death

I've been so lazy updating my blog. There's actually no excuse for it because I was doing absolutely nothing over the period I was away for. So now I come back with a long blog post because I want to and I haven't written anything lengthy in a while.

Over the past weeks I've been well, doing homework to the last minute, making friends (I joke, I just talk to the small group of friends I already have), listening to my beautiful taste in music, playing games and many more time wasting activities that require the arduous actions of sitting down and twinkling my fingers on the keyboard.

So I decided to become at least a bit productive and from now on I shall make a moonchart and try my hand at music composition and art. Well, whenever I realise I've done nothing on my blog for ages, I promise the Internet something that I will probably never fulfill but at least I tried. (insert sticker here)

So that's all from me, I'll probably post more tomorrow when I'm not busy doing nothing but lazing around and wondering what to do and then have an epiphany about the content of my blog.

mochi

Note to self: Don't stay up until 2 am making mochi.

denial

... I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to go back to school.

daruma-otoshi

... this is what I have,
come up with in half an hour,
Mogami-gawa.

elbows

... Consecutive days of sitting at the computer has made my elbows all creaky. Maybe they need oiling. Maybe I need a better joke.

indoors

What's the point of having an indoor "outdoor garden"? The absurdities I encounter when I venture out into the outdoors. Or should I say indoors?

idleness

... Lately I've forgotten to blog. Since I was home doing nothing (and will continue to), surely I should be trying to update my lonely blog.

gaming

... I have had minimal lag whilst gaming on this computer. Despite the huge gaming advantage, I still suck. I guess some things aren't meant to be?

choke

... I have choked on my drink too many times today. I'm still coughing.

the three stooges

It's been a while since I've delivered a lengthy post. Nonetheless, here's my first movie review! Since I'm bored to death, I decided to write about a movie I watched today: The Three Stooges. I'm not much of a movie reviewer but I'll try my best to pretend I'm on "At the Movies"

To be perfectly honest, I'm not a fan of pure slapstick humour - I love my dry humour. This definitely wasn't my pick of the movies but I didn't mind that much. I faintly remember watching The Three Stooges in caricature form in my childhood days but I'm sure everybody else remembers it as Vaudeville slapstick. I think that's why I was hesitant to watch this.

I was a bit preoccupied texting other people at the first few minutes of the film (I know - how despicable of me, but I have my reasons)  but I didn't feel too comfortable when watching the beginning. The plotline seemed a bit typical (everybody loves to chuck in an orphanage in storyboarding don't they) but I thought the film was cast well.

The choreography (should I even call it choreography?) was pretty well done and the stunts were a bit too obvious for me but hey, it's slapstick. There were certain moments that made me wince: hearing the laughter of the children made me remember how I would laugh at anything as a child.

There's not much else to say (probably because I can't write a proper movie review) but overall, I think this movie was quite good. It wasn't my cup of tea but it left me satisfied, even though there were some moments that just didn't stick. It was enjoyable and just 90 minutes of laughing out loud.

7.5 out of 10, I'm sure other viewers will give a higher score: it unfortunately wasn't my taste (but it was still pretty enjoyable)

tardiness

... it is rude to not notify someone when one is coming late to a movie. I have waited for over 20 minutes wetting my pants on why nobody was there.

alternative

... I have been and always will be the second option. That isn't something to cry about: the first one is to blame if things screw up!

holiday

... I have slept through the entire past holidays and now I will do it again.

feet

...I have done work experience and I would love to say that my feet hurt. They have been hurt, is hurting and will be hurting.

heel

... I have had my lifetime's worth of standing and walking. If this continues, my heels will have been drilled to the ground with the power of my weight and gravity - the latter doing more of the work.

sensitivity

... I have always wondered why I was so sensitive. I have lived 15 years with social defects and I'm surprised I'm still sane, I think.

work

... I have been tired all day, being ordered around and humiliated. How lovely, I always hated mondays.

nervous

... I have felt nervous all week. Worries of work experience.

sound

...I have gotten a new computer. It just so happens to be a faulty one. You have to be drunk or high to have thought that any of your "online" support has helped at all. Thanks for no sound, you were advertising about the amazing quality sound as well.

boss

no. I have had the worst experience with bosses. Some are just plain annoying.

annoyance

...I haven't been more annoyed. For once I have free time to do music practise, organize folders, clean my desk, write on my whiteboard, try to update my mooncharts, do tutor homework, make myself food, watch tv, listen to music, read books and live my life. Parents have always annoyed their kids since the beginning of time.

smell

...the unfamiliar smell of the vet clinic crept into my nose uncomfortably. Every new place has a smell. Don't deny it.

sleep

...the less I have slept, the more I'm tired. The more I've slept, the more I'm tired. When will I ever be rested?

premonition

...I have officially finished school classes for the term. Why am I feeling that everything has ended? Maybe a whole month away from classes is too much?

score

...you've said that I should be happy with my score‽ If you've needed any further clarification: I am Asian.

yakisoba no. 2

 

I tried making yakisoba for dinner. It tasted more like yaki-beef-and-carrots.

productivity

...had finished three exams, cooked dinner for the family and will feel like doing homework for once. One thing: I haven't gotten any homework. What a productive day it has been.

crow

I was bored.

dictator

...had watched The Dictator. Hilarious? Disturbing? Weird? Yes. I have given it a 7.5/10

study

... I have done everything except studying. Yet another weekend has passed.

plans

...when plans have been rescheduled just at the right time.

yakisoba

...eaten a delicious Japanese bento lunch. The carrots had been cut up into cubes, but it's an absolute joy to have put never-seen-before Japanese food into my mouth. I should have questioned why the softy mushy stuff was awkwardly sweet.

science

...I have died on the science exam. Over two pages have been left blank. Unacceptable for an asian.

writing

...exam time has come: the period where I have written more than I could've chewed.

english

I recommend you don't do practice essays the night before the exam.

island

... many of them, brown splotches that have floated on a bed of toilet paper and water. Such a lovely sight I have seen in a cubicle of a clogged up toilet.

revision

...and on the tick of midnight, he had lamented, "I would never have lost that revision sheet if it weren't for my stupidity".

cram

five hours was not enough time to have completed even one essay.

sleep

... and on the Sabbath, I had fallen asleep, having forgotten the pile of homework and revision to be done.

time for a change!

Since I have disappeared for a month or so, I decided it was no use trying to keep up with my diary. I'm coming back with new style and more updates!

I joke, nothing of that sort is going to happen. I'm just going to make my blog a tad more colorful and not have my posts drag on for so long about my life.  I'm still thinking of ways I can become more enthusiastic about this: possibly more sections on things that I can update about. I know I'm not the most interesting person out there but I do have hobbies (some - in fact all - of which I am not very good at) too and I'd be more than welcome to put a little creativity and originality into this blog!

day: i-have-no-idea-because-i-forgot-everything

From a random day counter I used on the internet, it seems that I'm supposed to be up to day 130. How sad it must seem to miss about 15 days of blogging.

A lot happened this week and the week before (I joke, nothing happens in my life). It's pretty evident that I'm very tired but at least I've done my mooncharting every day.

I'm going to make this short and simple because I'm out of time and I'll go into more detail when I'm not pressed for time.

Everything has been a rocky, mountainous road. Apart from that stupid imagery, at least I'm content with myself at the moment. I realise my paragraph lengths have been significantly reduced due to my absence of writing.

Now I have to go since I need to finish homework in about 7 minutes.

day: one hundred and nineteen

Saturday! What a lovely day to do LOTE and be embarrassed in front of the whole class to elaborate on what you want in your future partner in a language that isn't in English. Wonderful.

I hate the fact that there's only 3 guys in the class and I'm the closest so I get picked on when she says "how about a guy this time". I'm going to be really embarrassed the next few weeks because love and marriage is a topic that would literally be the polar opposite to me. Well, I think other people view me as an asexual non-loving super introverted teenage boy. I view myself as a person who doesn't care.

I don't think I did much homework at all that day. I always seem to get no work done at home. It's funny how I'm so diligent at school yet so complacent at home. Nobody really knows and it's pretty funny how everyone (including teachers) thinks I study and sleep early, or sleep late to study. I do the latter, though, just minus the studying.

So here are the morals:
• My time will come when people won't laugh when my name and the word "love" exist in the same sentence.
• As a part of being an awkward introvert, I must never forget the times I am embarrassed in front of the class.
• Random people on the internet would know me better than people whom I went to school with for over 3 years.

day: one hundred and eighteen

Since I'm extremely behind posts, I'll rush this one.

Friday: the end of the week where I celebrate but give up soon after to realise that I still have extra-curricular subjects on the weekends.

Morning Japanese was mediocre since we had a substitute. I don't actually remember what happened in Maths class but I'm pretty sure that the class was mucking around (hence the blank spot in my memory). Advanced maths wasn't so fun either, since all my other friends were talking about Yu-Gi-Oh cards. By all means call me non-Asian but at the ripe adolescent age of fifteen or sixteen, I'm pretty sure people who play Yu-Gi-Oh cards naturally protect their virginity with some activated trap card.

Bore me with cards, you must. It keeps me from having to pull my hair out. Instead it makes my blood curdle and wish I was in another class. Thankfully I proceeded to religion class, which was always boring since my teachers this year are everything but a teacher.

Lifeguard was okay, it was a dry lesson so I just sat down and did some theory. Thank god it's a dry lesson next week too because I'm feeling tired right this moment.

So the morals:
• Talk about card games and I will slap you. Or just shrivel up in a ball and phase out reality for a while.
• I'm only ever mean when you annoy me! Aren't I a lovely person?

day: one hundred and seventeen

Whatever, straight to the chase!

Boring maths, fun Japanese, excruciatingly boring humanities and boring commerce. Why are my subjects so boring this year? I'd much rather prefer them to actually make us do book work instead of talking about their life story while the class mucks around and does minimal work.

The weather's starting to get increasingly cooler. I'm a winter child and I prefer winter over summer but I think it's a bit too early to be cold this time of the year. The good thing about weird weather patterns is that it's not excessively hot on school terms, which means I still get to wear my formal school uniform! Call me nerd but I'd rather be in the comfort of my jumper than in sports uniform or the summer shirt.

Nothing nothing nothing, so no morals for today unfortunately!

day: one hundred and sixteen

It was ANZAC day. I didn't really do much on that day, mainly due to the fact that I woke up at 3 in the afternoon. The whole day just went by anyway.

There's not much to say, I'm pretty tired and I did nothing but sleep and pointless Internet surfing. Maybe I should just go ahead with the morals because I'm behind a day.

So here they are:
• The fact that I slept past the Anzac ceremony (or any replays of it) shows how much of a sad life I live
• Nothing happened.

day: one hundred and fifteen

It was quite a mediocre day I guess. I was reading most of the time and I didn't really find that day interesting.

We had excruciatingly annoying assembly in the morning. I know it's in commemoration of Anzac day but nobody likes school assembly and there were two kids next to me that were kicking chairs to the people sitting in front of them and they were giving me the shits even though none of their taunts were ever directed at me. Commerce in the morning was pretty boring. Religion was nothing but worksheets about "the brain". I swear, it seems like they mock us about how little we know about the brain and how teenagers make rash decisions.

There are two types of teens. One is an idiot and the other is the one who's too afraid to be one. I'm the latter. I think it takes enough time for teachers to realise that drumming these things into our heads ain't going to stop us from thinking what they have to say is interesting, or that taking drugs is 'cool'. Let them experience the hard way, the unlucky ones will probably end up dead somewhere but at least that leaves us with one less idiot in the world. One's true harsh words are only present when blogging their feelings away like the naive idiot they are.

Maths class was a bit mental in terms of class conduct. What teachers you have depend on what class behaviour you're going to get. Then it was Japanese class. It was pretty fun I guess, but it was the usual outlet for me to laugh my head off and have some fun because we're such a tight-knit group of 6 (including the teacher, which sounds lame but hey, teacher's are still people too).

So tutor was okay and I just came home and read until the end of the day. No homework done, just some reading.

The morals are:
• I always look down on people, but I'm sure that I'm as low as they are seeing as I'm blogging my life away on the internet.
• I always wished I was one of those kids who wore glasses and just read and knew so much about the world from the books he read. I guess that only happens with Klaus Baudelaire.

day: one hundred and fourteen

I'm pretty tired by the end of today. I really wish I were back in those lovely bedsheets of mine, but I have homework to do and I'm not in the mood to do anything really.

English in the morning was okay. We had a substitute for humanities (in which half of the class rejoiced in excitement over the absence of our boring teacher). Science wasn't that bad in the computer room, but I ended up having to stay in to just cut and paste stuff. I hate teachers that give you so many handouts to cut and paste. I have an in-built display folder in my damn exercise book, I can use that since the book was made for it. Last period was pretty tiring.

So I come home and read a few chapter of the Hunger Games. I'm a pretty slow reader and I only read when I feel like it, I guess it's a good job of reaching chapter 9 in four days considering how little I've been reading over the past years (which is close to zilch). Mum got me the second book to Monster Blood Tattoo and I haven't started it yet, I'm deciding whether to read them both at once or separately. I think I should keep it separate for now since I'll get confused. A total of 950 pages to read in a few weeks. I think I can handle it.

This is a pretty short post compared to my other ones, so here are the morals:
• For once I actually plan on doing homework
• School: boring, boring, boring, boring and a little bit more of boring.
• I used to brag about how fast I read when I was a little kid. Now I shrivel up in embarrassment when everyone says they're a faster reader than I am.

day: one hundred and four to one hundred and thirteen

That has got to be the longest title ever. That has probably been the longest chunk of days ever. I've been lazy lately ever since school started and I had some blog-worthy stuff to talk about but I probably forgot them by now. It's not like someone would get an epiphany out of reading my blog posts so I guess nobody would really care if I hadn't updated my daily posts.

day: one hundred and four
No recollection at all. It was a Friday right? Backtracking is hard.

day: one hundred and five
I went to a friend's house that day to attempt to finish off homework. We didn't really get much homework done though so it was a tad sad that I still left homework to the last day of the holidays.


day: one hundred and six
Like usual, the last day of holidays is absolutely filled with unfinished homework. Some holidays I'd actually do it after school starts again. I know, bad habits for an A student but at least nobody is there to put my homework habits to shame when everyone thinks I'm that Asian that sits down and studies for hours on end.


day: one hundred and seven
First day of school felt like the ordinary day at the office. Except it was a school. I have no memory of any of my classes except for religion, in which we had to research about a topic on drugs and alcohol. It's lovely to see teenage try hards sounding "fully sik bruh" as they proclaim that they drink or trip balls like they would if they got laid for the first time. That's enough rants for the day.
Oh and another thing, I had my dentist's appointment and in the waiting room I met a friend that I haven't seen for so long! And also another girl who I've semi-met online. That sounds really creepy but you know, display pictures and stuff.

day: one hundred and eight
English was just reading. On the topic of reading, I've been getting more into reading now which is an extremely good thing for me! Let's hope I move onto reading newspapers like the cultured person I am! (or will be) Advanced maths was okay (All I remember is that we did Exercise 10B). We got laptops for humanities and so we did absolutely no work. I wonder what'd be like at schools where they have free laptops. Japanese class was a refreshing end to school. Tutor wasn't that bad.

day: one hundred and nine
Wednesday was a boring day. Science was boring, humanities was boring, religion was full of "let's think of a time where you acted like a dickhead and share it to the class for all to discuss on like it were something useful and relevant to the God Almighty". At least I got me english speech results back and got full marks. I was so happy since last time I did a speech that bastard of a teacher gave me a D or something. I apologize for the copious amount of derogatory language, I'm rushing this post and I seem to have no other words in my quickly-accessible vocabulary to explain my hatred for certain things.

day: one hundred and ten
Day off today for parent teacher interviews! I absolutely did nothing that day except attending parent teacher interviews. They went alright and so I came home to download some games and ended up stuffing my computer up somehow. I do hope I get my new computer soon.

day: one hundred and eleven
Friday was a pretty busy day. English was a chill lesson (it's always a chill lesson but this time our teacher seemed to be gossiping with the other helper teacher and so it was basically an ultra-chill lesson). I don't remember advanced maths or religion class but I do remember maths class last period where I rushed my assignment the last five minutes in an attempt to not lose marks.
After guitar lessons after school, I went to eat at some asian restaurant then go to the library and return my book I finished and to get my hands on the lovely hunger games book. I thought it'd be that original cover but it was this black book and I thought it was pretty cool. Swimming was fun I guess.

day: one hundred and twelve
Viet school in the morning again! It's nice to see some friends again, this week's work wasn't that hard but the teacher told us that the writing test is going to be very difficult. Later in the day my dad made me go to his friend's house to teach his son guitar. God, did I want to die. I can't even play guitar competently. At least I got some KFC out of it.

day: one hundred and thirteen
Like usual, I sleep in because Sunday is the only day in which I can wake up at 12 and not have to be in a car by 9 in the morning. Like the majority of the population of teenagers, I'm not a morning person. Piano was okay, then was maths tutor in which was okay, I just don't know the name of that guy who was sitting opposite me. He even said his name but I wasn't paying attention because I was just waiting for my turn. Was it Steven?

So the morals are:
• Never, ever, leave your blog unattended too for long periods of time.

day: one hundred and three

Not really much of a day today. I guess this will finally be some short post? To make up for it, I actually have a lot planned for tomorrow.

So I wake up at 3. It's very ambiguous whether that was am or pm but I assure you: I sleep at 3 in the morning. It's probably the sound of my loud parents in the dining room that make me want to fall unconscious by sleeping. I know, I love my parents so much. I properly wake up and see that mum has been watching her Korean dramas on my computer. I'm not really angry at her for using the computer, I already spend half my lifetime on the computer anyways so I don't mind if she uses my computer whenever I'm sleeping in. That reminds me: once school starts again, I won't be able to sleep in or stay up again. Third world problems at its best.

So I went on the computer for a few hours while my parents went to some hardware shop to buy fans and hooks and random hardware stuff. I forced myself off the computer since I had to do my chemistry homework.

So tutor was okay, just the usual. I was planning on doing my holiday homework but unfortunately I just went on my computer and watched some tv. Despite my lack of homework completion, I wrote up a study planner for tomorrow and I pray that I actually follow it this time round.

And now I've just finished reading a chapter of Foundling and onto blogging and writing my morals:
• You cannot underestimate my powers of sleeping in.
• Instead of doing homework they day before its due, I'm doing it three days before! That's an improvement.
• I lied. This is still a long blog post.

day: one hundred and two

Well it turns out that maybe my day wasn't so bad. I feel like doing this moon charting thing but I want to do it with a friend so I still haven't remembered to mention it to said person. The holidays are three quarters done and school is nearing again. I guess I should just 'soldier on' (I remember that cough ad on tv and I was pretty amused by it) and just relax a bit before next year.

So I woke up to a phone call from mum a bit after 1 and I was shattered I didn't wake up earlier because dad was coming home and he sort of didn't have keys to the house but not to worry, he came home an hour later. I was pretty happy to see him home and he also brought along with him SOME PENS! Gosh, I just sat on the computer seat and just hugged them for a few minutes and played 'make weird colour patterns because the pacers are different amounts of colors'. Talk about obsessive compulsive disorder.

A certain someone came to visit and I really wasn't happy to see them since he wanted me to come over and teach his son guitar. I don't think he realizes how bad I am at guitar at the moment. My last memories at his house were sitting in the car for an odd few hours thinking that dad would only take 10 minutes. Back then I didn't have an iPod or any other electronically device apart from a mobile phone. I don't really feel like meeting his son anyway. I'm not really in the mood. It's enough drama with my friends anyway.

Mum came home early of course and after an hour or so, they went off to see my aunty for family reasons. I was by myself at last, I really do miss how it felt being alone most of the time. It's very nice being able to laugh as loud as you want and sing as crazily as you can. These are my one of my favourite things.

At the end of the day, well this wouldn't be the end of the day since I usually turn off the computer at midnight and blog either the minute before or hours later after realizing you forgot to blog but since my parents were home, it felt already late by 8. I usually just start watching tv shows at nine but I've been watching them at 6. At least I'm going to get a lot more sleep tonight. I think.

My end of the day ended lovely. You know, it's one of those small things that bring you a smile to your face. I won't say what it is but at least I'm (temporarily) happy.

The morals to this (relatively) magnificent day are:
• Moon charting. It sounds like some obscure spiritual things you do and I'm positive it actually is.
• I have 99 obsessive compulsions. One of them sure are pens.
• Teaching someone guitar when you're bad at it? It's probably how my school teachers feel.
• I know, that was uncalled for.
• Making references to Sound of Music. I must be getting old.

day: one hundred and one

I had to wake up early to go out today. The midnight before I was pretty sure that it was going to bitterly be a mediocre, if not, a shit day. It turns out I was right.

So I wake up shivering from the cold after putting the snooze on for 5 minutes because I didn't have the energy (or motivation) to get up. Then I got layered up and off I went to the train station.

I really hate train tickets. They never seem to like me. Every time I stop at the city the ticket validator would always say that my ticket is invalidated. I mean c'mon, I validated the damn thing. It'll probably be worse once I have to switch over to myki.

So in the city and we go shopping. At that point I started feeling extremely crap. You know, it's one of those texting dramas that teens get all worked up about. I just can't believe why someone would purposefully ignore me. So I guess it was the two of us going shopping while I had to hold back all my teenager emotions. At least I got three shirts out of it?

So after that silent ordeal I could never be more happy to see mum again. Sometimes I think that the only person I can trust is her. After all the lies and broken promises from people who meant the world to me, I think I should be just content with family and home. Dad's coming home from overseas and I'm very excited to meet him and the pack of pens that my cousins bought and packed for me. I'm very fussy about my pens.

Here are some oh-so-meaningful teenager feeling morals:
• Don't trust anyone: keep them close, but not close enough to let them break you.
• I must be a psychic: I predicted my mood today.
• I joke I always have bad days.
• At this point in time, if I were to chose between pens and friends on who would be a better companion, I think it'd be the pens.
• Papa will be waiting nervously for your arrival home, my darling pens!

day: ninety eight to one hundred

I hoped that my hundredth post would be separate but unfortunately not. I'm typing this on my iPod at 1 in the morning so forgive me for not making any sense, if you ever even read this at all.

day: ninety eight
It was the Saturday where I just rested and relaxed. To be honest I didn't actually remember what went on and neither did I remember the next two days... I feel really bad. So I'll just randomly put one thing I'll remember in every day.

day: ninety nine
Let's just say I went gaming with a friend for about four hours straight. The game's not that bad. I actually thought I'd have something more to say on this day...

day: one hundred
What a milestone! If I actually remembered it. I know it really didn't end that well. It's very complicated and if I digress, I'm afraid I might go into too much of a detail. I know it's a bad one hundredth but who cares? Life is life. Sometimes it can bitterly let you down and sometimes it can unexpectedly surprise you in the most pleasant ways.

So now for some semi-depressing morals:
• Never procrastinate on making posts.
• Some people have bad memories. I am that 'some people'
• Sadness: it makes you blog less and forget stuff.

day: ninety seven

Ahoy there! 'Tis be Friday, such a Good Friday it is! I love being punny. But anyways, today's been pretty productive compared to my couch potato habits (more like computer seat potato, I think that rolls off the tongue a bit better). I'm sure to have a good nights rest tonight.

I woke up at around 12 yesterday, well rested after playing Tiny Towers on my iPod until 2 in the morning. So then I went online and played some Silkroad. I'm not really interested in it right now, it's impossible to make money and I can't buy anything. My friend was on too, but he had to leave early so basically there's not many interesting games to play that don't lag the hell out of me.

Then I finally read another chapter of Monster Blood Tattoo. I'm so lazy these years with literally everything now. At least blogging makes me less lazy. I should try to read a chapter every day, at least. So I was reading through that while uninstalling other games I previously downloaded a while ago because I wanted to make space for yet another game.

And this game was called RODE. It was exciting at first but when I actually started having to download a million other updates and a very bad internet disconnection which prompted me to restart the computer, I grew a bit fed up with it when the actual game graphics were all over the place. I don't mean the actual graphics, I mean how half of the environment was loaded and interface boxes were white and I had to navigate my way through blindly while lagging as well. Not happy Jan. I shall try yet another game to download tomorrow.

Earlier in the day, at around (Error 404, time not found due to paranoia), I finally decided to go for a run. I was pretty nervous doing it for the first time. I had my "Zombies Run" app going and if we lived in a perfect world, I would say that the running was great! Only, I felt like dying 3 minutes into the run. It was pretty creepy since my neighborhood was pretty quiet at the time and it was getting a little bit dark. I went for 10 minutes though and I know, I'm super unfit. So after getting home and showered, I just chilled for the rest of the night. For a person who likes to stay at home every holidays, I'm pretty sure that's a good effort. I'm surprised I actually made it back home.

So here are the morals:
• I think this is the first time I haven't watched that Good Friday children's hospital fundraising things on TV
• Reading books about monsters, playing games about monsters, I assure you, I'm not obsessed with gore and violence...
• Everything gets serious when there's a major internet disconnection
• I don't like jogging, but I must, because then I shall be a useful member of society for once!

day: ninety six

I've finally caught up to my posts and now I'm posting in real time! I'm only joking, it's past 12 so technically it's the next day but regardless, I've got some recounting to do! The holidays are going by so quickly, I'm not even halfway but maybe it's my hatred of school that makes me enjoy holidays so much which in turn make holidays go quick and in turn make me sad so therefore, I make myself sad.

I actually didn't sleep in today! I count sleeping in as waking up after noon so I'm sure all you morning critters will gasp at such a nocturnal monstrosity the world holds. I woke up at 11.

So I basically ate my way through the day while churning through these blog posts all day. So basically I've been typing away at my life for absolutely nobody to read. But that's okay, I'll have my 0.0134306570437683 seconds of fame someday. I just keep this as an online diary anyway, just to make sure I remember everything that happened today and laugh at what an idiot I was a few weeks ago.

The car ride to tutor was a bit slow. We got stuck up in some hectic (hektik bruh) traffic that spanned for about ages. It turns out it was some stupid truck blocking the side of the road that caused about a kajillion miles of traffic jam. Screw you, stupid truck. At least I still came on time. We don't even measure in miles here in Australia.

Tutor itself was okay. A bit tiring but it was quite easy. Now I'm at home just doing my thing then proceeding to start reading my book before I go to sleep in my comfortable bed. But before that I'd have to check up on my Tiny Towers of course.

The morals of today are:
• I'm getting tired of copying and pasting this • since it's from the iPod and I started writing my morals with that stupid dot point and the dot points on here just indent everything and make my life a misery.
• I always seem to make my life a misery.
• There will be a day where waking up at 7 in the morning will be considered 'normal'. That day is never.
• Stupid trucks. Nobody likes trucks. Except for people in suits who are CEO's of something and make people deliver stuff as a service while they bathe in money.
• The highlight of my day is blogging, only because I actually remember the fact that I blogged during the day and did something actually semi-productive.
• Blogging about blogging about blogging is always my forte.
• I think my morals are longer than my actual recount of the day.

day: ninety two to ninety five

Another block of days ahead. I would've actually separated them if I actually remembered everything in those days. Ever since the start of school break, I've been forgetting so many things.

day: ninety two
I really forgot about the night before Sunday. A family member had passed away (overseas) and so my dad's plane flight was early Sunday morning. I woke up pretty early to say bye to him. I wasn't feeling exceptionally sad though. I think death hasn't played a damaging role in my life yet, and I'm scared it's going to happen soon. Everyone else is or has experienced it before, but I haven't yet. It just makes me think what experiences I haven't gone through.
So tutor in the afternoon and it was pretty okay. It's quite a break from everything that's been happening. I know it sounds so nerdy but sometimes doing maths makes me zone out from everything.

day: ninety three
I don't remember much of Monday, it was pretty bland and boring staying at home but I'm pretty comfortable and content with it. All I recall of Monday evening is watching Alcatraz. I mean, I'm pretty addicted to it and it's only been a few episodes I've watched. I'd love to write a review of Alcatraz but I'm extremely lazy these holidays.


day: ninety four
I didn't remember much of Tuesday either. I stumbled across an article about a story of someone in North Korea. It led me to find out about a book called "Escape From Camp 14" and I reserved it online at my local library. I usually would read something so violent and disturbing but I found it so emotional. I ask my mum to collect my reservation then. Now there's two books to finish before the holidays.
My mum also got me a chocolate bunny for Easter. She left it on my computer table and I was so happy that I was going to save it for later. I didn't realise that it was dark chocolate and I'm not a fan of it. At least I tried to mix it with some almond milk to lessen the bitterness.

day: ninety five
Quite a busy Wednesday compared to the other previous uneventful days. I went out to get a haircut and I had to wait about an hour in the line and I had nothing to entertain me with because there was nobody to text to. Then I just went home and played on a new game I downloaded a few days ago called Silkroad R. My friend made me download it because I was so bored and wanted to play a new game. I still haven't seen him online since.

The morals are:
• Holidays = don't remember what happens
• If I were actually famous, I'd consider doing book/film reviews.
• I'm lonely and bored
• That doesn't mean I enjoy it.

day: ninety one

Start of the holidays, finally! (Actually, I'm writing this about 4 days after so I'm right in the holiday spirit) It was a pretty okay day, seeing as I'm going back to the usual routine of doing nothing.

So I wake up at around 11 which was such a good feeling. Unfortunately, I need to prepare for my last week of tutor on Saturdays, which is pretty sad. And so I end up in class and my other friend isn't there. I was dreading that she wouldn't come. I mean, last week and I'm not there to tell my friend it's my last week. I haven't got a hold of her on messenger or anything last week so I better tell her this week before she finds out secondhand. Nobody likes finding anything out secondhand. Nobody.

So last maths class was okay, I literally did all my work on the calculator since it was my last week. Last science class was pretty okay. Last english class was pretty awkward, I did absolutely nothing because the lesson was purely based on work that we do next week. So yeah, pretty chill, but I'm so sad my friend didn't show up.

Then to the library! I was planning on borrowing the Hunger Games, mainly because I was too stupid to realise that it was actually a good book (I don't think 'kids killing each other' left a good impression on me when my friends were describing it, makes me wonder how many good books I've been missing out on). And obviously there were about 24 reserves out of 8 copies. Well, I guess I'll have to wait when the holidays are over. I borrowed Monster Blood Tattoo, and I'm planning on actually getting into it again. I would do some book review but I actually forgot almost everything about it. I'm such a lousy reader at the moment: I used to be such a good reader in primary school.

So after that I just chilled out at home for the rest of the day.

The morals of today are:
• I actually forgot what I did at home because my blog posts are way overdue.
• One day less of tutor for me = 3 more hours less of boredom!
• Consider me the devil, I know, I haven't read the Hunger Games, nor do I want to watch the movie prior to reading the book.
• I used to be a good reader, but I took an arrow to the knee. Or the face, since that'll make more sense for me to be less of a good reader.

day: eighty seven to ninety

Since I was too lazy to blog properly and leave it a whole week behind. I shall recite my last week of school in poetry form.

day: eighty seven
Morning commerce flew by like the swift air it was. The swift air that left you feeling empty notebook-ness and without a knowledge in the world. Beautiful religion seemed hopelessly depressing as the blue skies passed by like the bland laptop background in which my low scoring happiness tests were displayed oh so gracefully. Assignments, assignments, where art thou maths assignments in period three? Left undone, thy human could not give less of a crap. After the school day went by, I greeted tutor with the lovely absence of that annoying scoundrel.

day: eighty eight
I shan't be pessimistic about thy lovely English class in which thy poetic language has aided me in the journey of prose but nobody had finished thy important work and neither did thy teacher. Humanities, I hope that yonder window breaks because I would love to jump out thy window. Ditto to Commerce. Ditto to Science. Oh no, but what did Science have in store for me? A test nonetheless! Oh what surprise.

day: eighty nine
Mathematics again, oh too soon to contemplate the beginning of my assignment. Japanese, at last, my relief from the boring-ness of measuring kitchen benchtops. Humanities again, I pray to never be so doubtful that I would ever enjoy these minutes of pure loathing and boredom. End of day, as the school sun was descending near the salvation of the end school bell, melted I. Melting in the depths of the computer room until the school bell had released me from my de-oxygenated environment.

day: ninety
 Praise the Lord and give thanks for such an uneventful ceremony at the school hall. Shan't it be inevitable that such a boring ordeal would evoke such pain in one's tearful yawning eyes. Last Japanese class, I shall miss dearly. Last maths class, I shan't miss dearly. Last advanced maths class I shall be honoured to part ways for two weeks. Last religion class, oh why shall I be so happy to not be in your existence for the next two weeks.

I may have drifted off into being non-poetic but it's pretty tiring trying to think of stuff like this. No morals unfortunately, I think beautiful writing like this will be sufficient.

day: eighty six

Last week of school this week! I'm not actually super excited as I usually am since I always know weeks go by so quickly so I might as well prepare for my lonely holidays now. I had quite a tiring day this Monday so I ended up staying up when I actually needed it the most. Gosh, I hope I get those two weeks of sleeping where I can pull a Snorlax for two weeks straight and occasionally go on the internet to either blog or check whether my pokes have been returned on Facebook.

English on a Monday morning. It's always quiet in class since the teacher jokes about us needing a cup of coffee because we aren't responsive enough but nevertheless, we got to do some actual work. I only did half of the practice essay and so she told us to do it for homework.

Humanities was next. We went through a worksheet, and by that I mean reading it in class and having a discussion that had nothing to do about the topic. I swear, we're so behind that I think I have to go peek into other classes' online folders and see what stuff they've got there. It's not all the teacher's fault as well, since I actually didn't really pay attention much. I can always revise some other time though.

Science third period and we have two exercises left. Take into consideration that we have the test in two days and we haven't even finished learning the whole damn chapter. Gee, I really don't like my teachers this year. I know that with the other years ago, we didn't really get much work done and we were really behind, but that's because almost the whole class was mucking around and causing havoc but we still managed to complete everything (almost) on time. I think that there should be more book work. Year 10 stuff is the year before our important years: I think it's time we start learning that those years will just be about textbooks.

Last period was our advanced maths test. It was actually pretty difficult for me, and yet some people after test claimed that it was easy. Well, easier than what I thought it'd be. "Question 3 of the last page" were the words uttered by half the class after the test was over. Let's just hope I did okay on the test.

Drum lessons after school, it was alright, I doubt I'm gonna get any practice over the holidays though because I'll be sleeping and sleeping and stuff like that.

So the morals are:
• "Excited for holidays?" Everyone queries. "No, I shan't be looking forward to thy holiday." I replied.
• I'm not sure if I'm getting unusually smart, or teachers are getting lazy.
• "I did so well on the test" -gets a 50%-  whereas "I did so bad on the test" -gets a 90%-, you know what good luck charm I have now

day: eighty five

T'was Sunday! I don't really remember much of Sunday but I'm sure that it ended up with me and my feelings. Yes, my feelings have a mind of its own. I felt really empty by the end of the day. I guess you could say it was a crappy day? But I don't want this to be a soppy, depressing and crappy blog post do I?

After piano, I go to tutor and the teacher hands me work I've never done before and I do it and my thumb gets extremely sore because I write extremely weird with my left hand in which my thumb puts too much pressure on the pen and therefore becomes calloused and then I become tired. Just the usual. I must catch up to that other girl in class. I don't really know what she's up to, but I'm just going to do as much as I can.

I stood outside the house waiting for my mum to pick me up for about half an hour. I called her but she said she was 'on the way' but I could hear the background noise that she was most definitely not inside a car. They say memories are never forgotten, but I say mummy's son is sometimes forgotten to be picked up. I was a tad upset about waiting out there in the wind for half an hour, going on Facebook on my crappy phone to see two people talking to each other as if they were best of friends unlike what it is with me now. I was more upset about Facebook than being forgotten by mum, though. My standards are the best!

So I came home and did nothing for about a few hours until a certain someone told me that plans were being cancelled because it seemed like I wasn't important enough to be considered. Then, people start making other plans on me, leaving me out, obviously. I don't know, but it really got to me. I know it's probably happening in my head, but I know that if I let that continue, I'll be even more crazy than I already am.

I know I have a few people I can talk to about it, but I don't feel entirely comfortable about it. I wish I had a friend that I could just visit their house and just talk about it. I had an average childhood, but not one that I would remember and reflect on. Everyone has their stories to tell, but when it's my turn, I have nothing to say because I missed out on the best things: a true friendship.

Now I should stop being sad and I shall end with some morals:
• Waiting for half an hour in the wind isn't so bad if you're used to it
• Having no plans for the school holidays means that I have more time to myself! And that means doing absolutely nothing but sleep.
• I really need to find a way to turn a sad day into a humorous post. Isn't that adorably self-degrading?

day: eighty four

Laid back Saturday. Actually, it was only laid back after around noon but I'm nocturnal so I guess it would be considered 'laid back' if I were actually fully awake. As you can see, I'm always bored on a Saturday and the only thing illogical is that I don't actually do my homework yet complain about boredom the whole day. It's not like anybody would notice the unfinished homework that was left undone for years and years until the english teacher stormed into your room when you're at the ripe age of thirty begging you for that paragraph you didn't finish fifteen years ago.

So morning was Viet school. It wasn't that bad, we sat in our usual arrangements. The thing that slightly bothered me was that the girls were all very 'relationshippy' and thought that me and my other friend would be a nice couple. Well, they'd like to refer it to as 'family'. Because all Asians love referring to family as love. Despite the awkward moments at recess, work was okay. I think I'm going to do well on the SAC next three weeks: mainly because responses are in English. I really don't understand what our homework was though.

Then was tutor. It turns out my friend didn't come today (in which I asked her online and I didn't really get a response except for "at home lol" but that's permissible: everyone loves staying at home). Apart from having nobody to talk to, the day went pretty slow. There wasn't even much work anyway. We'd normally have tons of work that we didn't finish in class and now we're chilling out every 30 minutes. Well, for me, chilling out was in the form of iPod (specifically Tiny Towers, which I restarted playing).

And on the Sabbath day, Sam rested. You could say that on every day I rest but I tend to feel a greater sense of procrastination flowing through my veins that urge me to do nothing but nothing itself.

So the morals are:
• If teachers chased up work from past years, we'd all be screwed.
• 'Relationshippy' is not a word.
• You know you're a bit too dependent when your heart drops when your iPod batteries die out.

day: eighty three

Friday like the usual. Tiring and tiring and more tiring. Gosh, my introductory paragraphs are really getting shorter by the posts. It sort of bugs me how my first paragraph is so short compared to my other huge paragraphs.

First period was English with a substitute, again. We actually did quite a bit of work that period, which was good, because we hardly do any work with our normal teacher. Our normal teacher is okay, but I really question and wonder what she does with her English VCE class.

Advanced maths and getting the class treating me like a 'maths God'. It's a bit demoralising being called a god but it'd be pretty sad if I actually don't get top marks for the class. See, this is why being smart is so bad, and also why I really don't like showing off my talents. People expect too much these days. I actually haven't even finished chapter review or the last exercise and yet I let my friend borrow my workbook for the weekend because he wants to revise off my book. (That's the most absurd way of studying and way of flattery ever)

Religion was so boring. All it was was friendships and stuff like that and we had to draw a comic strip. I actually drew pretty well, compared to my other stick figures. I really hope the teacher doesn't parade it around like some work of art. It's a religion class anyway, I actually won't find anything religion related interesting.

Maths last period were on laptops. We actually did nothing for our assignments other than randomly search for appliances on Ikea and recording their dimensions but it was nothing exciting.

Guitar lessons weren't that bad, the teacher gave me a music sheet on One Thing by One Direction. It's pretty funny because I immediately imagined another friend being in the same position as me but instead of the response:
"Oh, I've never really heard of it" it'd be something like
"-squeal- my hubby"
But anyway, I better do some practicing!

Lifeguard lessons weren't that bad. Except for the slow guy in front of me who so happened to slow my time down because we were were doing a timed swim. But I was pretty tired after that. It was better than the black-out goggles exercise we did because after I got pushed in the water, my head started spinning and I felt nauseous. I actually got a headache after that.

So the morals are:
• Rethink before giving your workbook to someone to revise it over the weekend. It sounds shifty.
• Religion has got nothing to do with relationships. I swear, this textbook could say that religion was related to fashion or the Hunger Games and the teacher would still agree and have a 14703678013678501 minute discussion on religion.
• Laptops = no work done
• The American Ikea sells fridges whereas the Aussie one doesn't. Americans these days...
• So get out, get out, get outta my head.
• I have musical memory, don't judge me.

day: eighty two

Thursday: a repeat of Wednesday, but more things to do, and less time to do them. Normal school day though: uninteresting and uneventful as usual.

Maths in the morning. Nobody likes it except me. It's mainly because the teacher likes me and I don't even need to try in maths. I'm behind on work, but who cares, I caught up in class. We got handed our assignments and we have to so some really tedious work on designing a kitchen for some imaginary chick who seems to have really high expectations and regulations on the specifications of the imaginary kitchen we have to draw up designs for. Gosh, I really don't like maths assignments, and that's coming from a person who actually likes maths.

Japanese was alright. It was "treasure hunting"day and so we all bought our maps and read each others' directions in Japanese. We sorta ran through recess a little bit but that was okay. After the break, we started off with my map and I - as my friends would like to say - trolled everyone in walking around the whole school and back into the jap room where the treasure was in my pencil case.

Science next. It wasn't so bad but it was pretty boring like usual. I still don't know why people aren't understanding things: we had about 3 weeks of her drumming the word "punnet square" and "allelles" in our heads. Even I get headaches. I was the only one who did their homework and so the teacher - as her eccentric self and self-acclaimed spontaneous personality - gave me a freddo frog chocolate. I felt pretty good being the only one who actually bothered to take 30 seconds of my life to fill in a worksheet that I didn't even need the textbook to refer to.

Commerce last period! So we were talking about managing a business and *Error 404. Recount of commerce class not found*.

So then after school I ran for the bus because it was early today and after having what seemed like an asthma attack, I got off and asked for the last time at this cafe if there were any places for work experience. They said no. Well, that was a waste of time. I just went home afterwards and got ready for chemistry tutor.

Chemistry tutor was really embarrassing for me. We were handed a test and this guy was so ahead of me. I'm really competitive sometimes. Whenever I'm at a disadvantage of a year, I get really competitive to beat the other people. He totally made me feel dumb.

So the morals are:
• Nobody likes a maths assignment. Nobody.
• Getting a piece of chocolate from science class? I've made everyone in my class angry with jealousy! Suck!
• *Error 404, moral not found*

day: eighty one

Such a tiring day. I had to sacrifice my free time day for some other relatively important stuff. It didn't even work out anyway.

So this morning I had science. Punnet squares, my gosh, I don't really care because I'd rather be doing something that isn't as boring as this. I tried proving the teacher wrong with the other question but she wouldn't listen to me about the fact that a homozygous unaffected person who mates with a homozygous person who is affected with a recessive disease will ALWAYS produce a carrier (heterozygous). Therefore, a carrier must marry another carrier in order to produce affected offspring. You can't work backwards. But oh well, at least other people in the class after me (because I stayed back to attempt to prove her wrong) believed I was right.

Humanities was uneventful too. The first half we had this really scary sub. He moved this kid to the front of the classroom just because he got up off his chair. Aside from that, I did more work with him than I did with my actual teacher who came back the second half of the period.

Religion was okay. We assembled our posters and I think our one looked the nicest. Well, more spacey and poster-ey. It was our idea to use glitter on our posters so the others copied us in an attempt to impress the tight teacher. But that's okay. After that we did really boring stuff on friendships.

English was pretty relaxing. We did work, but it was pretty chill and a tad loud. We had one of those subs that we all know and love and she's really nice. I think she got more angry at us since year 10's are always a period of feral-ness. I had to ask mum to go to the library to meet my friend but we just had to stop by home to get some food.

So after going to the library, me and my friend searched around places looking for work experience after we got off with no avail. Next time, I'm never manually walking to places asking for things like these because I think I've done enough walking to last me for a month. Heck, a year.

So I came home and just rested. After all, that walking was strenuous and no good came out of it.

The morals of today are:
• Never argue with the teachings of your teacher, you'll probably end up the kid that all teachers hate for being so smart and up her/himself.
• Why do we need to learn about relationships in religion? I think life is plenty experience than a text book can offer.
• Teachers hate year 10's. I just know it.
• Avoid walking at all costs, trust me.

day: eighty

It was a generally boring Tuesday. The workbooks are starting to pile up on my desk now. Not because I have a lot of homework, it's just because I'm extremely messy and I can't be stuffed with organisation right now.

I was planning on doing my Japanese homework in homeroom but our sub was late and so I basically only had about 10 minutes to do my writing. Which was nothing because I take ages to write Japanese.

Finally, English again! The other guys still haven't done their speeches. I swear, they'd get away with murder. I find it unfair that they get to do this. We still haven't gotten our results yet. We had a lesson of notes and a break in between (because the teacher likes to break the class time up since we have 80 minute periods) and luckily we took a 15 minute break and so I got a decent amount of Japanese homework done.

Advanced maths. Damn. I forgot my maths set again. But that's okay, we didn't actually need it - so going to Officeworks to buy at $3.50 maths set was all for nothing, I'll just keep it safe since next year I'll probably forget where it is and I'll have to buy a new one. Nothing new in maths, just I finished off my Japanese work.

The dreaded humanities next. Our teacher is finally back and so we had to hand in our assessments (luckily I stayed up late yesterday to do homework because the teacher was ready to hand out home studies and I've never gotten one in my life and I don't plan on ruining my record). Other than that, the class was a bludge all the way through since the teacher just went through (via discussion) all the stuff we did when we weren't here. We're actually really behind the other classes and I'm behind in class in terms of notes in my exercise book (I used loose leaf last few classes so I need to copy them back in).

Japanese class was the class where the teacher was quite disappointed because one of us actually finished (which wasn't me) and the others had to complete their maps. At least we didn't actually do our maps today, but it'd be ideal since it was fourth period and next class is second period so we have recess in the middle of it which will sort of disrupt the 'treasure hunting' thing.

Tutor was pretty quiet today. The other guy shut up today and it was pretty weird though. It's nice to hear him not blurting out the answers every 2 seconds but it's pretty awkward with silence though. Maybe something happened to him? I know I don't like him very much but I do hope he's okay.

Now I shall go and do some random stuff for the rest of the night and then go to sleep and dream the most weirdest dreams and wake up at 3am in the morning like I did last time.

Now the morals:
• I have never typed so much before in so little time. I wish I could transfer those skills into my essays.
• Eight paragraphs. I'm a big kid now!
• This is the first time I did homework in another class today this year. I hope I don't get caught :)
• Why the hell do we need maths sets when all we need them is around once a year?
• My mentality: do nothing in class = do nothing for homework
• I should type up my blog posts earlier in the day because I don't think this post makes sense and I'm typing way more than usual. Have I gone mental?
• I think I should sleep
• SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.

day: seventy nine

Monday like the usual.

Science fresh in the morning. The teacher came late a bit, but that's okay. I did nothing productive anyway. I've learnt all of this stuff at tutor so I'm sure I'll ace this test (at least I think so). It makes me wonder how little detail they go through compared to my tutor.

Religion second period. Now this is my first time saying it, but I was actually interested in what the teacher had to say. She talked about the topic of 'happiness'. Obviously, at a boys school, nobody would want to show their vulnerabilities but I really thought that what she said was true. We just need to accept the fact that we don't need the if's in life and that we should be content with what we are presented with. We deal crap to other people when we aren't comfortable and content with our life. I guess that really made me reflect on what really happens. I don't know, just something made me relate to it so much.

Computer lab and commerce. We got our test results back and so I got 97% which I'm pretty happy about. I thought I'd get significantly less due to my limited capacity with economical discourse (I learnt that word in English class the day after). We're moving onto the business management section of the course and we're creating our own business. I find it really difficult to be partners with my friend. No offense, but I always seem to be so concerned about having to check it and correct his section of the work over and over again. I think I'm being really mean this year. I really hate it sometimes. Maybe it's time to correct myself.

Advanced maths. I didn't bring my mathematics set so I had to use a ruler with holes in it as my makeshift compass. We were doing this question posed by the teacher and this other guy got the answer and he seemed pretty happy about it. When I showed the teacher my result, she was pretty impressed about my different methods. I think I took away the spotlight of someone. He sort of looks like me, and in my eyes, he's just a better version of me wholly. I'm not sure if I upset him, but if I did, I am so sorry. I never want to take your confidence away. I find it quite uncomfortable being called the maths god. It makes me feel like I'm putting others' abilities in the shadow. This is why I hate being the leader. The thing that bothers me is, why am I bothered when there's a leader in our friendship group? Why am I just not happy being a follower? Enough with the philosophical questions.

So the morals are:
• I'm slowly starting to become more up myself
• Philosophical Mondays make my brain hurt
• I rant too much, hence, this blog
• These morals are boring, even I don't find them entertaining.

day: seventy eight

Let me tell myself that I should never trust myself to do homework on Sundays. For once I should break this vicious cycle of mine and stop the downfall of homework piles. I was even lazy enough not to do any homework in the morning. I underestimate my procrastination powers. That's pathetic.

So this morning I wake up half asleep and take an hour or so to get ready for piano lessons. Lessons weren't so bad. I better actually put in more practice this week.

Then later was Maths tutor in which I didn't do my homework, I was up to the last question anyway so I guess it was right to say that I was finished with the worksheet. I moved onto cubics so it was pretty new territory for me, nothing an Asian can't handle! I joke, I'm too racist sometimes.

So basically I went through some story modes of 'flower view' (game name is shortened just because I don't like naming things specifically but you probably know what it is immediately so yeah, not much point anymore, why do I make everything seem redundant?) and then I went and did absolutely nothing productive.

It's sad how I only started a tiny bit of work at 11 pm. I didn't have any homework due on Monday so yeah (at least I thought so, I haven't updated my diary so I'm lost without it because I'm such a good student depending on his diary for homework)

So morals of today are:
• Procrastination is just a word I learn because it makes me feel smart and a rebel at the same time.
• Time flies when you're doing nothing productive!
• Homework is put off until Monday yet again

day: seventy seven

Hardworking Saturday! After feeling energized on Friday night, I was dead tired on Saturday. I'm always hyper at around midnight (hence why I'm writing this blog post at this time of the day night).

So viet school was okay. It's funny because this guy we don't really like as much (it's quite a long story and I don't even understand half of it because the other half of it is girl gossip and I'm not a girl or a person who is social enough to know about these things) was sitting on our table next to this other guy that I personally dislike. I know it's really mean, these are the things that constitute to me going to hell. But on the other hand, we were doing listening tests and I went okay (I just totally stuffed up the first question and the teacher will talk about it in class next week and embarrass me about it, I just know it) and then we did some group work and the teacher praised us. Probably because we had a girl in our group who only recently moved to Australia from Vietnam. She's very friendly, of course.

Then was tutor. It seems that me and my friend are the most talkative ones. It's funny because we're the only guy/girl that sit next to each other. It's because we were the ones who were there earlier and then we had to sit together because the other people from our friendship group left and then there were these other dudes that we didn't like (I'm that type of guy that naturally hangs around girls instead of guys, I'm sad) and so we ended up sitting next to each other. It seems that we have quite a bit in common from talking on msn. English class was pretty funny. Our teacher really hates the fact that we're so quiet. He says that he's never met a class so quiet before. But to be fair, there's only 4 people in our class and we're always the awkward class that doesn't talk when we have different teachers.

So I came home and totally did no homework. Then I vowed myself I'd do some homework tomorrow. (I did, but it was only 30 minutes worth.) But I almost made myself do homework because I thought I had to go to school tomorrow but I realised it was Saturday so I just did nothing and was relieved.

So the morals of the day are:
• I am nocturnal.
• My sense of revenge a humor are the reasons why I'm going to hell.
• NEVER trust your future self, or your past self

day: seventy six

Last day of school week. Tiring like normal. Oh what the hey, I'll just get on with recounting my school routine.

Japanese first period. My normal teacher still isn't there and also, we had that old crazy woman that'd tell us off for giggling or making a sound. I really don't like her. I mean, she's okay. She just makes me nervous half the time. This assessment is due on Tuesday. I'm probably going to do it on the last day (which I will since the future self is writing this recount on a Sunday because he's so lazy to write a blog post every day).

Mathematics. I don't know why, but every maths class, this guy in my class always tries to piss me off. I just hope someday someone will fuck him over because nobody likes him and he invites himself to parties because he's a loser and such a try hard and a judgmental and prejudiced piece of crap. We had subs for that class. At least I got some work done.

Then advanced maths. Double maths, you could say. I'm actually an exercise behind so I had to do some catching up on circles and angles and whatever. It wasn't too bad sitting in the back corner chatting to two friends while doing work that was supposed to be done as homework.

We had performances at the canteen area at lunch today. I think it was for something to raise money for Caritas or something. I think it was the same thing last year, but at least I was expecting performances (unlike last year where I was trying to find where the hell that strange music was coming from). So here were my reactions to their performances:

1. Oh good grief not this guy again, he cannot sing. It hurts my ears.
2. Oooooh it's the performing arts captain. He's a pretty darn good singer. NOT AS GOOD AS ME. I joke I joke, if I was even as half as good as him I'd be happy.
3. Okay, I'm going to go pee now.
4. Hmm, there's still another performance? Oh my god those year sevens. I swear if they play that annoying piece of crap they play constantly whenever I visit the music room I wi- we're going back to the library again, guys.

And so last period was religion with the teacher I dislike. It was alright, she wasn't in crazy strict teacher mode today.

Blah blah blah, embarrassing guitar lesson, awkward lifeguard class and all the rest.
In every blog post there is at least one list and so I listed something above and so therefore there is enough entertainment for you and so there are no morals because I am lazy.

day: seventy five

Tiring Thursday. Some of my teachers are still on camp so I basically had substitutes for the whole day except for last period.

Maths first period. We have that old strict lady whose accent is a bit weird. I'd rather not name names but rather fit them into categories in which one can distinguish easily. She doesn't teach maths of course, so the class basically did no work (I would think so). But I did a fair bit, I had to do some catching up.

Then was Japanese with the SAME teacher.  I know, it was sad. I didn't really enjoy that lesson today.

Then third period was humanities with a teacher that taught me last year as a sub. That wasn't so bad, but at least I did some questions. I swear, our substitute teachers for humanities make us do more work than we normally do.

Last period was our commerce test. To be honest, I was pretty nervous, since my friend (who had the test second period) told me that the test was pretty long but easy. So, I was prepared to scribble away and boy, my left hand was dying after that. Not to mention the fact that I got a thumb cramp about 2 minutes into the test. I'm left-handed if you didn't know.

So I had chemistry after school and that was alright. I thought I was the stupid one that's one year younger than everyone but it turns out I'm still keeping up with everyone else! There was this other year 12 girl that came in for a make-up lesson so she was doing other work but she's so loud so we felt so quiet.

So no morals for today because I'm behind on schedule and I really can't be stuffed and so I'll try to hurry up before I get even more behind.

day: seventy four

Boring an unproductive Wednesday. As per usual, of course, I did absolutely nothing productive. Which means that I better catch up on stuff. I don't plan on catching up, but I think it's enough effort to put it at the back of your mind. I was so tired I woke up with a massive headache so I guess I shouldn't have to think today.

I really hate how people can get away with not handing in assignments or doing speeches etc... Teacher walked in and told us that their speeches were going to be done the next lesson. I mean, they had over 2 weeks than us. Sometimes, I just hope that they fail everything because it's unfair. People rub stuff in my face and honestly, if I were actually a normal human being who wasn't so timid and nice, your jaw would be in the surgeon's hands trying to put it together again. At least I'm a nice person and actually wait for karma to hit you before I do.

Humanities again. Substitute teachers again. I really don't like my absent humanities teacher. I get no work done. Well, I do, I just don't learn anything. It's too damn boring and we're way behind on the curriculum. I have no idea what work we're supposed to do right now. I swear, the substitute was a better teacher than he was.

Commerce! That was the first ever lesson that I actually did hard work trying to study for the test. Me and my friend just asked each other questions to test each other and the teacher got angry at the class for talking too much and said something along the lines of "you should be testing each other and using this class time wisely!" I think it was the first time she ever used us as an example. We sit right in front of her and it doesn't seem like she acknowledges our work. It's front-row syndrome. Teachers never really recognize the front row, even when calling the role.

Last period was science. I was walking from my locker to my class and luckily I walked past a computer lab and saw my teacher there and wondered why she was there and it turned out that our lesson was there. Saved me from having to walk up and down three flights of stairs in hot weather in a blazer and tie. It was pretty boring watching videos. At least it's a change from the plain textbook work we do. She still hasn't given us our exercise books back yet. All teachers seem to be really lazy when marking our books.

Wednesday is the day that I come home straight from school and stay home. Instead of doing the massive heap of homework, I just did nothing and relaxed because it was in my best interest to do so. Exactly, nothing productive even though there had to be work done. I really feel like bludging through the whole of year 10. It's so boring: I'd rather stay at home and sit on my ass watching YouTube videos or typing up sad blog posts.

The morals of the day are:
• Unproductive Wednesday? No, unproductive week? No, unproductive lifetime.
• What the hell do they teach people at teacher college? Nothing?
• Productivity is the key to stop being productive.

day: seventy three

Start of the school week after a luxurious Labour day holiday. I wasn't really looking forward to the day anyway. I never look forward to school.

First period was commerce. Finally a class where it wasn't as bludgey. It's probably because we have a test in a few days time. Luckily we have a class tomorrow so we can revise some more!

Religion was next oh my lord it was so boring in the computer lab. Why was our teacher absent? Gosh, we had the worst substitutes. First half was the head of religion who - in my point of view - seems like that tight ass old guy. Second half was this other teacher that just gets on my nerves. I hardly did any work.

Maths was a chill out lesson like normal. The teacher got quite pissed at the class and made us stay in for a few minutes. I better start doing more work since the teacher expects me to be ahead of the class. But who cares, I'll be ahead in no time.

Japanese last period! We all thought we'd have a sub or room change but we had neither. At least my japanese teacher tells us when she's away. Common courtesy, people.

This post is so short, oh well. Tutor that night was so annoying. Only because this other dude from Melbourne High kept butting in when I was going to answer and murmurs to himself comments as if answering questions were a competition. That's enough people getting on my nerves for today. Don't let me start on this other dickhead in class that I seriously want to permanently injure.

So the morals are:
• Short paragraphs are a sign of memory loss
• I don't know what to say here

day: seventy two

The long weekend! It's Labour day today and I'm utilising this special and rare holiday to curl up in a ball and do nothing for the whole day! Okay, I exaggerate, but I stayed home the whole day watching shows you'd be desperate to watch because you're so bored like Ready Steady Cook. They had a special episode on today. Nonetheless, I had fun doing nothing productive today.

Therefore, seeing as I've done nothing interesting than play Draw Something and learn some random songs on the guitar (after dusting it off because it's that unused) and watching some crime shows, I shall try to say some other words that won't make sense and proceed to the morals as per usual.

So then I forgot all about my homework. I was aware of it, but not really. But who cares, I'm starting to become the one that never does their homework. Only when it's necessary. Nobody really notices: they still keep thinking I'm a good student. And I am.

So here are the morals:
• Doing nothing productive on a holiday is pathetic
• I used to watch a lot of TV, then I took an arrow to the knee and got internet (I don't even play Skyrim)

day: seventy one

I'm finally catching up with my posts. I decided not to bunch up my posts like last time so I painstakingly did each and every one of them properly for the last few days. Sunday isn't my weekend. You would know if you were in my shoes.

So I woke up early to do my homework. I set my alarm to 8 in the morning and I heard my phone alarm ring loud and clear. I just decided to go back to sleep. At least I properly woke up an hour later. So after doing my homework and asking dad to make some noodles for me (gotta love migoreng), I had a shower. My dad's slow so I fit my 10 minute shower and came back in time to eat!

Then I just chilled for a bit and watched one of those old movies that they randomly play on channel 7. I think it was "The Dust Factory" or something. It looks weird. It looks like one of those movies that an English class would study because the English coordinator couldn't be stuffed updating the curriculum and they had to make up meaningful stuff just to make the students feel like the movie was remotely meaningful.

Then I went to piano lessons and then was tutor. The seats in the waiting room changed so I had no idea where to sit. Those two hours of work was pretty confusing. I really hate solving 3 simultaneous equations. Me and another girl needed help and even the teacher couldn't get it right. After that I was really tired.

Then I went home and realised that I keep starting my paragraphs with 'then'. Anyways, I just did nothing for the rest of the day and watched Homeland. I don't know but it's always on when I turn the TV on. Apart from the occasional swearing and sexual content, it isn't that bad. It's a tad scary sometimes.

So the morals are:
• I love migoreng
• Any set text for English class is instantly boring.
• Simultaneous equations are stupid

day: seventy

Saturday! What a lovely nights sleep I had since I didn't have Viet school. Well, if you count being forced to wake up at 12 rather than 9 in the morning as 'sleeping in'. I still has tutor. Those three hours didn't make up for my sleep deprivation anyway.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I bought rice milk the day before and me and my mum prefer it over cow/soy milk. It doesn't taste so bad. So I took my morning rice milk (I feel so Asian: rice for every meal and then rice for drinks) and headed off to tutor to do some last minute homework because I couldn't be stuffed waking up early and losing precious sleep.

So I still arrived early to finish all my work (thank god it was easy homework) After a really slow Maths class, we had science but our teacher wasn't here. Me and my friend panicked because we thought our teacher left us (because all the nice teachers leave us and we get stuck with the mean and weird teachers) but I let a sigh of relief when she said she was a substitute. Then was english. The teacher is okay now. He's very sarcastic but the context of the classroom isn't that appropriate. He's nice, but I wish our other teacher came back.

I finally got home and chilled out and waited for my 'long lost relative' to be on messenger and the hours flew by with me doing nothing. I really couldn't be stuffed doing homework so I decided to stay up until two playing on my iPod (Draw Something is really addictive, I have so many games running and I'm a really bad drawer but who cares) and setting my alarm to 8 am and being freaked out that I'd only get five hours of sleep.

So the morals are:
• Sleep in, stay up. Yin and yang.
• Rice, soy, oat and even almond milk are healthier alternatives for cow milk. So is water.
• You know you're crap at Draw Something when you start having to write words.

day: sixty nine

Hehehehe, I'm so inappropriate. Well Friday was finally a day that I look forward to. Usually, it's a day where I dread since I've got so many things to do and I'm dead tired by the end of the day. Even though I looked forward to it, it was actually even more tiring than past weeks.

English in the morning again. I guess it was a pretty relaxing lesson since I already completed my speech and I'm listening to other people doing their speeches - half of them probably didn't even do them so they just made up crap half the time. I was whispering to my friend next to me about the invalid points and I also wondered if their speech topic was actually considered a valid "issue" that occurred in the past six months.

Advanced maths second period. It seems that advanced maths is one of those subjects that's mostly scheduled in period 2, where it's been broken in half due to recess. But anyway, I guess it was a bludgey lesson since I didn't do any work at all because the teacher just went through questions the whole lesson. Better be catching up then! Some other people are about two exercises behind so I'm not in that much of a disadvantage.

 Religion assessment was originally due today. I worked so damn hard yesterday staying up until 12:30 writing it all down on my book so I could type it up today. I actually finished with 20 minutes left to go so I just was chilling by myself because I decided to ditch my friends since I'd much rather prefer a rectangular computer screen (because a square monstrosity of a computer screen is way too much to bear) and I also need to do a lot of work. Half the class didn't get anything done but the teacher said it was due next week because we "worked hard". Pfft, I beg to differ. I was the one who did the work. Busting my ass off for no reason. But I didn't hand it up, I just want more time to edit it to boost up my grade! What a studious pupil I am.

After lunch in the music room, hearing this guy amazingly play piano for the first time (he was hiding it and we were eavesdropping on him because he's really shy since he's the new guy), we had maths. It was basically a chill out lesson. It's quite ironic how the teacher wrote up what work we had to do and a student added "RELAX" at the end of it. We just ended up listening to our iPods and the dickhead decided to use my earphones and explode them. One day, he's going to get karma shoved up so high up his ass that I'll be sitting there with the popcorn enjoying his own dose of medicine given to him. Gosh, I hate that dude.

Then after school, after guitar, I went straight to highpoint because I had to go with mum to do some insurance something. So I was dropped off a tad too early at the swimming pool for lifeguard lessons and it was the first time I was dropped off because mum always went with me. So I waited for a friend who arrived at 5:50 (which she explicitly explained to me) and had a few laughs here and there. So for the warm-up of our lesson, we chose to do planking and 8 laps. The planking for 2 minutes absolutely killed me. I thought it wasn't as easy but I felt like my back was going to break. But anyway, the rest of the lesson consisted of rescue techniques so it wasn't that hard.

So the morals of the day were:
• Gotta get down on Friday
• Double Maths like an Asian!
• Planking hurts.

day: sixty eight

Sport carnival the whole school day! Now I have to act like I actually gave the tiniest amount of care in the world about it! As you can see, my school is pretty enthusiastic about sport. Well, aren't all schools? I guess lately with the Year 8's and 9's they don't do much sports as a collective year level. I think it's because most of them are Asian.

First time wearing my sport uniform this year and bad bad bad things happen to me. Well, not that bad. I forgot my keys to the house, I forgot to bring my hat, I didn't bother bringing my school bag, I didn't bring my wallet, money and everything else because they were in my school bag. Even though the sport uniform may be "comfortable" and that I beg to differ, I just don't like sport uniform.

This is the first year I plan to utilise the sport carnival as a chill out session before I end up stuck in VCE and being pressured to actually contribute something to a house that I actually hate and am not compatible with. That's why I'd rather be in the red house. All my friends are there and I'm left with the grotty disgusting house. It's the opposite morale in contrast to a nerdy awkward Asian like me. So basically I was hiding myself in the red house for half the time. Yes, I'm such a rebel.

Then the other half was wondering around the artificial turf, pretending to spectate the events and talking to a bunch of friends that I went with. Let me tell you that I've never been more cold in my life with the wind going through me. Worse thing is that I had to tuck in my shirt because my green shirt hung out since I was faking being in the red house.

So after early finish at 1pm. I had to catch the bus (since I always get driven home) and we decided to have maccas on the way. It was pretty fun, I was pretty loud actually, I've never been more carefree and loud. I think I may have scared my friends since I'm always way too quiet. My friend gave me a $10 note for a McChicken meal so I was very thankful. I better give the $10 back to him soon or else I'd feel like such a cheap person.

Then I walked home and rested. Luckily I didn't accidentally fall asleep like yesterday. It goes to show that staying up till 12 daily gets you tired. Then I did some last minute chemistry homework as usual. So the day was pretty relaxing. Quite tiring actually, even though I didn't even do any events at the sports carnival.

The morals:
• Disliking sport carnival is a shame on me
• Disliking sport uniform is a shame on me
• I am a rebel
• I catch the bus like a rebel

day: sixty seven

Today was a day of homework abundance. As I am writing this on my iPod and about something that happened two days ago, I shall keep this short and simple.

Science first period in the science lab. Yay. Nothing way more exciting. But anyways, we did some work on recessive and dominant genes. I wasn't listening because I learnt all this in tutor. I learn even better at tutor than I do at school. Since she collected our workbooks, she gave us a worksheet to do. I don't actually know the whereabouts of this worksheet but I'm lead to believe that I've placed it in my humanities book.

Speaking about humanities, I had that subject next period. I really didn't like that lesson. Not because it was boring, but that we had to do a mock job interview and I was stuck with a really bad group. Thank god I wasn't the one appointed to be the interviewee, otherwise I would have been slaughtered by 'constructive criticism' by the teacher and another smart ass idiot member of the classroom.

Religion, religion, religion. Oh how I hate thee. This subject is proof why I don't want to pursue something that isn't religion-orientated. After the few lessons before with substitutes and the other teacher (I have two teachers that share classes and I believe that is really lazy or they're just doing a really weird job with part-time work). So we have the pretty strict teacher and she tells us that it's due on Friday. Woo hoo. Not that I was overly surprised. It'd just still make me do it last minute. And I'd always get it finished on time. But what I did worry was that it was way too much work. 8 questions with an average 150 word responses is just stupid. Okay, saying that makes me feel lazy but doing that in one day is energy draining.

English speeches last period. My hands were sweating so much before my speech. Teacher picked out of the hat for the order and so I was seventh. After my hands pouring all over the table, I went up to do my speech. I guess I did relatively well. I didn't even breathe at all during the 4 minute speech but I guess the students just clapped with enthusiasm because I'm the one who everyone is nice to just because he's the nerd one. At least I'm not the nerd that's being picked on.

So the morals:
• I lied, the first half of the blog post was done by iPod, the other done on the computer. I've dragged this post out for a few days now, it's pathetic.

day: sixty six

I missed a day on the 28th of February. So there we go, just to keep up with real time.
This is what happens when you get lazy and do everything as one big post.

day: sixty five

A boring day like usual. Since I'm posting it a day afterwards, I'll probably have forgotten most of the stuff. At least I noted them down. 

I had English in the morning. It seems like I always have English first thing in the morning. Well today I got my speech read over by the teacher and she thought it was good. I don't really know if my speech is actual quality or that she was being nice to everyone. I really hate it when that happens. I don't know whether to leave it as is or to work harder. By what she's saying, I better lift my game up (heh, first time saying it, mainly because I don't participate in any sort of competitive sporting activites) because the other guys' speeches were 'very well structured' and I'm known to have good structure! Keep my standards up, I must! (My friend told me how to speak Yoda language a few weeks ago)

Second period was advanced Maths. More circles to study! It's feeling better at least and I'm quite happy how the teacher and the class is impressed with my Maths work. For once I actually feel valued. I'm satisfied with how I'm going in the class. People still ask me for help here and then, I mean, I don't feel like the leader in any sort of way, but I do feel the sense that people can still be able to respect my abilities even when we're in an environment with advanced people.

After that was humanities. Oh my god it was so boring and sleep-enducing. And the thing is that I never sleep in public places. I'm so tired of doing work on work. Worse thing is that we just sat there for a whole period just reading through a worksheet. It actually hurt being so bored. Nothing is worse than staring at a double-sided A3 sheet of paper for over an hour. I got nothing out of that class, honestly.

After spending lunchtime in the music room, last period was jap! Things are starting to get more casual as I slack off: it's probably because of the other boring subjects. I'm not as productive anymore, I should watch some Lucky Star (anime) and write something I learnt in my 'Japanese reflection diary'. It sounds really cheesy but I actually like the idea. It's like a mini-blog that just specialises in Japanese class. Unfortunately, I don't have a proper Japanese class in a while (my teacher is going to go on camp) so I guess that'll be my time to start working hard (but I doubt it).

So the morals are:
• You know you're weird when you start talking Yoda language
• Hate circles.
• I'd rather stare at a wall than stare at a worksheet
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