I always regret what I do. About everything I do or say or whatnot, I regret it. But anyway, one of the lesser depressing things I regret is not doing my homework. Let's just say that I've opened my book for two days straight now and I haven't written anything in it yet.
But at least I've gotten some progress with my gaming. New cooler equips I can test out on a new dungeon, another character I finally learn how to fight with. But having said that, that isn't really an accomplishment because I should be doing homework instead. It was a pretty relaxing day today, but my back hurts from sitting too long. Which also reminds me of school and back pain. I always relate those two together somehow.
And school also reminds me of work experience. I've gotten a placement for my first week at a vet (oh I'm so excited! I hope I don't just shovel crap the whole week, but apparently I can go into the surgery room and watch: that's a first for me) but I have no idea what to do with the other one. There's hardly any placements left and I want to do it with a friend. So we figured it'd be cool to do work experience at some anime/manga shop. Japanese arts isn't my forte or a subject of immense interest but at least I can hope to pick up some freebies along the way! I'm really looking forward to work experience. I'm looking forward to actually work! But in saying that, when I was in primary school I looked forward to secondary school and I don't particularly enjoy that at the moment. At least I can treasure my holidays because adults in today's world don't get much holidays as students do. Nonetheless, I'm happy and looking forward to the future.
But now it's time to get things going. School next Monday and I've got to get up earlier and do homework and wonder how the hell I should take notes in class. I've never done it before (no, I don't mean copy what the teacher tells you to write because that is totally not what I call proper note-writing, because that ain't what happens in university). So I guess there shall be a new sub-segment category I should make detailing the events of my academic preparation. I shall call it: Academic Endeavors. How's that for originality!
Endeavor Day One: Nothing yet, I guess I should really start on my homework. At least I'm sleeping at 1 in the morning unlike other nights where I sleep at 3 or something.
So here are today's morals:
• Write something in your damn book before it starts to rot
• Stop gaming, or maybe just reduce gaming time
• Work experience will probably be a bitter disappointment, don't get too revved up
• Blogging about my academic preparations is totally lame, but at least there's motivation
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
day: thirty
I really do think I have mood swings sometimes. In the morning it's all happy and fresh, well, almost. And then there's the evening where I feel really depressed for no reason (there actually is, I just don't want to say it). But nevertheless, here was a recount of my uneventful day:
I hate taking showers in summer. Sure, it's refreshing blah blah blah, but what kind of person (except for athletes cause they're fit and more mentally stronger than me by about a kajillion times) would want to take a cold shower? And it's annoying if the water is even warm. So all in all, I'm in the shower hovering from burning myself to freezing my ass while the house makes ridiculously loud thumps in order for me to seriously consider that there's some burglar with a gun in the house. Not to mention how the door just suddenly peeped open which scared the hell out of me. But it was my parents trying to yell at me to open the door. They thought I was on the computer being too lazy to open the door. Even my parents think of me as computer obsessed. That's probably why they haven't bought me a laptop yet.
And here comes the shocking realisation that school is actually nearing and you need to do homework and stuff and begin mentally preparing yourself with an overload of social interactions that will set off some nerve for me to start panicking and become unresponsive like Internet Explorer. That was a long sentence. But anyway, I have my books opened, but I haven't written anything in it in over 4 or 5 hours now. Rather, I'm on the internet complaining about how I should actually do my homework instead of actually doing it. I actually need to read some books for English, one of which is Romeo and Juliet which I found so boring. I read it aloud and forced myself to pretend to enjoy the lovey flow and finesse of Shakespearean writing but that shit was borderline torture of boredom. I'm only up to Act 1, Scene 2.
So here are today's morals:
• Showering doesn't ever help to clear the mind when you think there's a murderer in the house.
• Put in more effort than just opening your books.
• The dot point above made me sound like a nagging teacher.
P.S. I had cheesecake today, I left it overnight and it still isn't cold enough.
I hate taking showers in summer. Sure, it's refreshing blah blah blah, but what kind of person (except for athletes cause they're fit and more mentally stronger than me by about a kajillion times) would want to take a cold shower? And it's annoying if the water is even warm. So all in all, I'm in the shower hovering from burning myself to freezing my ass while the house makes ridiculously loud thumps in order for me to seriously consider that there's some burglar with a gun in the house. Not to mention how the door just suddenly peeped open which scared the hell out of me. But it was my parents trying to yell at me to open the door. They thought I was on the computer being too lazy to open the door. Even my parents think of me as computer obsessed. That's probably why they haven't bought me a laptop yet.
And here comes the shocking realisation that school is actually nearing and you need to do homework and stuff and begin mentally preparing yourself with an overload of social interactions that will set off some nerve for me to start panicking and become unresponsive like Internet Explorer. That was a long sentence. But anyway, I have my books opened, but I haven't written anything in it in over 4 or 5 hours now. Rather, I'm on the internet complaining about how I should actually do my homework instead of actually doing it. I actually need to read some books for English, one of which is Romeo and Juliet which I found so boring. I read it aloud and forced myself to pretend to enjoy the lovey flow and finesse of Shakespearean writing but that shit was borderline torture of boredom. I'm only up to Act 1, Scene 2.
So here are today's morals:
• Showering doesn't ever help to clear the mind when you think there's a murderer in the house.
• Put in more effort than just opening your books.
• The dot point above made me sound like a nagging teacher.
P.S. I had cheesecake today, I left it overnight and it still isn't cold enough.
epiphany no. 9
I blog to relieve stress. Such an unsocial and internet-addicted person I am, I am.
As you can see, I just wrote poetry.
As you can see, I just wrote poetry.
day: twenty nine
I hate the weather. Well, I just don't like summer that much. I love winter though (probably because I'm a winter child - if that's the right way to say it because I've never used it in a sentence before). But what really bugs me is people who say they adore summer yet complain about the heat all the time. I don't really complain about the cold in winter unless my fingers are starting to get numb. Only because I believe that it's good to still have movement in your fingers. So I'm tired and feeling icky and blogging. At least it's cooled down now, but the house is still warm.
I hate having to wake up in summer. Actually, I hate having to wake up in any weather. But I feel particularly lazy in summer. I don't know but there's a threshold where the fan starts to get annoying and you cover up with your blanket, but then it's too hot. It's probably just me though. So the bottom line is that I planned to wake up at 10 but lazed about in bed for another two hours before waking up and going to shower.
I had tutor today and I found it quite amusing. We were given a booklet and it felt that we were racing to complete it. Or maybe it's just my competitiveness? I mean, I'm hardly competitive but when it comes to finishing off maths work, I bring the game on. So I think I'm ahead of everybody but boy, my neck still hurts till now. I have a really bad habit of crouching when writing anything. I have extremely bad posture too. I've been trying to correct it but I think it makes everybody think I'm even more weird. Slouching isn't cool when you've got osteoporosis amongst your mid-life crisis. I'm so tired today.
Oh and I made a cheesecake today! It was alright: we only had a 22cm pan and so there wasn't really enough crumbs. Stupid packaging told me to leave it in the fridge for an hour. I left it in there for about three and it wasn't even cold. So I'm leaving it to cool overnight to see if there's any improvements. I got bits of cream from mixing the filling. I've never used a handheld mixer before. And on top of that, I don't actually have a mixing bowl so it was sort of messy. I should practice more and become some pastry maker. That's if I don't burn the house down baking something.
So now I'm getting lazy so I don't want to type anything else about my day so here are the morals of today:
• Taking two hours to wake up is pathetic
• Being only competitive about Maths is pathetic
• Your cooking is pathetic
I hate having to wake up in summer. Actually, I hate having to wake up in any weather. But I feel particularly lazy in summer. I don't know but there's a threshold where the fan starts to get annoying and you cover up with your blanket, but then it's too hot. It's probably just me though. So the bottom line is that I planned to wake up at 10 but lazed about in bed for another two hours before waking up and going to shower.
I had tutor today and I found it quite amusing. We were given a booklet and it felt that we were racing to complete it. Or maybe it's just my competitiveness? I mean, I'm hardly competitive but when it comes to finishing off maths work, I bring the game on. So I think I'm ahead of everybody but boy, my neck still hurts till now. I have a really bad habit of crouching when writing anything. I have extremely bad posture too. I've been trying to correct it but I think it makes everybody think I'm even more weird. Slouching isn't cool when you've got osteoporosis amongst your mid-life crisis. I'm so tired today.
Oh and I made a cheesecake today! It was alright: we only had a 22cm pan and so there wasn't really enough crumbs. Stupid packaging told me to leave it in the fridge for an hour. I left it in there for about three and it wasn't even cold. So I'm leaving it to cool overnight to see if there's any improvements. I got bits of cream from mixing the filling. I've never used a handheld mixer before. And on top of that, I don't actually have a mixing bowl so it was sort of messy. I should practice more and become some pastry maker. That's if I don't burn the house down baking something.
So now I'm getting lazy so I don't want to type anything else about my day so here are the morals of today:
• Taking two hours to wake up is pathetic
• Being only competitive about Maths is pathetic
• Your cooking is pathetic
Sunday, January 29, 2012
epiphany no. 8
I love wearing socks on tiled floors. I can't bear bare (mind the pun) feet on them though. Everyone must think I'm crazy to wear socks in summer.
day: twenty eight
I am a lonely and tired and bored person. I didn't enjoy today (I don't enjoy any day but I'm feeling a tad more depressed today). The only time I actually smiled and had fun was whenever I was in an air conditioned place. Oh I live such a sad sad life.
Tutor was okay, probably because we had tests. At least I got some fish and chips and potato cakes and a huge slurpee today. I really hate putting the caps on them. It's impossible: you get one edge pushed in and the other one slips out again.
Now here shall be my first ever emotional rant:
Why am I so different? I know everyone's unique and we should all embrace it but how am I supposed to feel like a decent human when I'm treated like the other one? Like I'm some piece of meat that'll annoy you? I'm always treated like that wherever I go. Nobody likes me. Might as well get finally used to being eternally alone. But then it makes me remember the other times I 'went with the main group' and they were being really mean to them. They were actually entirely alone. Nobody to rely on. Nobody to call friend. I mean, they were all annoying but I now think that it might be their desperate attempt to feel like they belong to the human race. Like it's life or death. I can now see why. I feel like such a dick when I look back. But what could I have done? It's not like I could afford to give everything away for someone I didn't truly like. And that's what I believe will happen to me now. Nobody will be bothered to light the candle in my dim life. I think it's about time I let go of my half-assed friends who couldn't give a shit whether I got so hurt to actually consider ending everything but instead just gave me the false hope that we were still friends because you're sorry for how deprived I am. I remember how I gave you my all and secretly vow to stay by your side forever. You said it was false hope. It wasn't. But for me, it was. You are a liar. You all are. You all broke me in every way possible. And when I complain, you step further away like I'm some stranger and you all make it look like my fault. You should remember that I loved you. You didn't give a shit to realize.
And now for the most depressing morals of today:
• Air conditioning = happiness
• Food and slurpee = happiness
• friends = temporary artificial happiness
P.S. I hope you get hurt as much as I did, then I'll have the luxury of not helping and seeing how you cope before you lose it.
Tutor was okay, probably because we had tests. At least I got some fish and chips and potato cakes and a huge slurpee today. I really hate putting the caps on them. It's impossible: you get one edge pushed in and the other one slips out again.
Now here shall be my first ever emotional rant:
Why am I so different? I know everyone's unique and we should all embrace it but how am I supposed to feel like a decent human when I'm treated like the other one? Like I'm some piece of meat that'll annoy you? I'm always treated like that wherever I go. Nobody likes me. Might as well get finally used to being eternally alone. But then it makes me remember the other times I 'went with the main group' and they were being really mean to them. They were actually entirely alone. Nobody to rely on. Nobody to call friend. I mean, they were all annoying but I now think that it might be their desperate attempt to feel like they belong to the human race. Like it's life or death. I can now see why. I feel like such a dick when I look back. But what could I have done? It's not like I could afford to give everything away for someone I didn't truly like. And that's what I believe will happen to me now. Nobody will be bothered to light the candle in my dim life. I think it's about time I let go of my half-assed friends who couldn't give a shit whether I got so hurt to actually consider ending everything but instead just gave me the false hope that we were still friends because you're sorry for how deprived I am. I remember how I gave you my all and secretly vow to stay by your side forever. You said it was false hope. It wasn't. But for me, it was. You are a liar. You all are. You all broke me in every way possible. And when I complain, you step further away like I'm some stranger and you all make it look like my fault. You should remember that I loved you. You didn't give a shit to realize.
And now for the most depressing morals of today:
• Air conditioning = happiness
• Food and slurpee = happiness
• friends = temporary artificial happiness
P.S. I hope you get hurt as much as I did, then I'll have the luxury of not helping and seeing how you cope before you lose it.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
epiphany no. 7
Don't introduce anything more after you've said bye. It will only makes things awkward saying bye again for the next three times or so.
Friday, January 27, 2012
day: twenty seven
I had a tiring day today, which is good because I'll finally be able to sleep earlier and hence wake up earlier! I told myself I was going to do homework today but I really can't be stuffed right now (and my new years resolution is slowly fading away).
So I woke up early to get ready for meeting my friends to watch The Muppets. They ain't my "biffles" but it's probably the closest thing I have to friends. Aside from that self-degrading comment, it was quite enjoyable. I wouldn't like to elaborate on stuff like this but today I felt like going home was more of a relief than being outside. Did I develop an allergy to the outdoors over the summer break? What about school?! I'll probably die of exhaustion, anxiety and petty depression anyway. The only reason I came was to have a thing to blog about since I have such a boring life. But I just end up with a paragraph.
As school is looming ever so close, I think I'm slowly becoming comatose with despair and sulking and listening to extremely depressing songs and thinking that I'm performing my daily concert whenever my parents aren't at home (this is the best thing about being an only child, you see). Aside from that, is it possible to loathe school while wanting to do good with schoolwork this year?
I have tutor tomorrow, and I haven't revised for the tests and I've told me parents that I've done the revision and so I only can do the last minute revision when they're not looking. I'm going with the easier option and cram early in the morning. I actually do that for almost everything now... I used to be such a goody two shoes when I first started high school. Now, I'm still a goody two shoes, but nobody really knows how much I couldn't care less. So my dignity and reputation is still intact... for now.
So for the morals:
• Feeling sleepy at 9:30 is a good thing!
• Staying at home for two months in a row equals allergy to the outside world.
• I should stop using ellipsis (I have no idea what the plural to thar word is) before I get addicted to it like always...
So I woke up early to get ready for meeting my friends to watch The Muppets. They ain't my "biffles" but it's probably the closest thing I have to friends. Aside from that self-degrading comment, it was quite enjoyable. I wouldn't like to elaborate on stuff like this but today I felt like going home was more of a relief than being outside. Did I develop an allergy to the outdoors over the summer break? What about school?! I'll probably die of exhaustion, anxiety and petty depression anyway. The only reason I came was to have a thing to blog about since I have such a boring life. But I just end up with a paragraph.
As school is looming ever so close, I think I'm slowly becoming comatose with despair and sulking and listening to extremely depressing songs and thinking that I'm performing my daily concert whenever my parents aren't at home (this is the best thing about being an only child, you see). Aside from that, is it possible to loathe school while wanting to do good with schoolwork this year?
I have tutor tomorrow, and I haven't revised for the tests and I've told me parents that I've done the revision and so I only can do the last minute revision when they're not looking. I'm going with the easier option and cram early in the morning. I actually do that for almost everything now... I used to be such a goody two shoes when I first started high school. Now, I'm still a goody two shoes, but nobody really knows how much I couldn't care less. So my dignity and reputation is still intact... for now.
So for the morals:
• Feeling sleepy at 9:30 is a good thing!
• Staying at home for two months in a row equals allergy to the outside world.
• I should stop using ellipsis (I have no idea what the plural to thar word is) before I get addicted to it like always...
day: twenty six
This should be quite a short post because I should have slept at twelve because I need to wake up before 11 am. Today was fairly productive: by my standards though.
So today I actually had the willpower to wake up at 11 today (I didn't get up till 11:30 mainly because I couldn't open my eyes due to them being so dry. Now it's the days where you need to condition yourself for school by gradually sleeping earlier. I really don't want the holidays to end.
So after taking my early morning shower (I rarely shower in the morning) I guess I did a combination of homework and computer until I got picked up to go to tutor.
Apart from feeling productive, I feel like I should try hard this year. I want to forget about my critically low social status and do everything for education and wellbeing! It's not like I've never had this motivational though before, I was just too lazy to carry it out. I guess either I fail like every other time, or be a perfect student without a life. I'm so low on standards that I actually prefer the latter.
So the morals of today are:
• Sleep early and wake up early, I'm trying but it's not happening.
• Showering in the morning makes you productive.
• New years resolutions are always the same, unless you actually succeed in them, which is highly unlikely.
P.S. I'm screwed for tomorrow, it's 1 in the morning now!
So today I actually had the willpower to wake up at 11 today (I didn't get up till 11:30 mainly because I couldn't open my eyes due to them being so dry. Now it's the days where you need to condition yourself for school by gradually sleeping earlier. I really don't want the holidays to end.
So after taking my early morning shower (I rarely shower in the morning) I guess I did a combination of homework and computer until I got picked up to go to tutor.
Apart from feeling productive, I feel like I should try hard this year. I want to forget about my critically low social status and do everything for education and wellbeing! It's not like I've never had this motivational though before, I was just too lazy to carry it out. I guess either I fail like every other time, or be a perfect student without a life. I'm so low on standards that I actually prefer the latter.
So the morals of today are:
• Sleep early and wake up early, I'm trying but it's not happening.
• Showering in the morning makes you productive.
• New years resolutions are always the same, unless you actually succeed in them, which is highly unlikely.
P.S. I'm screwed for tomorrow, it's 1 in the morning now!
epiphany no. 5
Buying five boxes of ice cream for $20 is a bargain, just be aware of how much room is left in your fridge.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
day: twenty five
At least I woke up earlier today, not sweating like a pig like yesterday. It was actually cold with the fan on. It has a habit of not blowing on me when I'm actually hot (that's what she said) and blowing under my blankie when I'm cold. #firstworldproblems.
Today was quite boring actually, it was all "I WANT TO BE BLOGGER FAMOUS" but then I realised that I don't have a life so that's probably difficult to achieve. So despite letting myself down, I also updated my blog format! I still can't edit the stupid huge gap between my posts so my apologies!
Which goes onto my next thing: last night (or should I say this morning, at 1 in the morning). A certain friend had a blackout (but I'm sure it would have been an incentive to not stay up and just sleep) and I had the privilege of being the moral guidance to the tough times of no electricity (if you count texting as a form of moral guidance). Which led me to be lying on my bed with a phone in one hand and the iPod in the other, burning my eyes away with the screen while helping someone out with a blackout and blogging. Which led me to be quite bored. Which led me to create a new segment of this blog which is (currently: subject to change in the future) called Times of Epiphany! At least I can post short updates now...
Then was the homework session later in the afternoon. That only lasted for an hour or so, then I gave up and started writing this blog post. Other things I also gave up on were eating healthy and making a cheesecake (since I was stupid enough to buy a product that required utensils that we don't have i.e. a springform pan and the tiniest amount of skill in cooking).
So the morals of today are:
• The words 'blowing' and 'hot' used in the same sentence is not ideal for a non-sexual sentence.
• Multitasking in bed with the lights off with the electricals is an eye sizzling combination!
• I give up on everything from homework to social life.
Today was quite boring actually, it was all "I WANT TO BE BLOGGER FAMOUS" but then I realised that I don't have a life so that's probably difficult to achieve. So despite letting myself down, I also updated my blog format! I still can't edit the stupid huge gap between my posts so my apologies!
Which goes onto my next thing: last night (or should I say this morning, at 1 in the morning). A certain friend had a blackout (but I'm sure it would have been an incentive to not stay up and just sleep) and I had the privilege of being the moral guidance to the tough times of no electricity (if you count texting as a form of moral guidance). Which led me to be lying on my bed with a phone in one hand and the iPod in the other, burning my eyes away with the screen while helping someone out with a blackout and blogging. Which led me to be quite bored. Which led me to create a new segment of this blog which is (currently: subject to change in the future) called Times of Epiphany! At least I can post short updates now...
Then was the homework session later in the afternoon. That only lasted for an hour or so, then I gave up and started writing this blog post. Other things I also gave up on were eating healthy and making a cheesecake (since I was stupid enough to buy a product that required utensils that we don't have i.e. a springform pan and the tiniest amount of skill in cooking).
So the morals of today are:
• The words 'blowing' and 'hot' used in the same sentence is not ideal for a non-sexual sentence.
• Multitasking in bed with the lights off with the electricals is an eye sizzling combination!
• I give up on everything from homework to social life.
epiphany no. 3
I never knew cheesecake didn't involve any cooking. This is why I'm so bad at cooking.
epiphany no. 2
I realize I don't say ROFL or LMAO but instead I use "oh my lord good grief jesus take the wheel brb crying". At least there's no misunderstandings with acronyms... Wait, I take that back.
epiphany no. 1
Well obviously I had the epiphany of making a section about epiphanies. Is that the right plural form for epiphany?
day: twenty four
Another uneventful and hot summers day. Waking up to a phone call from mum and trudging along to the dining room half asleep at 3 in the afternoon is quite remarkably demoralizing. It's the only room with air conditioning though.
So there I was sitting at the dining table on my iPod on the game which I stayed up till 3 in the morning playing. I think my sentence structure is diminishing over the holidays, especially at 1 in the morning. I live a sad life.
So after melting at the computer desk for a few hours, I went with mum to give a relative a quick visit to wish them a good new year (remember it's Asian family we're talking about).
Well, then there was shopping. Grocery shopping, of course. I'm the age where I'm allowed to get my own basket and get my own stuff then wander around the supermarket in search of my mum again. She always seems to be at the meat section when I find her. I'm not sure if that's something to be concerned of.
The thing I hate about shopping (or almost any other form of social public interaction) is the aisles. Passing people in aisles are the worst thing. That's why I skip them and go back afterwards. It was worse this time cause there were people around my age and they had lovers so it made me feel way too awkward. I'm really unsocial am I?
So the morals of this hot summers day were:
• Make an effort to sleep earlier. School is almost starting
• Be emotionally and physically ready for the social hardships of grocery shopping
• I'm still fated to be eternally alone.
So there I was sitting at the dining table on my iPod on the game which I stayed up till 3 in the morning playing. I think my sentence structure is diminishing over the holidays, especially at 1 in the morning. I live a sad life.
So after melting at the computer desk for a few hours, I went with mum to give a relative a quick visit to wish them a good new year (remember it's Asian family we're talking about).
Well, then there was shopping. Grocery shopping, of course. I'm the age where I'm allowed to get my own basket and get my own stuff then wander around the supermarket in search of my mum again. She always seems to be at the meat section when I find her. I'm not sure if that's something to be concerned of.
The thing I hate about shopping (or almost any other form of social public interaction) is the aisles. Passing people in aisles are the worst thing. That's why I skip them and go back afterwards. It was worse this time cause there were people around my age and they had lovers so it made me feel way too awkward. I'm really unsocial am I?
So the morals of this hot summers day were:
• Make an effort to sleep earlier. School is almost starting
• Be emotionally and physically ready for the social hardships of grocery shopping
• I'm still fated to be eternally alone.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
day: twenty three
Today was quite a boring day, but a tiring one. I have no introduction left so there.
I woke up from possibly a nightmare. I don't want to go into detail but there were guards with rifles and a woman in a bazooka threatening to kill us. I really hate how I didn't know it was that absurd to realize it was a dream, I mean who the hell plans to mass murder people up close with a bazooka on the beach? Why can't I be imaginative when I'm awake?
Onto some more draining matters, I had to photocopy pages and pages of this thick booklet my parents gave me. They're so weird sometimes. I'm sitting there for the whole day printing out so much stuff. I have never been so not entertained in my life. I think it would be less of an ordeal if the printer actually printed and didn't make concerning clanking sounds half the time.
I'm really tired to write anything over 5 paragraphs tonight so I'll leave it to my morals of today:
• Be worried if your dreams are filled with guns and warfare and mass murder.
• Get a new printer
P.S. I got some lovey new free pens today, I'm not actually 100% sure if they were free though
I woke up from possibly a nightmare. I don't want to go into detail but there were guards with rifles and a woman in a bazooka threatening to kill us. I really hate how I didn't know it was that absurd to realize it was a dream, I mean who the hell plans to mass murder people up close with a bazooka on the beach? Why can't I be imaginative when I'm awake?
Onto some more draining matters, I had to photocopy pages and pages of this thick booklet my parents gave me. They're so weird sometimes. I'm sitting there for the whole day printing out so much stuff. I have never been so not entertained in my life. I think it would be less of an ordeal if the printer actually printed and didn't make concerning clanking sounds half the time.
I'm really tired to write anything over 5 paragraphs tonight so I'll leave it to my morals of today:
• Be worried if your dreams are filled with guns and warfare and mass murder.
• Get a new printer
P.S. I got some lovey new free pens today, I'm not actually 100% sure if they were free though
Monday, January 23, 2012
day: twenty two
Happy Chinese new year everybody! We Vietnamese people like to call it lunar new year. Just because that's how much we respect the Chinese. I'm only joking.
Today was a very mediocre day in terms of celebrations. I didn't really want to wake up today so I just laid in bed drifting off to dreamland every so often. I plan to keep a dream diary: the problem is that I always fail to remember them.
I didn't do much on the computer either that afternoon. I guess everyone else was there off visiting other families and having people over at their houses and getting red pocket money whereas I have none. I'm lonely and deprived of money. What a lovely combination.
Then was the inevitable visit to the temple. I just went with mum as usual whereas every other teenager was with their so called lover of 3 months or 4. (Bby i luv yu 5eva 52 xoxo) Apart from feeling lonely and pathetic, I was surprised by the amount of 10 year old girls who are already in short shorts and a somewhat revealing top. Same with boys donning short shorts, singlets and an optional snapback or two (or even three or infinity). I know I'm exaggerating but it feels good to degrade people when you're clearly degraded yourself.
So with praying and eating and walking and watching the temple festivities, I came home to my beloved (and also really outdated) desktop computer. There's nothing better than watching your favorite series (or webseries in this case) on your computer after a long hard day of doing almost nothing on a day of good luck and prosperity. Finished season 3 of Web Therapy, onto season 4!
Therefore, the morals of today are:
• Be more festive on lunar new years
• Keep on insulting everyone that's better than you because it makes you feel good because you're that sad
• Keep watching Web Therapy because you probably need some therapy of your own
P.S. 2:30am is really a bad time to write about my boring uneventful life.
Today was a very mediocre day in terms of celebrations. I didn't really want to wake up today so I just laid in bed drifting off to dreamland every so often. I plan to keep a dream diary: the problem is that I always fail to remember them.
I didn't do much on the computer either that afternoon. I guess everyone else was there off visiting other families and having people over at their houses and getting red pocket money whereas I have none. I'm lonely and deprived of money. What a lovely combination.
Then was the inevitable visit to the temple. I just went with mum as usual whereas every other teenager was with their so called lover of 3 months or 4. (Bby i luv yu 5eva 52 xoxo) Apart from feeling lonely and pathetic, I was surprised by the amount of 10 year old girls who are already in short shorts and a somewhat revealing top. Same with boys donning short shorts, singlets and an optional snapback or two (or even three or infinity). I know I'm exaggerating but it feels good to degrade people when you're clearly degraded yourself.
So with praying and eating and walking and watching the temple festivities, I came home to my beloved (and also really outdated) desktop computer. There's nothing better than watching your favorite series (or webseries in this case) on your computer after a long hard day of doing almost nothing on a day of good luck and prosperity. Finished season 3 of Web Therapy, onto season 4!
Therefore, the morals of today are:
• Be more festive on lunar new years
• Keep on insulting everyone that's better than you because it makes you feel good because you're that sad
• Keep watching Web Therapy because you probably need some therapy of your own
P.S. 2:30am is really a bad time to write about my boring uneventful life.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
day: twenty one
Stayed up till four playing a game someone recommended me. I'm stupid enough to do that when I have tutor at 12 the next day. You could say I'm mental, because I am.
Tutor was as boring as hell, but at least I have a friend to giggle with at random things like teachers' mistakes and whether the pigeons ever came back to shit on the windows.
Then after that was shopping with mum. I don't mind Coles or Woolworths (I'm still a Safeway person at heart) but shopping at asian supermarkets are a tad unbreathable and intense, especially when you're wearing a bag full of textbooks. Footscray Asian stores have that lovely sticky feeling on the soles of your shoes, the sound is even more lovely. Just don't ever let your shoelaces run loose or else you'll have sticky hands from tying them up.
Aside from that, I wondered what would happen on my wedding day. I mean, I'm only a teenager but a friends friend started planning everybody's wedding. So that made me think: I wonder if the person I feel like choosing my best man right now will be different to the one on my wedding day. That is if I even get a girlfriend. Add to that my awkwardness and you probably get abstinence and virginity. The point was the absence of love not sex,
unfortunately.
I really do worry about my future sometimes, but in the meantime, I shall learn kpop dances and sing like an idiot and hate everyone at school and do all sorts of stuff weird people do like staying at home all day and declining party invitations because I'm too lazy too buy someone a present.
So here we are with my daily morals:
• Stop staying up till 4
• Stop grocery shopping with mum
• Stop thinking about your marriage, you'll never get laid anyway.
P.S I'm bored.
Tutor was as boring as hell, but at least I have a friend to giggle with at random things like teachers' mistakes and whether the pigeons ever came back to shit on the windows.
Then after that was shopping with mum. I don't mind Coles or Woolworths (I'm still a Safeway person at heart) but shopping at asian supermarkets are a tad unbreathable and intense, especially when you're wearing a bag full of textbooks. Footscray Asian stores have that lovely sticky feeling on the soles of your shoes, the sound is even more lovely. Just don't ever let your shoelaces run loose or else you'll have sticky hands from tying them up.
Aside from that, I wondered what would happen on my wedding day. I mean, I'm only a teenager but a friends friend started planning everybody's wedding. So that made me think: I wonder if the person I feel like choosing my best man right now will be different to the one on my wedding day. That is if I even get a girlfriend. Add to that my awkwardness and you probably get abstinence and virginity. The point was the absence of love not sex,
unfortunately.
I really do worry about my future sometimes, but in the meantime, I shall learn kpop dances and sing like an idiot and hate everyone at school and do all sorts of stuff weird people do like staying at home all day and declining party invitations because I'm too lazy too buy someone a present.
So here we are with my daily morals:
• Stop staying up till 4
• Stop grocery shopping with mum
• Stop thinking about your marriage, you'll never get laid anyway.
P.S I'm bored.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
day: twenty
I don't know how much time I spend on the computer. It's either sitting at the computer desk, sleeping or eating. I take no breaks from the comp because I'm so badass. Only joking, I still have the urge to pee every so often.
At least I finished off my tutor work early in the day. By finishing off, I just skipped the questions because I couldn't be bothered. But at least made an effort, it's effort that counts.
Which reminds me, I better start reading my novels for English next year. They're so damn boring once the school makes you read them. I think I'm up to scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet and I'm already confused and bored. Yes, the language is pretty and meant to be read aloud, but I'm pretty sure 346% of it was lost in translation.
So the morals of today:
• Be more awesome than you already are.^
^I'm just joking, I'm far from it
At least I finished off my tutor work early in the day. By finishing off, I just skipped the questions because I couldn't be bothered. But at least made an effort, it's effort that counts.
Which reminds me, I better start reading my novels for English next year. They're so damn boring once the school makes you read them. I think I'm up to scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet and I'm already confused and bored. Yes, the language is pretty and meant to be read aloud, but I'm pretty sure 346% of it was lost in translation.
So the morals of today:
• Be more awesome than you already are.^
^I'm just joking, I'm far from it
Friday, January 20, 2012
day: nineteen
I couldn't sleep yesterday, so I ended up sleeping at 4 am and we all know that if we sleep late, we wake up late and I was actually surprised I woke up at 4 pm today. I've never woken up so late, it feels like the whole day has gone.
At least I had the time to shower, eat and do my chemistry homework. Then I went to tutor, it was the usual, just only there was some other new kid from Melbourne High who's doing the same as me. I really don't like people from schools who do all advanced stuff. They make me look so dumb but in actual fact, I'm jealous of them and I desperately want to go to their superior school. Don't get me started on how I'm not allowed to change schools. That made me go through all sorts of emotions.
I guess I'm trying to male this post more happy than I actually am. I'm having a tough time this whole week and I don't really want to blog about such stuff. Let's just say I'm trying to move on from the ordeal and to take things into my own hands before my non-existent feelings get hurt even more.
So the morals of today were:
• Sleep earlier because you will die when school starts
• Stop being so jealous
• Suck it up, princess
God, I'm so bored being alone sometimes... That's why I have the Internet!
At least I had the time to shower, eat and do my chemistry homework. Then I went to tutor, it was the usual, just only there was some other new kid from Melbourne High who's doing the same as me. I really don't like people from schools who do all advanced stuff. They make me look so dumb but in actual fact, I'm jealous of them and I desperately want to go to their superior school. Don't get me started on how I'm not allowed to change schools. That made me go through all sorts of emotions.
I guess I'm trying to male this post more happy than I actually am. I'm having a tough time this whole week and I don't really want to blog about such stuff. Let's just say I'm trying to move on from the ordeal and to take things into my own hands before my non-existent feelings get hurt even more.
So the morals of today were:
• Sleep earlier because you will die when school starts
• Stop being so jealous
• Suck it up, princess
God, I'm so bored being alone sometimes... That's why I have the Internet!
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
day: eighteen
Tagging is really painful when you forget to do it. I really hate it how I'd need to republish posts just so I could add a small word to it.
I really hate iTunes sometimes. When I double click on your icon, I want you to load in the next minute or I'll get frustrated when you pop out of nowhere in the next hour. And you sync my iPod whenever I want it to be synced. I feel like punching something when it takes 10 minutes for it to finally realize. Apart from disconnecting me from the internet from whatever crucially important matter I'm doing, my iPod is literally locked up for the next five minutes when I actually want to play music. I hate you iTunes. I wonder if you work better on Macs? That's probably the reason: blame the rivalry between companies.
You could say I'm a tad obsessed when it comes to Lucky Star. If you don't know what it is, it's a "slice of life" anime. It's one of those shows where it makes you go "oh my god, I know right!" and it never fails to make me laugh. After enjoying the 25 episodes, now I have nothing to look forward to again. I think I went a little overboard in trying to find online games in which Lucky Star oh-so indiscreetly parodied. They should call it a "post-series depression". It's also like that time I watched Mr. Bean's Holiday about 5 times every day. I'm a weird child.
Another boring day today, and so the morals of today were:
I really hate iTunes sometimes. When I double click on your icon, I want you to load in the next minute or I'll get frustrated when you pop out of nowhere in the next hour. And you sync my iPod whenever I want it to be synced. I feel like punching something when it takes 10 minutes for it to finally realize. Apart from disconnecting me from the internet from whatever crucially important matter I'm doing, my iPod is literally locked up for the next five minutes when I actually want to play music. I hate you iTunes. I wonder if you work better on Macs? That's probably the reason: blame the rivalry between companies.
You could say I'm a tad obsessed when it comes to Lucky Star. If you don't know what it is, it's a "slice of life" anime. It's one of those shows where it makes you go "oh my god, I know right!" and it never fails to make me laugh. After enjoying the 25 episodes, now I have nothing to look forward to again. I think I went a little overboard in trying to find online games in which Lucky Star oh-so indiscreetly parodied. They should call it a "post-series depression". It's also like that time I watched Mr. Bean's Holiday about 5 times every day. I'm a weird child.
Another boring day today, and so the morals of today were:
- Remember to tag your posts
- Keep hating on iTunes
- Depression is a serious issue
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
day: seventeen
I really don't like summer. Especially where I live, it hurts to move. I'm afraid cooking anything in the kitchen will set the whole neighborhood on fire. 33 degrees Celsius. I hope the electricity generator (no, it's not actually a generator, but I don't really know the word for that metal box thing on the electricity poles that supplies us with electricity) doesn't explode again. It had the whole neighborhood without electricity for a week. Stupid energy suppliers.I really hope our tree doesn't spontaneously combust again in an obscure hour of the night. It had my parents scared for their life. I couldn't really care less. It sorta looked pretty too. I know I'm going to be a really bad Asian parent when I grow up...
With more lighter matters, I was gaming today. Now I'm not very good at any sorts of games but I really do like being alone whilst gaming (mainly because I don't want to be overshadowed by other gamers). I'm okay with one other good friend being in the same party (heh, I feel like a social person saying that word) but it just gets weird when everyone's joining in frolicking and waving about their social (in gaming perspective, in human perspective, it'd be laughed upon) status like a prostitute on drugs*. I don't like cocky people.
I also had a cousin come over to greet us a happy Chinese new year (it's quite normal to visit someone in Asian traditions like that). As an unsocial and extremely awkward person, I always try to figure out what to do when guests are over talking to my parents. My usual reaction would be to open the fridge, open the cupboards, clean the desk, do everything to make you look busy instead of lazing about on your ass all day on the computer seat (which is what I do do every day). The awkward thing was that there was no seat left for me. Where the he'll do I sit? On the floor? I mean, it's really hard for me to try to look social.
So the morals of today were:
• Stay cool in summer by not moving at all
• Gaming is not the real world (nor is the Internet and, hence, blogging)
• Practice what to do when an unexpected guest arrives.
* Yeah, I'm mean sometimes.
With more lighter matters, I was gaming today. Now I'm not very good at any sorts of games but I really do like being alone whilst gaming (mainly because I don't want to be overshadowed by other gamers). I'm okay with one other good friend being in the same party (heh, I feel like a social person saying that word) but it just gets weird when everyone's joining in frolicking and waving about their social (in gaming perspective, in human perspective, it'd be laughed upon) status like a prostitute on drugs*. I don't like cocky people.
I also had a cousin come over to greet us a happy Chinese new year (it's quite normal to visit someone in Asian traditions like that). As an unsocial and extremely awkward person, I always try to figure out what to do when guests are over talking to my parents. My usual reaction would be to open the fridge, open the cupboards, clean the desk, do everything to make you look busy instead of lazing about on your ass all day on the computer seat (which is what I do do every day). The awkward thing was that there was no seat left for me. Where the he'll do I sit? On the floor? I mean, it's really hard for me to try to look social.
So the morals of today were:
• Stay cool in summer by not moving at all
• Gaming is not the real world (nor is the Internet and, hence, blogging)
• Practice what to do when an unexpected guest arrives.
* Yeah, I'm mean sometimes.
day: fifteen and sixteen
Compressing two days into one post because I'm that lazy! It's not like I even had anything happen these past days. Along with my short term memory loss, I don't really remember anything.
day fifteen
I swear, I can't remember anything from yesterday let alone the day before that... But as my usual self, I found a song to replay hundreds of times before I get tired of them! I'm fond of melancholy songs. As a result I end up thinking I'm in some movie every time I play it on my iPod. It's a bad habit of mine.
day sixteen
I'm really sensitive and prone to curl up into a ball against the corners of a wall when my feelings are hurt. Yeah, you get the story.
so the moral of this blog post is:
day fifteen
I swear, I can't remember anything from yesterday let alone the day before that... But as my usual self, I found a song to replay hundreds of times before I get tired of them! I'm fond of melancholy songs. As a result I end up thinking I'm in some movie every time I play it on my iPod. It's a bad habit of mine.
day sixteen
I'm really sensitive and prone to curl up into a ball against the corners of a wall when my feelings are hurt. Yeah, you get the story.
so the moral of this blog post is:
- remember what you did the day before.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
day: fourteen
Weekends can be so draining. It's Saturday and I'm waking up at 6am when I've set my alarm at 9am. The normal people would usually wake up 5 minutes before their alarm, but I wake up 2 hours and 55 minutes prior to them.
Then as usual I would go back to sleep (because I actually need it). The night before I set my alarm tone to something that would make my ears bleed if I let the tune go off for too long. Somehow my instincts told me to immediately turn it off as soon as it rung, whether I was half awake or not. Then I did the "I can just nap for like 5 minutes or so" and slept until 11.
Not having completed my homework the night before, I shat myself*. Well, in the end they all let me off for doing some scrawny drawing of a sword for a "Macbeth promotional poster" and I had a substitute for science tutor, which was a total relief since I didn't even know what questions to do. Sometimes I do think there's a God out there...
Back to home at 5pm and I couldn't feel more tired. Maybe nibbling on some sugar till I started buzzing might be a good idea for some energy? But sour snakes were the closest thing. We all love sour snakes, don't deny it. Because I will hunt you down and force you to eat sour snakes until you like them^. At least I mustered up the energy to complete my other set of tutor homework that was due tomorrow. Gosh, I've got English to do! Maths to see! So little time! I managed to get it done with the help of some helpful friends. I still can't get the image of "The Matrix" out of my head when doing matrices. I haven't even seen the movie from start to end.
Well at least my day didn't entirely revolve around maths and tutor and complications with my alarm. It did, however, revolve around the reminiscence of The Saddle Club. I know I'm a guy but no doubt I was a sucker for almost any show when I was a kid. Now that I think about it, The Saddle Club was cool back then. Horsey this horsey that, daddy I want a pony. No, I didn't ask dad for a pony covered in pink, but I surely wanted to at least ride one without dying (that episode where the girl fell of that horse that went bonkers totally freaked me out) and I still do wanna ride one.
I didn't get to ride one on school camp though, it was so unfair how we were the only group who missed out on horse riding. At least we didn't have a risk of falling off and hurting ourselves (that actually happened to someone). They smell like shit though, no offense. Or maybe there wasn't enough space in the stables? Regardless, it was quite a stench when we were on our way back from bushwalking.
I really do love looking back at the kiddy shows we watched. But nowadays, casting is terrible and I only ever love the original. Take Bananas in Pyjamas as an example. Animation is a whole wad of crap. The characters don't even look vaguely similar anymore. The 00's were so fun back then...
So the moral of today is:
• Hello world, this is me
• Life should be
• ooh ooh yeah, fun for everyone^^
* It's a derogatory figure of speech, what else do you expect from a fifteen year old? Be happy I can be able to construct a valid sentence.
^ I won't actually do it, I'm too lazy.
^^ If you understood this, you are awesome.
Then as usual I would go back to sleep (because I actually need it). The night before I set my alarm tone to something that would make my ears bleed if I let the tune go off for too long. Somehow my instincts told me to immediately turn it off as soon as it rung, whether I was half awake or not. Then I did the "I can just nap for like 5 minutes or so" and slept until 11.
Not having completed my homework the night before, I shat myself*. Well, in the end they all let me off for doing some scrawny drawing of a sword for a "Macbeth promotional poster" and I had a substitute for science tutor, which was a total relief since I didn't even know what questions to do. Sometimes I do think there's a God out there...
Back to home at 5pm and I couldn't feel more tired. Maybe nibbling on some sugar till I started buzzing might be a good idea for some energy? But sour snakes were the closest thing. We all love sour snakes, don't deny it. Because I will hunt you down and force you to eat sour snakes until you like them^. At least I mustered up the energy to complete my other set of tutor homework that was due tomorrow. Gosh, I've got English to do! Maths to see! So little time! I managed to get it done with the help of some helpful friends. I still can't get the image of "The Matrix" out of my head when doing matrices. I haven't even seen the movie from start to end.
Well at least my day didn't entirely revolve around maths and tutor and complications with my alarm. It did, however, revolve around the reminiscence of The Saddle Club. I know I'm a guy but no doubt I was a sucker for almost any show when I was a kid. Now that I think about it, The Saddle Club was cool back then. Horsey this horsey that, daddy I want a pony. No, I didn't ask dad for a pony covered in pink, but I surely wanted to at least ride one without dying (that episode where the girl fell of that horse that went bonkers totally freaked me out) and I still do wanna ride one.
I didn't get to ride one on school camp though, it was so unfair how we were the only group who missed out on horse riding. At least we didn't have a risk of falling off and hurting ourselves (that actually happened to someone). They smell like shit though, no offense. Or maybe there wasn't enough space in the stables? Regardless, it was quite a stench when we were on our way back from bushwalking.
I really do love looking back at the kiddy shows we watched. But nowadays, casting is terrible and I only ever love the original. Take Bananas in Pyjamas as an example. Animation is a whole wad of crap. The characters don't even look vaguely similar anymore. The 00's were so fun back then...
So the moral of today is:
• Hello world, this is me
• Life should be
• ooh ooh yeah, fun for everyone^^
* It's a derogatory figure of speech, what else do you expect from a fifteen year old? Be happy I can be able to construct a valid sentence.
^ I won't actually do it, I'm too lazy.
^^ If you understood this, you are awesome.
day: thirteen
It's Friday as well! Apart from wishing death upon people I dislike, it was a day of stationery and more procrastination.
I used to love stationery shopping. The inner geek in me always enjoyed being around the presence of masses of paper and pencils. That roughly translates to frolicking around at Officeworks. But today was different: I didn't have a stationery list. Either my school was so lazy not to supply me with any sort of list of the amount of books I was supposed to buy or I was too dumb not to collect one. I call shenanigans on it.
So there I was walking around with other people doing the same shopping (they looked like they were in university or VCE so I felt so premature and stupid by their presence; I'm only a fifteen year old) and so it hit me: I want pretty books this time round.
I absolutely hated those stupid 64 page binder exercise books. They were awkward and stupid and so thin and fragile. I wanted one that all the cool grade A students get: a ColourHide Marbig notebook or one of those Spirax notebooks. Let me tell you: it took almost an hour to decide between the two. I got the ColourHide one just because it's more colourful than the yellow checkered Spirax ones that induce permanent eye damage if you look at it for too long. You know that feeling when you're tired of shopping and you start feeling dizzy? I felt that. Never have I had an unpleasant experience with stationery shopping. I have failed my duties as a geek.
I went to the pens and pencils section too. Nothing new, just a few pens here and there and a refill for my pacers. (Asians love pacers*) I felt that so much was missing without a list to guide me. Usually it'd be some binder and display folders that you'd end up never using in your life ever again, but that's what makes it fulfilling about stationery shopping. So many 2B and 2H pencils have been laying idle in my house, gathering up like a whole country of virgin pencils that hadn't touched a paper before. I actually feel sorry for unused stationery...
So I come home at 9pm with the utter horror realization that I have tutor early tomorrow. (Asians have multiple tutors, yes)^ So that led me to secretly do my wad of unfinished work without mum trying to find out. Luckily she didn't, but somehow she had a sudden influx of chores to do. It always happens at the worst times. Normally I would be complacent with things like these but the thought of no homework done just made me do it willingly and quickly (I never said with quality though!).
But I still didn't manage to complete it. Which means I need to wake up early to get it done. 1st world problems are so hilarious sometimes.
So the morals of today are:
• Life is hard when you don't like stationery shopping anymore.
• Life is also hard when you need to wake up early.
* A funny comment that was a tad racist, but it's true though. Asians DO love pacers.
^ A funny comment that was a tad false. Not all Asians have multiple tutors.
I used to love stationery shopping. The inner geek in me always enjoyed being around the presence of masses of paper and pencils. That roughly translates to frolicking around at Officeworks. But today was different: I didn't have a stationery list. Either my school was so lazy not to supply me with any sort of list of the amount of books I was supposed to buy or I was too dumb not to collect one. I call shenanigans on it.
So there I was walking around with other people doing the same shopping (they looked like they were in university or VCE so I felt so premature and stupid by their presence; I'm only a fifteen year old) and so it hit me: I want pretty books this time round.
I absolutely hated those stupid 64 page binder exercise books. They were awkward and stupid and so thin and fragile. I wanted one that all the cool grade A students get: a ColourHide Marbig notebook or one of those Spirax notebooks. Let me tell you: it took almost an hour to decide between the two. I got the ColourHide one just because it's more colourful than the yellow checkered Spirax ones that induce permanent eye damage if you look at it for too long. You know that feeling when you're tired of shopping and you start feeling dizzy? I felt that. Never have I had an unpleasant experience with stationery shopping. I have failed my duties as a geek.
I went to the pens and pencils section too. Nothing new, just a few pens here and there and a refill for my pacers. (Asians love pacers*) I felt that so much was missing without a list to guide me. Usually it'd be some binder and display folders that you'd end up never using in your life ever again, but that's what makes it fulfilling about stationery shopping. So many 2B and 2H pencils have been laying idle in my house, gathering up like a whole country of virgin pencils that hadn't touched a paper before. I actually feel sorry for unused stationery...
So I come home at 9pm with the utter horror realization that I have tutor early tomorrow. (Asians have multiple tutors, yes)^ So that led me to secretly do my wad of unfinished work without mum trying to find out. Luckily she didn't, but somehow she had a sudden influx of chores to do. It always happens at the worst times. Normally I would be complacent with things like these but the thought of no homework done just made me do it willingly and quickly (I never said with quality though!).
But I still didn't manage to complete it. Which means I need to wake up early to get it done. 1st world problems are so hilarious sometimes.
So the morals of today are:
• Life is hard when you don't like stationery shopping anymore.
• Life is also hard when you need to wake up early.
* A funny comment that was a tad racist, but it's true though. Asians DO love pacers.
^ A funny comment that was a tad false. Not all Asians have multiple tutors.
Friday, January 13, 2012
day: solve for x (2x+4=3x-8)
Yes, solve for x and you shall find the answer. Testing you on your basic algebra won't hurt that much, would it? Let's see if your 7th grade teacher did you any good at maths! (For Asians like me, we would have been familiar with it when we were 5*)
Now onto my actual blog post:
I hate timing. Especially when it has a specific date before the opportunity expires and gets thrown out. (kind of like spoilt milk!) Diaries are the worst when it comes to timing and commitment. Wouldn't it be so cool and movie-like to start smack bang on January 1st? It'd be so authentic and legitimate! But no, I'm a lazy dude with no self-motivation about doing a 366 day project (I feel so accomplished remembering the leap year, it's like trying to remember what day christmas is!*) so I just felt like starting 12.5 days late. (hence the fact that it's past midnight)
On summer (seasons in Melbourne mean nothing, it was shit cold today) holidays and I wake up at 1:30pm as per usual. And as per usual, I sit on a chair for the next four hours. Staring at a computer screen, of course. I don't know how time just flies by before I realize I still need to shower and do my tutor work before mum comes home to pick me up. (to go to tutor, it's an Asian thing*) I procrastinate for everything except breathe and eat. (and other fun stuff like that^)
So here's what I learnt at tutor:
That seating plans are automatically in place, regardless of where you sit the first time. There are exceptions though, like when a new person comes. But that's even more awkward. It's a mental game of "where do I sit so everyone in this class will be happy because if I sit in the wrong place I will be hated forever^". Regardless of where you're at, there's always a seat showdown. I had one today. I lost. Oh and I also learnt to how to memorize Avogadro's constant! Don't we all LOVE 'chemistry'? (I like puns. I find them punny.)
So the morals of today are:
• Twelve days are too late for diaries or anything else like text messages, plane flights, doctors' appointments or periods^^^^^^^
• Procrastination is key
• There are ALWAYS seating plans. They're bullshit.
• Don't ever write diary/blog entries at 1:50 AM cause chances are that your brain will be deasghjvj hcdu jgedv h ppjcrg.*
*I joke, I joke, it's sarcasm.
^This is sarcasm too but not really, because I always put breathing as first priority.
^^^^^^^ This is severe sarcasm. I am a guy but this joke was intended to be humorous for a female audience. This is the reason I'm going to hell. I joke too much.
Now onto my actual blog post:
I hate timing. Especially when it has a specific date before the opportunity expires and gets thrown out. (kind of like spoilt milk!) Diaries are the worst when it comes to timing and commitment. Wouldn't it be so cool and movie-like to start smack bang on January 1st? It'd be so authentic and legitimate! But no, I'm a lazy dude with no self-motivation about doing a 366 day project (I feel so accomplished remembering the leap year, it's like trying to remember what day christmas is!*) so I just felt like starting 12.5 days late. (hence the fact that it's past midnight)
On summer (seasons in Melbourne mean nothing, it was shit cold today) holidays and I wake up at 1:30pm as per usual. And as per usual, I sit on a chair for the next four hours. Staring at a computer screen, of course. I don't know how time just flies by before I realize I still need to shower and do my tutor work before mum comes home to pick me up. (to go to tutor, it's an Asian thing*) I procrastinate for everything except breathe and eat. (and other fun stuff like that^)
So here's what I learnt at tutor:
That seating plans are automatically in place, regardless of where you sit the first time. There are exceptions though, like when a new person comes. But that's even more awkward. It's a mental game of "where do I sit so everyone in this class will be happy because if I sit in the wrong place I will be hated forever^". Regardless of where you're at, there's always a seat showdown. I had one today. I lost. Oh and I also learnt to how to memorize Avogadro's constant! Don't we all LOVE 'chemistry'? (I like puns. I find them punny.)
So the morals of today are:
• Twelve days are too late for diaries or anything else like text messages, plane flights, doctors' appointments or periods^^^^^^^
• Procrastination is key
• There are ALWAYS seating plans. They're bullshit.
• Don't ever write diary/blog entries at 1:50 AM cause chances are that your brain will be deasghjvj hcdu jgedv h ppjcrg.*
*I joke, I joke, it's sarcasm.
^This is sarcasm too but not really, because I always put breathing as first priority.
^^^^^^^ This is severe sarcasm. I am a guy but this joke was intended to be humorous for a female audience. This is the reason I'm going to hell. I joke too much.
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