills again after so long.
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Everybody, meet my dream notebook.
All this hype and interest in graphics design has put me into this trance. I find myself doodling more, and trying to find some kind of appreciation of my artwork or, random doodle shit. There is a growing want for a new laptop - one that will feed my creative needs such as illustration and photoshop and everything else. And the MacBook Pro calls out to me. I'm so entranced by its beauty, no joke - as geeky as that may sound. It's too bad it costs a bomb, though! I need to encourage my dad to get me one. I'll probably need to prove it though. Damn it, I must study.---
I have a Biology practical assessment task tomorrow. Most probably the last one we'll ever have. I don't think I'm completely covered for it, but I think I'll be all right. It's worth a whopping 30%, and that's what scares me most - yet, I'm still not super worried about the whole task overall. It's coming to me as just another task to sit through. It'll be all right. Nothing to worry about. No. Just get in there and kick ass... right?
I seem to be allergic to something. Soap, perhaps. Lux soap to be more specific. Otherwise it's my towel. Or my moisteuriser. I'm having such a bad allergic reaction to something! My skin is literally morphing into scales, and it really itches. People have pointed out that it is merely excema, but I like to think of it as an allergic reaction to soap. Nothing more, nothing less.
I've been hitting the gym heaps more. My Korean friend, Kathy has been hit by some kind of inspiration to lose weight (which I don't think she really needs to do, because she's so small and so skinny as she is already!), so we'd decided to go to the gym together three times a week - Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. Hopefully, we'll be fitting an hour of pilates in there soon, which will be heaps good too! Other than keeping fit at the gym, soccer's been meh. I haven't been to a single training session since I left the first team. Been far too lazy.
Watched Spiderman 3 last weekend. It was the shit. Honestly, I didn't understand what the hype was all about - it was such a waste. What was up with all the emoness? It got too far, I reckon. So if you haven't seen it yet, don't. Just buy the movie or borrow it off a friend if you can. Save your money for this week's Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End. Mm, yes.
Better get to studying now.
Cheers.
PS. Did I mention before that I finally got Capote's In Cold Blood? The chapters (four in total) are heaps long. I really want to get up to the part where he interviews Perry and Dick, damnit. I don't want to know about what the stupid Clutter family does on weekdays! (Although, it's been a great read! I still can't understand how Capote synthesised journalistic and novel techniques on this story!)
PPS. Does anyone here have a Livejournal account? Just curious to know. Cbox me, plzkthx. :]
PPPS. I did my guitar improv performance last week. It was awesome, besides the fact that my ears got red hot after hitting a few dud notes and messing up a bit. Ahhh I need to control the blood that rushes through my head! (HEHE JUDE)
Monday, May 21, 2007
I'm alive and well. Now the question is, are you?
I've been wondering everytime I come by to check my tagbox, where has everybody gone to? Raeville feels frighteningly dormant. I blog. I do blog. Does anyone ever come here anymore, or did I miss out on a big party elsewhere? Or am I just boring everybody out with my stupid graphics and unexplained feelings?
Say something. I don't care who you are. I mean, I just want to know if there are people who still come here - otherwise I might as well just shut this whole place down. I mean, what's the point, right - if I have no readers. It'd be like talking to a wall. I mean, I intend to inform my friends on what has been happening in my life away from home. That is the purpose of my blog.
This is hopeless. Just leave a message on my cbox if you still read. Otherwise I have wasted 10 minutes of precious study time on this stupid post of nothing.
I've been wondering everytime I come by to check my tagbox, where has everybody gone to? Raeville feels frighteningly dormant. I blog. I do blog. Does anyone ever come here anymore, or did I miss out on a big party elsewhere? Or am I just boring everybody out with my stupid graphics and unexplained feelings?
Say something. I don't care who you are. I mean, I just want to know if there are people who still come here - otherwise I might as well just shut this whole place down. I mean, what's the point, right - if I have no readers. It'd be like talking to a wall. I mean, I intend to inform my friends on what has been happening in my life away from home. That is the purpose of my blog.
This is hopeless. Just leave a message on my cbox if you still read. Otherwise I have wasted 10 minutes of precious study time on this stupid post of nothing.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
I typed out a nice long wonderful entry about how fantastic my day had become after all my assessment tasks and other little things and then I had to go tell Judy and Jenny to keep it down in the bathrooms because Ashleigh and Melissa was trying to go to sleep and then I stormed back in and tripped on some wires and oh snap the power on my computer switched off. FUCK.
Yeah was having a good end of the day. Got my hair cut. Finished a video presentation for Mrs Wilson. Completed two assessment tasks including the impossible (at the time) History speech.
Fuck this I'm going to bed.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
I think what I really need is to make myself happy. I haven't treated myself to anything eversince I got back for Term 2 in Sydney. I haven't treated myself for a really good meal yet. I haven't treated myself to a new music CD yet. I haven't gone shopping for a new jacket yet. I haven't met up with any of my Malaysian friends yet.
I haven't done anything for myself. And it's showing detrimental results to my well-being.
Cheers.
I haven't done anything for myself. And it's showing detrimental results to my well-being.
Cheers.
Note to self//
do something for yourself for a change.
do something for yourself for a change.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Mum is definately the word.
Happy Mother's Day.
I hope everyone has done something thoughtful for mum today.
Cheers :)
PS. So screwed for History & English,
but I don't really give a damn.
PPS. Excuse me for all the picture posts today.
I got a little creative :3
PPPS. I fucking miss my mum.
And they're off.
Ewan ♥ and Charley are off on another adventure.
Their previous journey took them around the world,
this time they're going the long way down
through Europe and right down to Cape Town in Africa.
Two men. Two bikes.
And one awesome adventure.
All the best guys.
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gonna roll up the side walk
gonna tear up the ground
comin' round to meet you
the long way round.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Guh.Watched Casino Royale again.
Somebody please buy me the DVD Enduring Love.
I think I would love you so much.
Oh, Daniel. ♥
Heathcliff is a fscking maniac.
Should it worry me that I'm not feeling incredibly stressed out as I usually am over an assessment task due on Monday, which I haven't actually completely prepared for?
PS. I'm actually glad I moved down a team in soccer. I counted all the goal saves I made today, and it turned out I saved about 10. We tied 1-1. The one goal was made by this girl in shiny, red boots and with the eyes of such great determination, it gave me shivers down my spine. The ball missed my block by an inch or two. Oh well :]
PPS. I wore my contact lenses to the game today. Took me 30 minutes in the morning though. I think my eyes were just tired. It turned out to be so fortunate of me. The first goal I saved was kicked in my face (again), only it didn't hurt as much and I could see perfectly fine after that. Wahahahaha!
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Note to self//
giving up is only for the weak.
giving up is only for the weak.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I snagged this off from Balqies' blog :) Music surveys are funfunfun!
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RULES:
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
-> Gazelle City - the pillows
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR
PERSONALITY?
- Trouble with Dreams - The Eels
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
- I Want You - Rachel Yamagata
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
- Paper Boats - Nada Surf
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
- No Buses Acoustic (Live X Atlanta) - The Arctic Monkeys
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
- The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore - James Morrison (eh!!!)
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
- All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
- Beyond the Sea - Robbie Williams (true that though!)
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?
- I am the Walrus [Live] - Oasis (OH YEAH!)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIE?
- In the Mood - John Williams & Boston Pop Orchestra (Err...)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
- I Want You To Want Me - Cheap Trick (wahahahaha hey!)
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
- Time is Running Out - Muse
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
- I Want to Hold Your Hand - The Beatles (ehhh)
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
- Symbol in my Driveway - Jack Johnson
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
- She's the One - Robbie Williams (hahahahah yeah right!)
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
- Rush - the pillows (a tad jumpy, but that's cool)
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
- The Masterplan - Oasis (damnnn that's good)
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
- Turn me on - Norah Jones (... srsly?!)
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
- Come Out and Play - The Offspring
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
- Dearly Beloved (Reprise) - Kaoru Wada
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
- Thirteen - Ben Kweller
WHAT SONG WILL BE THE SUBJECT WHEN YOU
REPOST?
- First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes (!!!!! whoaaaaa)
Cheers.
PS. Sports carnival was cancelled. How gay. I was going to go as a liger (stripes and one wild mane) because the theme for Year 12 is jungle. So yeah. I had nothing else to go as. :]
PPS. I have an ingrown toenail. It hurts big time.
PPPS. I got moved down a soccer team. It kinda sucks, but on the bright side I no longer have to do morning training sessions and run up the hill etc etc etc and my game on Saturdays start at 9, which means I get to sleep in. Hip-hip-hoorayyyyy.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Excuse me for the dormant state of my blog. I've been very caught up with other things (namely, Heroes all freaking weekend it's so damn awesome ohmygod help me), and haven't really found the time to stop and blog.
We had our HPV vaccinations last Thursday. If you know me well, by now you'd be wondering - how the hell did I pull through and why the hell would I put myself through it if the vaccinations were not compulsory. Mum said the vaccinations were free, so I might as well take it. I was brave about it though, very unlike me! I even jumped the queue because my friends were arguing over who should go first. When I got there, on the chair next to the lady who was going to put a needle in me, I was surprisingly at ease. I suppose it was because I didn't want people to look and listen at me curse and squirm around. I had to look brave. Because brave is cool. It didn't hurt anyway. Not until the woman actually injected the contents of the syringe into my arm. And for the rest of the day, my arm was numb.
We have the worst Maths substitute for Mr Jones, who is badly injured, we've been told. The sub's name is Mr Politis. Jude and I were so curious to know of where he is originally from, so I took the liberty to Google his name :x From my "research", I'd found many websites of Turkish origin. So I figured, he's either Turkish or Egyptian (as he told us a "funny" story about him being in Egypt and something about the number 7 and 8 looking so very similar). Anyway, he's horrible. I actually miss Mr Jones. Our Maths class has got to be the most insecure one in Year 12. If there's a slight change in method or style, the class freaks out and starts becoming super agitated with the teacher. We're so used to Mr Jones and his simple ways and slow, hobbling around the class, his menopausal mood and typed out notes, that anyone else far more complex and different to that is just too far out of the ordinary for our brains to comprehend. I do, however, feel very fortunate for having had Maths tutoring back home during the Easter holidays. I've covered well past Logarithmic functions to survive the week without Mr Jones. Let's just hope he comes back soon. I've had enough of Mr Politis' irrelevant, scribbly ways and his stupid natural log graphs that take up a whole fuckin' whiteboard. I mean, it's not like we're unaware that the graph will NOT touch the y-axis because it's an asymptote. Stupid ass.
I have two assessment tasks next week! English, which I have decided to fail because I have lost all hope in the subject; and Modern History, which I think I could do all right in (I might fail at the rate I'm working at right now!). Next week, I also have an In-House Concert performance on the guitar, which I totally saw coming from my guitar teacher the moment I sat down for my class last week. So I'm going to have to pick up on a whole bag of confidence in a week to show off my improvisation skills. I still honestly think I sound lower than a noob. Melissa keeps saying I don't, but I think she's lying to make me feel better.
All I've been thinking about this week is Billy Blue. I'm so excited about it. It's something new, and exciting. I compare it with my daily school life everytime I think about it. Oh, how I would love to learn how to draw and use computer programs to do it too! The fact that it's new, and so totally different, just makes me want to drop out of school and get straight into it. That's when I bring myself back into reality. I've come all this way, and dropping out of school is something I even consider. All the money spent on education, and wasted - gosh, what would my parents think of that? Especially my father. Why, he'd disown me and never speak to me again.
Maybe I'm just tired of school. It's coming to the point where I just don't care if I fail this or that. It's more like, oh dear look at that D, I guess I'll just do better next time rather than OMGNOOOOOO LEAVE ME BE I'M GOING TO CRY IN A LITTLE CORNER. I mean, this final year does not dictate my future, why should I spend so much emotion and time and energy on feeling depressed about a bad score? There's so much more to life than the final year. And to me, I just can't wait to get out there and explore all those other possibilities.
The weather in Sydney sure doesn't have AUTUMN written all over it. It's more like SPRING. What the hell is going on with the weather?
Better get back to my notes on Wuthering Heights.
Cheers.
PS. Athletics carnival this Thursday. I'm doing my part for my house by throwing a shotput in the morning. Go Bronte House, yayz.
PPS. Mum's birthday is this Saturday 12/5. Goddamnit I wish I was there to celebrate with her.
PPPS. FINISHED MOCKINGBIRD LIKE A WEEK AGO OMGLIEKTEHBESTBOOKEVER. Atticus Finch is my hero.
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We had our HPV vaccinations last Thursday. If you know me well, by now you'd be wondering - how the hell did I pull through and why the hell would I put myself through it if the vaccinations were not compulsory. Mum said the vaccinations were free, so I might as well take it. I was brave about it though, very unlike me! I even jumped the queue because my friends were arguing over who should go first. When I got there, on the chair next to the lady who was going to put a needle in me, I was surprisingly at ease. I suppose it was because I didn't want people to look and listen at me curse and squirm around. I had to look brave. Because brave is cool. It didn't hurt anyway. Not until the woman actually injected the contents of the syringe into my arm. And for the rest of the day, my arm was numb.
We have the worst Maths substitute for Mr Jones, who is badly injured, we've been told. The sub's name is Mr Politis. Jude and I were so curious to know of where he is originally from, so I took the liberty to Google his name :x From my "research", I'd found many websites of Turkish origin. So I figured, he's either Turkish or Egyptian (as he told us a "funny" story about him being in Egypt and something about the number 7 and 8 looking so very similar). Anyway, he's horrible. I actually miss Mr Jones. Our Maths class has got to be the most insecure one in Year 12. If there's a slight change in method or style, the class freaks out and starts becoming super agitated with the teacher. We're so used to Mr Jones and his simple ways and slow, hobbling around the class, his menopausal mood and typed out notes, that anyone else far more complex and different to that is just too far out of the ordinary for our brains to comprehend. I do, however, feel very fortunate for having had Maths tutoring back home during the Easter holidays. I've covered well past Logarithmic functions to survive the week without Mr Jones. Let's just hope he comes back soon. I've had enough of Mr Politis' irrelevant, scribbly ways and his stupid natural log graphs that take up a whole fuckin' whiteboard. I mean, it's not like we're unaware that the graph will NOT touch the y-axis because it's an asymptote. Stupid ass.
I have two assessment tasks next week! English, which I have decided to fail because I have lost all hope in the subject; and Modern History, which I think I could do all right in (I might fail at the rate I'm working at right now!). Next week, I also have an In-House Concert performance on the guitar, which I totally saw coming from my guitar teacher the moment I sat down for my class last week. So I'm going to have to pick up on a whole bag of confidence in a week to show off my improvisation skills. I still honestly think I sound lower than a noob. Melissa keeps saying I don't, but I think she's lying to make me feel better.
All I've been thinking about this week is Billy Blue. I'm so excited about it. It's something new, and exciting. I compare it with my daily school life everytime I think about it. Oh, how I would love to learn how to draw and use computer programs to do it too! The fact that it's new, and so totally different, just makes me want to drop out of school and get straight into it. That's when I bring myself back into reality. I've come all this way, and dropping out of school is something I even consider. All the money spent on education, and wasted - gosh, what would my parents think of that? Especially my father. Why, he'd disown me and never speak to me again.
Maybe I'm just tired of school. It's coming to the point where I just don't care if I fail this or that. It's more like, oh dear look at that D, I guess I'll just do better next time rather than OMGNOOOOOO LEAVE ME BE I'M GOING TO CRY IN A LITTLE CORNER. I mean, this final year does not dictate my future, why should I spend so much emotion and time and energy on feeling depressed about a bad score? There's so much more to life than the final year. And to me, I just can't wait to get out there and explore all those other possibilities.
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The weather in Sydney sure doesn't have AUTUMN written all over it. It's more like SPRING. What the hell is going on with the weather?
Better get back to my notes on Wuthering Heights.
Cheers.
PS. Athletics carnival this Thursday. I'm doing my part for my house by throwing a shotput in the morning. Go Bronte House, yayz.
PPS. Mum's birthday is this Saturday 12/5. Goddamnit I wish I was there to celebrate with her.
PPPS. FINISHED MOCKINGBIRD LIKE A WEEK AGO OMGLIEKTEHBESTBOOKEVER. Atticus Finch is my hero.
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Edit//
Never ever ever ever ever EVER wear your specs to soccer training
or a game. NEVER. EVER.
And wear your contacts more often.
It helps to know which one to put into which eye too.
Never ever ever ever ever EVER wear your specs to soccer training
or a game. NEVER. EVER.
And wear your contacts more often.
It helps to know which one to put into which eye too.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Mum's birthday is soon. I wonder what I should get for her...
