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.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
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.
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.
Monday, April 23, 2012
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.
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.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
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 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.
Friday, April 13, 2012
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
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.
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!
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!
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
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 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.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
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!
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!
Friday, April 6, 2012
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.
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.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
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 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.
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 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.
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