Okay 10 minutes until it's officially 24 hours to the new year.
Suppose it's time to bring out idealistic views of what this year may bring and scrawl down some resolutions.
1. Be more conscientious and studies-orientated.
I don't know how I'll manage but it's not like I enjoy being a lazy slob. So yeah :D
2. Get into University of New South Wales.
I don't know why specifically UNSW but I remember one day Mr. Jack said something with a degree of certainty that I'd end up there. He said with this confidence and ever since I had this perception that UNSW was this exclusive winners' club. So yeah, I know if I get in I'd be proud to tell anyone my uni. So yeah. UNSW ftp!
3. Lose some weight until I'm not slightly overweight.
This will get angry catcalls and rebutts that I'm not fat, I know. I'm not fat I'm just chubby and I'd like to lose this baby fat by the end of next year and start the next phase of my life (UNI STUDENT-ISM) with confidence in my body image. I know that's just something really pathetic to others, but it's really something I'd like to do.
4. Do something I'll look back when I'm older and know it was significant and I can be proud of.
This I don't know either, I'm sure I'll know when I'm older : ) Hello older self!
5. Fix all my social problems.
I acknowledge that I have a few and hopefully it'll all smooth out by next year.
6. Grab myself a boyfriend.
LMAO at #6. I know bad timing, but I need a mental buttress during the hectic craze next year and I just figured I'd want it in the form a boyfriend. Lol
OKAY ! THAT'S IT! :) Watch out 2008.
If I had been placed in a zoo I would be in the same pen as a koala.
Today all i did was take extended naps, eat ice cubes and read my novel. And with the exception of reading that's basically what is entailed in the lifestyle of a koala. Shocking.
Wait I'll paste this snippet of a conversation I had with someone about eating cubes.
edwina 95.1 - milk and cereal says: i don't know why cubes, i opened the freezer and i felt compelled to eat the cubes. Like I owed them the honour of being eaten. Rather like kamikaze cubes , kamicubes =/ <-- That is a lot of ramble, must be the cubes.
Okay so I lied I did like the most miniscule amount of Japanese homework but it can hardly amount to anything worth boasting about. I find it still so hard to commit myself, whilst doing work I tempt myself with options which inevitably lead onto a distraction. Sigh !
However I do see this as progress, at least im doing something. Rather than nothing. So lol ?
My brain today feels like it's levitating, all day I had this feeling of denial. My refusal to acknowledge that next year would be the most impacting year of my entire life. So far, at least. And I'm laying in bed pretending I could do that forever.
OH MY GOSH, I want my blog to be published as a book someday : p I don't know why, I doubt my life itself is interesting enough to read. Though I wish it was, who wouldn't want to lead an interesting life?The book would be called. Icecubes : A memoir.
Okay I don't think that the title should be based on today just because I ate icecubes, but until something more significant comes along it's going to remain as icecubes. Which is sad come to think about it that I consider htis the most significant facet in life as to date.
Rambling to avoid Japanese homework, so.. bye ! :D
OOFT ! I want to share this bit of Norwegian Wood with you. Hang on a moment.
"When I'm absorbed in a game though I lose track of who are the patients and who are staff. This is kind of strange. I know this will sound strange, but when I look at the people around me during a game, they all look equally deformed."
Wow. It kind of gently reminds you that we're all disgustingly flawed in some way and that's what unites us all to work together, our imperfections.
What's the best book you read this year?
Pride and Prejudice !
For those who want to read more about my general day, please make your way to my v. v. good friend Amy's Vox. http://heilamy.vox.com I accidentally blogged on her's instead : D
I have come to the realisation that I choose the most inappropriate times to take a sip of water.
Suggestion: Never drink water when watching Kevjumba. It's a health hazard.
Suggestion: Do not drink water in a movie just before an idle, stray old lady pushing a trolley appears. The sight could kill you.
My gosh my throat feels slightly tampered with.
I'm currently reading (well a bit of) Norwegian Wood, I bought it a few months ago but haha ! Thank you Preliminaries in the assisting of forgetting I actually owned the book :)
Look I even drew a picture to illustrate how detrimental it is to drink water when watching old ladies push trolleys like they posess permits on the footpath.
Notice my brilliant use of blue to signify that it's water? Thank you !
Teehee. So I do think that should be about enough for today :)
Auf Wiedersehn.
So a quarter of my Christmas disappeared because last night I stayed up until 5am watching A Shot At Love with Tila Tequila which suprisingly is really interesting.
Lmao :) I woke up at 1pm today, WOW :)
What am I rambling about?
Oh dear. I must call Amy soon. To see if the movie thing is still on.
Love.
Mind you this particular entry is completely forced.
My complete lack of commitment and dedication would have left this blog to collect its dust next to father time, if I haven't realised all the previous effort and heart I had placed here.
Today I was supposed to start my notes writing but I somehow managed to convince myself out of it, I feel so pathetic. Why is it so hard to write notes? It's not even boring, yet I find it so hard to take the initiative and set some time to arrange a better future for myself.
I caught my mother out trying to give her mother's day gift from me to somebody else for christmas. She then tried to persuade me into it with her Asian ideology. Unlucky for her, the type of society that has lent its values to me had me believe the sentimental worth behind those very very old chocolates. I mean, gosh I didn't buy those chocolates just so she could recycle them.
A rock hard Roses chocolate fell on the bridge of my nose, causing it to collapse. Lmao, okay so the damage imposed was slightly exaggerated but it really truly hurt. This was when I was checking the cupboard for the chocolates my mum wanted me to find to give to the person. Mum was on the phone and I yelped, knowing my tendency to climb countertops she asked if I had falled worriedly. I cried "It fell" and she replied back, YOU FELL?! And I had to explain to her that the chocolate fell on my nose and she started laughing. On the reproaching that it was not a laughing matter that my nose could potentially broken she reassured me in between laughs that she had not been laughing (:|) Right. So she told me they were in a transparent box, thinking it was the Roses box since she could not possibly have been referring to my chocolates, I told her the Roses were already opened. She told me that it wasn't those ones leaving only two options. My chocolates and Lindt chocolates. Knowing full well my mother's insatiable Lindt addiction I knew she was referring to the Darrel Lea ones I bought her for Mothers Day. I calmly informed her and bla bla bla. After much reiterating that I gave it she said she'll look for something else to give to the unfamiliar acquaintance. She didn't even feel guilty about it - -"
I truly don't like Christmas, it's so dominating, it doesn't give the other subordinate holidays a chance like Thanksgiving, who here in Australia went out of their way and bought a turkey for the sake of giving thanks?
I'm going through a rather lethargic stage in life. Everything is supported by these delayed lazy movements. Reading a page of Atonement takes me 5 minutes. Then again is that my fault or McEwan's excessive to the maximum description?
I spent the whole day playing Pokemon Pearl, reading Atonement and watching Lord of the Rings : The Fellowship of the Rings. Lmao. Good ole' movie.
I find myself trying to quicken my reading to arrive on the intersting part, but what would happen in the event that there wasn't anything anymore exciting than what was already written. Oh no !
The trailers got me all excited and I just feel a little underwhelmed because I haven't even finished part one.
Recent events has allowed me the knowledge that I must appear emo from my blog. So a notice for future use, I am not. Far from it.
But it just so happens, that my mind operates in that particular way. My blog is far from my mind if anything remotely happy occurs. However if it was something rather negative, tragic, entrapping then I would go my way to liberate my angst by blogging. Because it works, pressing this Post button is an immense relief.
Which coming to think about it is really metaphoric. Are afflictions in life truly more write-worthy, more significant than those that bring joy?
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On with the show ! Today I had lunch at Toscani's with my fellow gangster friends. A/N: They're not really gangsters, I wouldn't really associate to them otherwise. So the names are as follows : Tricia.N, Vivienne.L, Lina.T and myself. Why the surname was necessary is beyond me maybe because it's for future recollection when I'm too senile to recall these names myself.
What we had: The gangsters had Spagbol (haha, way to go for appetizing), which in my opinion is rather dull because like Tricia said it tastes exactly the ones that come out of a can. So why go to the lengths of paying $12 for it when it's readily available for $4? I myself had Chicken Risotto which was uber tasty. And we also had Pizetta, which wasnt as great as I remembered it. But that's what our minds do, overexaggerate everything to make life seem all the more interesting. It was warm, the pizetta. Not fresh hot like last time but warm. Which Isuppose is why the taste was slightly disappointing.
Earlier on. I was waiting quietly at the station as I was reading my book which has been delayed much of my attentionover the school term, good book. Amy was quite right about the overboard of description. Nevertheless it's a good book. I can really see the story happening though I'm not sure whether if that was due to the fact there's a movie out and I'm merely using the actors' faces to substitute the author's character's ideal aesthetics. I've noticed that unless it's a good book, the characters I visualise don't really have a clear face, it's blurred. Which is why sometimes book covers are so important to me because I use that as a basis for my imagination.
I saw Tania on the train, I really missed her. Her kind of ignorant innocence to everything that's really happening. Lmao. Turns out we were both heading to Parramatta though not for the same reasons, which would've been quite fey.
On the train, I saw this blurry red person and I looked up and they immediately walked away. Was I that offensive to the eye? :o Turns out it was the old primary school comrade Jason. LoL. It's funny there's no real acknowledgment of any sort of past history in it all. Lmao, I saw the blurry fellow and I made the immediate assumption that he was a weirdo. How my mind is prone to quick conclusions.
Saw Joanne along the way, she indeed is quite friendly. TOO FRIENDLY lmao.
The rest of the day was spent in trivial clothes browsing and an abuse of the old olfactory factory. Haha. What? Meaning! At Myers smelt more than a dozen different perfumes before Tricia settled for some sort of Lacoste for Men essence. Lmao.
Took some unflattering photos at the Apple Photobooth at the upper level of Myers.
Had some PMT , then headed on home, not feeling a thing.
xx
Reader dearest.
Am currently suffering inexplicable pain from excessive walking and standing. The lengths people go to admire art and complete a extension history assessment. :(
Anywho I'm here with one of my bestfriends Amy lmao. This is a catalogue computer :)
Edwina's topic for ext.history ? The Opium Wars.. What thesis in particular no idea.
Sure love is the pressing issue, the most confronting, the most relative to us young minds. But, how about social standing? Our place in the pecking order of society?
Helen and I were heating up microwave meals at one of the baby rooms at Westfields when we noticed that a woman was waiting for it so finished up and apologised to her. Then this mid 90s transvestite old hag reminds me "These are only for babies, you are wasting other people's time, you aren't even supposed to be using it"
Okay to some degree she's right, I am wasting people's time. But everything else has me firing up indignant. The instructions clearly said "NOT FOR CHILDREN" and unless we want to bring up the classification and the differentiation between an adult and child then shut up? Why call us children when it's convenient for subjugation but revert back to calling us adults when you require our responsible approach to anything? HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BE AN ADULT AND A CHILD ? THAT'S WHACK! Okay so it's for parents then, is what some claim but why are we suddenly allowing discrepancies into everything?
It's absolutely preposterous. Wearing a school uniform automatically denounces anybody's claim to human rights. It's disgusting, in an adult's perspective they view these school uniforms as a right to treat those who wear them like trash. Oh, it's just a student it's okay to momentarily disregard any shred of human characteristics originating from them.
Why are babies put before students? ARE BABIES TAKING THE HSC? DO STUDENTS HAVE A READILY ACCESSIBLE MILK SOURCE? GRAHHH Since when did mid 90 year old transvestite have kids?!
At the cinemas too, they let these two people wtaching the same movie through, so Helen and I approached the ticket stubber and he refused us entrance saying that letting us through would make everyone else want to do the same. Oh haha maybe it was a lapse in memory but i'm pretty sure he committed the same shameful sin 2 minutes earlier. See if i was in my casual wear that same behaviour would have resulted in a law suit.
On another note, a more reflective. Ever been at the station at 9pm at night? Not when it's completely deserted like midnight or bustling with people after work but at the stage when there's the remnants of rush hour. The strangest people make an appearance at these times. You have to wonder if they have homes, which reminds me of that feature article we did at mono about the teenage midnight nomads who sleep on trains as a place of shelter.
Today I woke up at 11:15am when I was supposed to meet Helen at 10:30 in Parra. I pondered the options, I couldve stayed home and finished Eco but instead I chose to go to school. I arrived at 12:18 and for the rest of the day I spent it painting the wall frescoe for the History department, because I'm involved at school like that yo ;D I also discovered my new radio channel predilection 96.9, its like.. better than 104.1 lmao. It's more rock + acoustic - wog electric - hiphop + remnants of yummmy rnb and decent hiphop.
