I don't use that word often. I think that we shouldn't use that word, when our mental health is perfectly fine because we are so fortunate to not have congenital mental disabilities, or even non-congenital mental diseases. I made that decision a few years back.. like probably two years ago or something. But I do use it occasionally referring to myself. I always do cringe a little and feel guilty for using that word.
But let me tell you now, I'm so utterly frustrated and upset with my new school that I'm going to be moving to soon. And they. are. so. stupid. Why? LET ME TELL YOU WHY.
As most of you know, I'm doing one subject outside of school, that's Indonesian. Now usually all students take 6 subjects for VCE. So I'm currently doing 5 inside of school, and one during Saturdays. But now, this new school tells me that I have to do 6 subjects inside of school regardless that I'm taking one outside of school. That. is. just. simply. ri. di. cu. lous!!! So now I have to take 7 subjects! That's UNFAIR! The lady said that they have other students doing the same thing too. Well, all I can say is those students must be like, super hardworking or have no life or something. I enjoy my free periods. I like the quiet time I get in the library just doing my homework and everything. I've gotten so used to it, adjusted to it, embraced it. I don't know.. I'm so upset.
Then also, we have to do religious education which is compulsory. I'm not so bothered by the fact that we have to do rel. ed., but then, does that mean that I'll have NO FREEs whatsoever? In my current school, taking 6 subjects inside of school, you still have like 2 periods of free periods in a week. Designated frees. So then if we have rel. ed., then does that mean we have no frees? At all? What?! That just sounds like they have no control over their students and can't seem to discipline them or something. What happened to the privileges you get when you're a senior?
Then also, they seem to have very stupid blocks for the subject allocation thing. Each school arranges their classes in certain blocks. So each class you have is from a certain block. You can't go to two classes from the same block because that would mean you have the Time Turner (Harry Potter), but of course, most subjects have more than one class which are in different blocks. So they asked me to choose a stupid 7th subject. I said Accounting. But nooooo it clashes with English or whatever. Then I want General Maths B (which leads into Further Maths, the easier one), and noooo no one does three maths in their schools. So I picked Lit and I'm not very keen because I KNOW that no teacher can beat Ms. Touvoli. And I love my Lit class because the people in our class make the discussions we have so lively and funny and critical all at the same time.
So upset. You know how when you're upset and you tend to think about other things that make you sad and it just gets worse for no reason at all? Well yeah. Upset as in I'm this idiot who walked home from school crying. Crappy day. I have last two periods off today but it's report day. You get your report at 2.25pm at the end of the day and I asked if I could get my report early. But noooo we'll wag (play truant) the last two classes if we get it early. I don't even know why I started crying. I am just really unhappy about all the arrangements. I'm starting to feel that this school cannot accommodate me. What if I really want to go into Further Maths next year? That's 'impossible' as the lady put it. So stupid. Maybe I shouldn't have opted to change schools. I feel like I want to pull the plug but then I think of the money already paid. Then I think that maybe this is God's will or whatever.
Whatttttttt. Now I just have to concentrate on Jason Mraz' Every Little Thing, Is Gonna Be Alright.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Update!
Ok. So I'm going to be changing schools. It's confirmed. I've got most of the uniforms (second hand! but seriously-no-kidding ugly. The winter uniform I mean). It's really bad. The winter uniform. ARGH! But I think the main reason is because I'm always wearing so many layers. I REALLY dislike it! For one, my skin is like dying from under exposure of the outside world. Seriously. I look so bulky and fat. It's so annoying! It's just uncomfortable. But all for the sake of keeping warm. Do you know how crazy I am? I wear TWO pairs of tights you know. TWO. WHO DOES THAT? HUH? WHO WEARS TWO PAIRS OF TIGHTS ONE ON TOP THE OTHER????????!?!?!?! Yea. But granted, the second pair of tights is like really thin. I'm such a sad person. Scoff at me. Anyway. The winter uniform. IT'S. A. PINAFORE! They call it a tunic (PFFTT Pretentious) but it's so a pinafore. And it's grey. And the worst is that we all wear GREY tights. GREY! WHO WEARS GREY TIGHTS??????!?!?! But yea. They're changing it next year, but I don't know, I might not buy it because it's not worth it for just a few months.
I'm pretty worried though. I'm not sure how tight they are (tight is an Australian term!!!!!!!!!! Just so you know (Jessie McCartney -.-) it means strict) on the uniforms. Like in my current school, we can wear navy/black tights/pants. Even girls can wear pants. We can wear winter uniforms during summer and vice versa. We can buy any white button-up shirt from Target or something and not get the school's official white shirt. So the thing is, when it's not summer here, it's still pretty cold. So if that's the case, can I wear my winter uniform or something then? When it's really cold, I sometimes wear a hoodie underneath my school jumper in my current school. That's actually not allowed. But they don't really bother. I don't think I'll be able to do that in my new school. Stressful!! The cold is horrible. HORRIBLE!
Anyway. I also realized something as I was in the shower. When I left my old school back home to come here to Australia, I was sad not because of my current school at that time, but because of all of my awesome friends there. But now, as I'm leaving this school, I'm sort of sad, not because of the friends there, but because of the school itself. It actually is a pretty good school. As in the system and everything. Granted, it is sort of an acknowledged 'geek' school, but IMO, that's better than a school full of bullying and 'bad stuff'. Ditto my blog name. -.- Haha.
Truly and sadly, I don't feel any real affection for anyone here in my school. Yes, I think some of them are really nice and really cool (definition of cool being my definition of cool, not cool cool. -.-). They are good people. There are good people. But when people hear I'm leaving they're like 'BUT WHY??????'. And I don't feel anything at all because I don't feel any affection for them, it's not like they even talk to me regularly, why would they care? Do you get what I mean? There are so many people who suddenly care when they hear about someone leaving or something like that. It's like how there's a farewell party for some random person and suddenly everyone starts caring because they want to be 'in the know', want to get invited or something. There are probably only about 3 people I really feel affection for, who I'm actually sort of sad to be leaving. Sum Sum, Janet and Silkra, this girl in my Chem class who is LEFT HANDED! =D I feel sort of bad because I'm really ditching Janet. I'm in her Chem and Methods class. We study together and stuff because we both are 'high achievers' *cough hak cough* and we sit beside each other and stuff. And we're prac partners in Chem. Sigh. But then I can't really do anything right?
Part of me is still silently asking questions, having doubts. As in, should I have just arranged a home stay and stay in the same school? Things like that? But then just as I mentioned before, I'm just going to follow it since I've been accepted. Sigh. Just go with it yea?
I think the class I'll miss the most will be Literature with Ms. Touvoli. She's cool!! Well, on one hand, Lit is like my relaxation class. It's the one class where it's not stressful and stuff. We mostly have very interesting discussions (most of which fly over my head, all of which I never contribute in), write practice responses or watch Literature movies. It's really fun! On the other hand, I really learnt a lot. It was tough, no kidding. (Don't know whether I've mentioned it before but oh well) We had to do this Reading Journal where we right down our opinions, thoughts, reactions etc on 10 texts we did (in two terms). At least two which were Australian, no more than two film texts, at least one poet, at least one from the 19th century and from the 20th century respectively and at least one play. It was really hard to try and write about them, about our thoughts and stuff. It really opened my eyes and forced me to construct another path of thought that I never had before. That's why I like Lit. Because I actually learnt those things. It challenged my choice of books (granted, it still wasn't that good because I didn't have much time) but then really. My world is just that much wider because of Lit. I'll miss Ms. Grant too. With her not-so-hilarious comments which loads don't really like. But coming from a school where not many teachers joked with you and stuff like that, it was cool.
ANYWAY. The lowest temperature is 1 degrees Celsius today. :O It was really cold this morning and night. Well.. I couldn't really feel the difference. Because I was dressed up like a fat penguin and wearing gloves and scarf and everything PFFTTT THE TORTURE! But then seeing as it was almost 11am and I could still see my breath, was proof that it was cold. And then tonight, (I went to work) and when I went out to collect Francesco, this statue-like thing of a butler-like guy with specs, in an apron and holding a tray, who is on wheels, and wheel him back into the shop, the moment I stepped out of the shop, I could see my breath. And when I stepped out of the shower, in the bathroom right there indoors, I could see my breath. Haha. Funny how I measure the cold with whether I can see my breath or not. So silly. So me. So geek. (Y) (how pathetic tsk tsk).
Well, sadly, the most exciting thing happening in my life right now is me looking forward to going back! SOON! If I say that one word, soon!, you know I'm talking about it. It's a surprise again. Not telling anyone the date. But it's soon! And I can't wait! I keep thinking about wearing shorts, not waking up freezing my ends off, not having to FORCE myself to wash my hands after the toilet because it's SO my-brain-is-going-to-explode-because-it-cannot-comprehend-it COLD!!!!!! ARGH! I can't wait to hear the soft thrumming of the CEILING FANS which I have come to absolutely love. I can't wait to lie on the smooth leather couch in the living room at home with a book in my hand. I can't wait to SEE ALL MY FRIENDS and hug them and look at their face in flesh, not through the laptop screen on Facebook. I can't wait To. Be. HOME!
Oh I got a raise from my job. Yea. Will talk more about it next time. Going to go to bed now. Tired. Take care! =D =D
SOOOONNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm pretty worried though. I'm not sure how tight they are (tight is an Australian term!!!!!!!!!! Just so you know (Jessie McCartney -.-) it means strict) on the uniforms. Like in my current school, we can wear navy/black tights/pants. Even girls can wear pants. We can wear winter uniforms during summer and vice versa. We can buy any white button-up shirt from Target or something and not get the school's official white shirt. So the thing is, when it's not summer here, it's still pretty cold. So if that's the case, can I wear my winter uniform or something then? When it's really cold, I sometimes wear a hoodie underneath my school jumper in my current school. That's actually not allowed. But they don't really bother. I don't think I'll be able to do that in my new school. Stressful!! The cold is horrible. HORRIBLE!
Anyway. I also realized something as I was in the shower. When I left my old school back home to come here to Australia, I was sad not because of my current school at that time, but because of all of my awesome friends there. But now, as I'm leaving this school, I'm sort of sad, not because of the friends there, but because of the school itself. It actually is a pretty good school. As in the system and everything. Granted, it is sort of an acknowledged 'geek' school, but IMO, that's better than a school full of bullying and 'bad stuff'. Ditto my blog name. -.- Haha.
Truly and sadly, I don't feel any real affection for anyone here in my school. Yes, I think some of them are really nice and really cool (definition of cool being my definition of cool, not cool cool. -.-). They are good people. There are good people. But when people hear I'm leaving they're like 'BUT WHY??????'. And I don't feel anything at all because I don't feel any affection for them, it's not like they even talk to me regularly, why would they care? Do you get what I mean? There are so many people who suddenly care when they hear about someone leaving or something like that. It's like how there's a farewell party for some random person and suddenly everyone starts caring because they want to be 'in the know', want to get invited or something. There are probably only about 3 people I really feel affection for, who I'm actually sort of sad to be leaving. Sum Sum, Janet and Silkra, this girl in my Chem class who is LEFT HANDED! =D I feel sort of bad because I'm really ditching Janet. I'm in her Chem and Methods class. We study together and stuff because we both are 'high achievers' *cough hak cough* and we sit beside each other and stuff. And we're prac partners in Chem. Sigh. But then I can't really do anything right?
Part of me is still silently asking questions, having doubts. As in, should I have just arranged a home stay and stay in the same school? Things like that? But then just as I mentioned before, I'm just going to follow it since I've been accepted. Sigh. Just go with it yea?
I think the class I'll miss the most will be Literature with Ms. Touvoli. She's cool!! Well, on one hand, Lit is like my relaxation class. It's the one class where it's not stressful and stuff. We mostly have very interesting discussions (most of which fly over my head, all of which I never contribute in), write practice responses or watch Literature movies. It's really fun! On the other hand, I really learnt a lot. It was tough, no kidding. (Don't know whether I've mentioned it before but oh well) We had to do this Reading Journal where we right down our opinions, thoughts, reactions etc on 10 texts we did (in two terms). At least two which were Australian, no more than two film texts, at least one poet, at least one from the 19th century and from the 20th century respectively and at least one play. It was really hard to try and write about them, about our thoughts and stuff. It really opened my eyes and forced me to construct another path of thought that I never had before. That's why I like Lit. Because I actually learnt those things. It challenged my choice of books (granted, it still wasn't that good because I didn't have much time) but then really. My world is just that much wider because of Lit. I'll miss Ms. Grant too. With her not-so-hilarious comments which loads don't really like. But coming from a school where not many teachers joked with you and stuff like that, it was cool.
ANYWAY. The lowest temperature is 1 degrees Celsius today. :O It was really cold this morning and night. Well.. I couldn't really feel the difference. Because I was dressed up like a fat penguin and wearing gloves and scarf and everything PFFTTT THE TORTURE! But then seeing as it was almost 11am and I could still see my breath, was proof that it was cold. And then tonight, (I went to work) and when I went out to collect Francesco, this statue-like thing of a butler-like guy with specs, in an apron and holding a tray, who is on wheels, and wheel him back into the shop, the moment I stepped out of the shop, I could see my breath. And when I stepped out of the shower, in the bathroom right there indoors, I could see my breath. Haha. Funny how I measure the cold with whether I can see my breath or not. So silly. So me. So geek. (Y) (how pathetic tsk tsk).
Well, sadly, the most exciting thing happening in my life right now is me looking forward to going back! SOON! If I say that one word, soon!, you know I'm talking about it. It's a surprise again. Not telling anyone the date. But it's soon! And I can't wait! I keep thinking about wearing shorts, not waking up freezing my ends off, not having to FORCE myself to wash my hands after the toilet because it's SO my-brain-is-going-to-explode-because-it-cannot-comprehend-it COLD!!!!!! ARGH! I can't wait to hear the soft thrumming of the CEILING FANS which I have come to absolutely love. I can't wait to lie on the smooth leather couch in the living room at home with a book in my hand. I can't wait to SEE ALL MY FRIENDS and hug them and look at their face in flesh, not through the laptop screen on Facebook. I can't wait To. Be. HOME!
Oh I got a raise from my job. Yea. Will talk more about it next time. Going to go to bed now. Tired. Take care! =D =D
SOOOONNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Ideals.
Don't you think it's infinitely sad? It breaks my heart when I think about it, and of course, shades of fear and worry gnaw subtly and unrelentingly at my heart.
Ideals.
That's what makes me sad.
I think almost everyone starts out the same. In primary school/grade school, or preschool, for this matter, teachers ask kids what they want to be when they grow up. What are the answers? Doctors, policemen, firemen. But how foolish does it seem? In middle school, the answer would be the same, or a singer, celebrity. Then in high school, it'll be 'I Don't Know'. We're talking about a majority of people here.
Isn't it sad? We start out oh-so-innocent and foolish: doctors, policemen, firemen. But so, so many of us fall so far from our initial ideals. Think about it, when you were still in school, you imagined your future life. You would get a good job, meet some guy, get married and be happy. Normal. But then how many of us end up unemployed? How many of us end up in lowly situations we never thought ourselves to fall into before. We all thought that we would go on and do something we love to do, but how many of us end up being a shopkeeper of a carpet shop, living life day to day. Or we end up with two divorces in our baggage, with two children in tow or something like that.
You grew up in a close-knit family. But then one day you realize that you don't keep in touch with your siblings anymore.
This topic reminds me of the songs 'Losing My Way' by Justin Timberlake and 'Gone Going' by Black Eyed Peas.
This topic reminds me of the songs 'Losing My Way' by Justin Timberlake and 'Gone Going' by Black Eyed Peas.
I see homeless people on the street and believe it or not, this is what goes through my mind. I wonder what ideals they had when they were young? Did they start out like this, on the streets? Or were they like me, in school and everything. How did they end up here? Did they have ideals and aspirations, imagining themselves having a good job, living in a nice house with a great family? If so, did they stop and think, as they sat there in the streets with their palms upwards, about how so very far they have fallen from their ideals?
It once again casts the fear into my mind at how unexpected life is. We aim high, or at least I do. We aim to be doctors and dentists, think of us living comfortably, getting by with a job that we chose to have, wondering whether we'll get a good partner, whether we'll start a happy family. Especially when you are born into that particular type of family that influences your ideals, the images you have in your mind. A family full of professional degree holders, it either shapes your ideal in that same direction, thinking you would definitely be one of them as well, or being a rebel and going for what you really love, like art or something. But then bang you find yourself looking after this random laundry service, working 9-5 and wondering how in the world you ended up there.
Do you get what I'm trying to say? We think we're going to be a powerful lawyer, but we end up on the 'sexy single ladies' site. You just never know where you will end up in life. The road you're traveling on will twist and turn and.. you just suddenly realise you've slid down the snake instead of climbing up the ladder.
You just never know what you're going to meet, what influences are going to tower over you. That's why I think it is infinitely important to know what type of person you are. Not who you are. But what type of person you are, what you are actually aiming for in life, what direction you are headed towards.
What you want out of life.
Think about it guys. Stay safe! =)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Presently. (3) *OH NO!*
Haha. Sorry guys. Looks like there's more to bear. As if anyone is still reading. They've probably ran off already. So really unexpectedly, when mum came here, the subject of changing schools came up again. This subject is not new. But then we really looked into boarding schools this time. And surprisingly, we went ahead and sent in an application to this Catholic private school. We went for the school tour and wow it looks awesome. At least from the outside though. The inside wasn't as nice as I expected a private school to be. Actually, it seemed pretty run down in some places. Well.. the thing is that mum was really worried about my school not having good teachers and stuff like that. And me? Well.. I'm not trying to brag or anything. Really. I'm just saying the case as it is. Like all my siblings went to private schools. So when I was preparing to leave home and come here, I thought that I would be going to a private school as well. But somehow, I ended up where I am now. I'm not really complaining. But it's just that I've always wanted to go to a boarding school, I've always wanted, wholeheartedly, to experience boarding school.
So yea. This whole topic has been going round and round in my head, and that's how our progress has been too. Yes.. then no. Then yes. At least in my head. Again and again. I detest dilemmas. I've had SO MANY of them. Even when I tell Dana 'I've got another dilemma' she's like 'AGAIN? OH NO!'. Haha. Horrible. But anyway. I was so scared and unsure. Well. To be honest, sadly, as you guys probably know, embarrassingly, (...) I'm not happy in my current school and YOU KNOW WHY. (Because this is the chronicles of my life (not really) (haha) I shall be thick skinned and pretend I don't feel the heat in my cheeks), I shall state the reason: THE friend factor. Sad huh? So yea. I'm not happy. But I'm not miserable. That's why I think that I have it pretty good already. I appreciate what I have, even though it's not perfect (hah, far from, more like), I'm still alive. I don't hate my school, I don't dread to go to school every day. That's not too bad.
But anyway. The application has been sent in. I'm going for an interview on Wednesday. So this is my take on it: if they accept me, then I'll take it as God's will. If they don't, then I don't. I've been praying for God to lead me in the right direction, for me to recognise His will. So that's what I've decided. I'll just go and cross my fingers. Everything has a reason, that's what I believe. Problem is sometimes it takes 10 years for you to recognise it. Oh well. Wish me luck. Is it shallow to say I want to go to a prestigious school? With nice uniforms and everything? Hah. If I get accepted in that school, I'll be wearing GREY tights. HAhahaaha *cries* Grey tights. Oh well. I'll also be commuting by tram to the school every day. A REAL BIG hassle. But I'm looking for a sense of community in a boarding house. Idealistic much? But put Gavin DeGraw's More Than Anyone in the background, and hear me saying that I'm just going to cross my fingers and hope, really hope, that I won't be a loner. I'm going to change the way I approach people. I've observed that if you just go up to them, not feeling unworthy as I constantly do, not feeling awkward as I constantly do, it's easier. The people here are accepting. Or so I hope. So.. cross fingers and trust God will guide me. Of course, if I do get accepted, I'm not going to be constantly comparing my current school with that school then. I'm going to look forward, not casting wistful glances over my shoulder. Or at least this is what I say now. But really.. I hope I won't be all regretful and stuff. What I say now though, is that I will take everything of that opportunity and not leave space for being wistful. No. (Y)
Next topic. You know I sometimes wear sweat pants to school because it's so cold or I'm just feeling lazy? Haha. Thanks to Gee, I haven't worn sweat pants to school now for ages! Seriously. You guys better go thank her. She said that I'm a loner because I don't dress properly. Hahaha. Well.. I'm a loner because I'm just socially awkward to people I don't know. But dressing properly. Well. I can't really disagree with that. Hahaha. So now I just always wear those darn tights (dislike them!) to school now. Thanks Gee. =D
Well.. the world cup just started yesterday. Me? I'm a basketball, volleyball, BADMINTON fan! Not so much soccer. Haha. It's held in South Africa this year. The FIFA Worldcup. Haha. Australia is in it.. the Socceroos. Hahaha I pronounce it as 'saucer-roos'. Oh well. Don't really hold much interest. BUT YOU KNOW WHY I'm such a loner? It's because I don't listen to the radio. Thus I don't know all the new songs. I don't watch Today Tonight or stuff like that. The new movies as well. I don't know anything. So I always have nothing to talk about.
Indo school. It's been pretty good. I went to the Indo Fest which was probably on the 2nd of May, Sunday. I went there and met up with Indo School friends, Mei, Adhy and Alwi. I had a pretty good time. It was fun. I really enjoyed their company and everything. Oh Mei and I.. we ate BEEF TONGUE!!!!!!!!!! SOB!!! SERIOUSLY! We were standing there (no seats left) eating and then Adhy and Alwi arrived and they walked over and asked 'how's the tongue' and told us they were going to the other stall to get satay. And Mei and I were just looking at each other. I initially thought that he meant how's our tongue.. referring to the chilli in the sauce or whatever. But then we were like.. contemplating. Is this tongue? It can't be. And stuff like that. We continued eating, but we kept stopping and looking at each other with meaningful looks. Haha. We walked over to Adhy and Alwi and asked them. They confirmed our assumptions. Well.. you can't really blame us. They were skewers as well! So we just assumed that it was normal satay. Sigh. Mei had to go to work in Box Hill soon after that (the festival was in Box Hill Town Hall). So I just hung out with them and chatted. We walked to Box Hill to look for Mei after that. We chatted a lot and it was pretty funny. How Adhy wants to get a motorcycle, explaining why he had those black gloves. So we were joking about him having a pink bike, with ribbons and rainbows on it. Haha. It was fun. Indonesians are cool, seriously!
I went out for a movie with them as well. Adhy, his sister Melina (in the Yr 12 Indo class who Michelle and I were classmates with for a while before we were kicked to Yr 11), and his other sister Nessa, Alwi and his younger sister who was friends with Nessa. We watched Iron Man 2! It was pretty good I guess. But of course, the first one was better. Well.. I don't think that it was as fun as the Indo Fest, but it was still pretty good. Adhy was so stressed out that we were late for the movie and everything because we were waiting for Alwi. But it was all good. It's fun. I really think that Indos are cool. I would really like to go to Indonesia someday. Someday. =D
Well... I think that this is all. Hopefully. As in this is all there is on the topic of 'presently'. I'll gradually fill you guys in. Oh and you know AGES ago I was complaining about the cold and said that Weatherzone shows all 20-something degrees for the whole week? Well.. I look at it now and it's all around 12 degrees. Awesome much? (sarcastic!!!!!)
Reminder for myself: (upcoming topics!) Ideals, youngest, books, refined.
So yea. This whole topic has been going round and round in my head, and that's how our progress has been too. Yes.. then no. Then yes. At least in my head. Again and again. I detest dilemmas. I've had SO MANY of them. Even when I tell Dana 'I've got another dilemma' she's like 'AGAIN? OH NO!'. Haha. Horrible. But anyway. I was so scared and unsure. Well. To be honest, sadly, as you guys probably know, embarrassingly, (...) I'm not happy in my current school and YOU KNOW WHY. (Because this is the chronicles of my life (not really) (haha) I shall be thick skinned and pretend I don't feel the heat in my cheeks), I shall state the reason: THE friend factor. Sad huh? So yea. I'm not happy. But I'm not miserable. That's why I think that I have it pretty good already. I appreciate what I have, even though it's not perfect (hah, far from, more like), I'm still alive. I don't hate my school, I don't dread to go to school every day. That's not too bad.
But anyway. The application has been sent in. I'm going for an interview on Wednesday. So this is my take on it: if they accept me, then I'll take it as God's will. If they don't, then I don't. I've been praying for God to lead me in the right direction, for me to recognise His will. So that's what I've decided. I'll just go and cross my fingers. Everything has a reason, that's what I believe. Problem is sometimes it takes 10 years for you to recognise it. Oh well. Wish me luck. Is it shallow to say I want to go to a prestigious school? With nice uniforms and everything? Hah. If I get accepted in that school, I'll be wearing GREY tights. HAhahaaha *cries* Grey tights. Oh well. I'll also be commuting by tram to the school every day. A REAL BIG hassle. But I'm looking for a sense of community in a boarding house. Idealistic much? But put Gavin DeGraw's More Than Anyone in the background, and hear me saying that I'm just going to cross my fingers and hope, really hope, that I won't be a loner. I'm going to change the way I approach people. I've observed that if you just go up to them, not feeling unworthy as I constantly do, not feeling awkward as I constantly do, it's easier. The people here are accepting. Or so I hope. So.. cross fingers and trust God will guide me. Of course, if I do get accepted, I'm not going to be constantly comparing my current school with that school then. I'm going to look forward, not casting wistful glances over my shoulder. Or at least this is what I say now. But really.. I hope I won't be all regretful and stuff. What I say now though, is that I will take everything of that opportunity and not leave space for being wistful. No. (Y)
Next topic. You know I sometimes wear sweat pants to school because it's so cold or I'm just feeling lazy? Haha. Thanks to Gee, I haven't worn sweat pants to school now for ages! Seriously. You guys better go thank her. She said that I'm a loner because I don't dress properly. Hahaha. Well.. I'm a loner because I'm just socially awkward to people I don't know. But dressing properly. Well. I can't really disagree with that. Hahaha. So now I just always wear those darn tights (dislike them!) to school now. Thanks Gee. =D
Well.. the world cup just started yesterday. Me? I'm a basketball, volleyball, BADMINTON fan! Not so much soccer. Haha. It's held in South Africa this year. The FIFA Worldcup. Haha. Australia is in it.. the Socceroos. Hahaha I pronounce it as 'saucer-roos'. Oh well. Don't really hold much interest. BUT YOU KNOW WHY I'm such a loner? It's because I don't listen to the radio. Thus I don't know all the new songs. I don't watch Today Tonight or stuff like that. The new movies as well. I don't know anything. So I always have nothing to talk about.
Indo school. It's been pretty good. I went to the Indo Fest which was probably on the 2nd of May, Sunday. I went there and met up with Indo School friends, Mei, Adhy and Alwi. I had a pretty good time. It was fun. I really enjoyed their company and everything. Oh Mei and I.. we ate BEEF TONGUE!!!!!!!!!! SOB!!! SERIOUSLY! We were standing there (no seats left) eating and then Adhy and Alwi arrived and they walked over and asked 'how's the tongue' and told us they were going to the other stall to get satay. And Mei and I were just looking at each other. I initially thought that he meant how's our tongue.. referring to the chilli in the sauce or whatever. But then we were like.. contemplating. Is this tongue? It can't be. And stuff like that. We continued eating, but we kept stopping and looking at each other with meaningful looks. Haha. We walked over to Adhy and Alwi and asked them. They confirmed our assumptions. Well.. you can't really blame us. They were skewers as well! So we just assumed that it was normal satay. Sigh. Mei had to go to work in Box Hill soon after that (the festival was in Box Hill Town Hall). So I just hung out with them and chatted. We walked to Box Hill to look for Mei after that. We chatted a lot and it was pretty funny. How Adhy wants to get a motorcycle, explaining why he had those black gloves. So we were joking about him having a pink bike, with ribbons and rainbows on it. Haha. It was fun. Indonesians are cool, seriously!
I went out for a movie with them as well. Adhy, his sister Melina (in the Yr 12 Indo class who Michelle and I were classmates with for a while before we were kicked to Yr 11), and his other sister Nessa, Alwi and his younger sister who was friends with Nessa. We watched Iron Man 2! It was pretty good I guess. But of course, the first one was better. Well.. I don't think that it was as fun as the Indo Fest, but it was still pretty good. Adhy was so stressed out that we were late for the movie and everything because we were waiting for Alwi. But it was all good. It's fun. I really think that Indos are cool. I would really like to go to Indonesia someday. Someday. =D
Well... I think that this is all. Hopefully. As in this is all there is on the topic of 'presently'. I'll gradually fill you guys in. Oh and you know AGES ago I was complaining about the cold and said that Weatherzone shows all 20-something degrees for the whole week? Well.. I look at it now and it's all around 12 degrees. Awesome much? (sarcastic!!!!!)
Reminder for myself: (upcoming topics!) Ideals, youngest, books, refined.
Presently. (2)
School. Well, we just had exams. But now I feel like I'm on holiday. Exams were pretty okay, but I feel like I could have done better. No wait, I KNOW that I could have done better. I guess it's because I was so busy with the two Methods SACs that we had on the week that exams started. Exams started on Fridays, it was pretty hectic. But, the finger is still pointed at me, regardless. I got 92 for Chem, 93 for AGM paper 1 and 91 for AGM paper 2. I don't think it's that good, at least from my own perspective. No excuses. Oh well. I got 16/20 for the literature exam, which was a written response on the topic you chose. I chose the topic that was about how our contemporary society changes the reactions we have on A Doll's House. Or something like that. I guess that wasn't too bad.
Ok. So far, we've had two Methods SACs. The first one which was on Chapters 1-3, I did well. Thanks to Chris, the really pro smart VCE student (my lifesaver guy!) who is in Melbourne Uni now and tutoring students for $35 an hour (HEARTACHE!!!!!! Mahal lahhhhh). He helped me over MSN with the stupid questions I had. Thank goodness! Haha. I got full marks for the first SAC. That's a good start. But then the second one. Imagine the Empire State Building crumbling down. Ok.. I guess it wasn't THAT bad, but to me, it was realllyyyy reallllllllyyyyyyyyyyy bad. It started my totally disgusting comfort food mania. So for the SAC, it was initially supposed to be an application task thing. So it was supposed to be those project type of things where you have to do research and everything. But then the teachers decided to make it into a normal test-like SAC, but splitting it up into three parts. So the first part was on Functions, the second was Logs and Exponentials, and the third and last one was on Trigonometry. And they were all extended response questions.
Let me tell you, the first part was absolutely horrible. It would be the first, and hopefully last time I mess up a test THAT bad. It was really, really bad. We got three questions for the first part (extended response!). And I didn't finish. Didn't finish. Didn't finish. And no it wasn't like I missed out one or two, I didn't finish a WHOLE QUESTION. Which was like what.. 14 marks out of 30 or 35? I'm actually not exactly sure. But then because I couldn't get the equation in the first place, I couldn't move on to the next questions. Because it was all calculator-based, and I just forgot how to do that particular thing in the graphics calculator. I forgot that you could actually do that! Point fingers at myself, because if I studied properly, like REALLY properly, I would have come across that. Sigh. So yea. A whole question blank. It was really bad. Really, really bad. I walked out wanting to hide in a corner and cry. That was how bad it was. Then I started eating loads of Twix and everything. Comfort food.
The second part, at least I sort of finished. I'm not too sure whether I got them all right though. Because it was calculator-based, most of the answers were all in decimal places, and you know how with those type of answers, you could easily be wrong and not know it? Sigh. Oh well. The third part was HARD! There was so much to do! Crazy! I didn't really finish but for that, I think I tried my best. It was too long. We haven't gotten the results back yet, and I'm not sure whether I want to know. It's so horrible. I don't want to think about it. Just want to shove it to the back of my head where it can never be found again. Hah. As if.
Next. I've gained weight. Well.. maybe not. But I feel really unhealthy. Seriously. With all that Twix and the really stupid food I've been eating, I feel so horrible! And plus, because of the cold weather, I do things often sluggishly and I don't feel like walking to the library which is my only form of exercise. Kind of sad. Especially now I go to McDonalds every Friday with everyone after Fungus. Tsk tsk tsk. I feel so horrible. No more Twix, no more Pods, no more McDonalds for me for a while now. Abstinence. Haha.
Oh yea. Holiday. Why do I feel like I'm on a holiday? Last week, we had exams, so that means we didn't have Yr 11 classes. Then this week, the mid-year exams were on. As in the VCE mid-years, not the schools. So we didn't have any Yr 12 classes. Especially since I'm doing Indonesian outside of school, I have more frees. So I've been going to school at like 10am or something and coming out at 12. Haha. Then also, mum is here. YAY!!!!!!!!!! Seriously. I mean it wholeheartedly that she's like gravity. As soon as she arrived, she's been pulling us back upright, to where we are supposed to be. Like the house is clean, we've been having proper food and everything. Our study rooms are tidier and stuff. Gravity man (Y). So yea. Normally, I would spend time in the library and everything, with the awesome amount of frees I'm having. But because she's here, I go back to the house and everything. And then of course I spend a lot of time NOW catching up with lost times blogging. Sadness! So yea. For two weeks now, I haven't touched any work. :O Tomorrow I shall start working hard. Pfft. But I'll probably have work. I haven't worked at all this week you know! Hah. No incentive too, except for the money. Haha. I'm pretty sure Mohammad sort of dislikes me and wants to fire me. OH WELL. BUT, I should actually focus on the money. Really. I'm saving up for traveling funds! YEA! Save save save! (Now I curse myself for slacking off with my job..... MEGA SIGH).
The worst part is, I start normal classes next week. SIGH. And I haven't done any work AT ALL. No more exams or extra frees. WISTFUL.
Ok. Keep going. Kel's birthday! HUA HUA HUA. I put a lot of effort into her birthday. It was a bit disappointing actually, but it all worked out in the end (thanks God!). So when her birthday was coming up, I was thinking a lot about it. Then the day before her birthday, can you believe that I actually forgot? Well.. it wasn't really a forgot, just didn't remember. Slight difference! Haha. Kat texted me asking me what I was going to do or what I was getting her and I was like ARGHHHHH (as Miss Grant puts it,) FUGGLENUTS! I was so annoyed then. I started planning everything in my head. I wanted to cook her dinner. A good, birthday dinner.
So the next day, I think it was a Friday, I rode my bicycle to school. Oh wait! I woke up extra early! I intended it to be like an hour or half an hour earlier or something, but I ended up waking up only less than half an hour before my usual time. I think. I don't remember actually. THEN, I used WHITE WINGS to bake a brownie cake for her. Wasn't that successful. But still the chocolate was nice! Well.. I was really in a rush and because I wanted to hide the cake, I chucked it under the pantry, in the lower shelf. Hahaha. I was late to school then. But oh well. Yes, I rode my rotting (not literally) bicycle to school because I was late. Then at lunch which lasts for about an hour, I rode to Box Hill to buy stuff that I needed for her birthday dinner. I had a free period next, so I had about two hours. I bought this huge heavy cabbage, a container of tofu, chicken pieces from the butcher, and asked the butcher to mince some of those chicken pieces, bought those packets of instant sauces as well because I'm a lousy cook. Haha.
So yes, with those REALLY heavy stuff in my backpack, I started back. Because I still had about half an hour or more, I went back home to deposit the items. Haha. It was tiring. The cabbage was like bulging out of my bag and it hurt my back, plus is was sort of drizzling! All for Kelly. Haha. (Worth it!). Then when I got back home, I started cutting up the ingredients. The chicken pieces (DISGUSTING!!!!! ARGH!), the mushrooms we had at home, and the cabbage (SOB!). Then I put everything away and rushed back to school. Power walked to the lockers, grabbed my pencil case and went to my Methods class for a Trig topic test. So I literally got into the classroom and sat down and started the test and walked back out to go home. I had work at 4pm, so I had less than an hour to do more stuff. Cut up more stuff and then went to work.
It was pretty horrible at work. Kat came back to the house, she brought two slices of cake from the Crown Bakery. But then Kel said she's not coming home for dinner which TOTALLY CRUSHED ME! Imagine the garlic pounder (the stone thingy that kakak always uses) pounding my heart. I was sooooo crushed. Then I asked her not to eat dinner and everything and asked her to have a nice dinner at home when she comes back. Which was like at 11pm or maybe later than that. Sadly, Kat went back to college. I felt SO UTTERLY IMMENSELY bad that she traveled all that way for nothing, just to drop of some cake. =( Sadness! But oh well. So I got home at 10pm and made sure I had everything. It was one of those stressed moments like I have during exams, where all I do is stand there and think. I think about what I'm going to do, what I have to do, what I need to remind myself, the sequence of those I need to do. At those moments, I imagine white hair sprouting on my head. Haha. What a horrible image. Oh well. It generally happens when I use my brain. Haha.
So at like 10.30 or 11 or something, I started cooking. Stupid cabbage! The sauce I used, honey chicken sauce, was absolutely horrible! It tasted weird! Granted, it was for chicken, but then I often use instant sauces with stuff that they weren't supposed to be for. So fail man! I didn't touch that dish. Thank goodness cabbage wasn't one of the special dishes that Kel likes. I cooked the cabbage with mushrooms (those normal white mushrooms, not the canned ones). Totally wasted mushrooms. Then I cooked a plain mushroom dish with garlic and pepper. Kel likes mushrooms. Then I cooked lemon chicken as well. Kel likes lemon chicken. (Y) And let me tell you. Lemon chicken = coating the chicken with flour and deep frying it. No experience in deep frying but I survived. And plus, it was SO GOOD! Yummy! Of course, instant sauce packet. But still. Applause yo! Then there was also TOFU! The main dish was TOFU with minced chicken. It was SO YUMMY!!!! With instant sauce (hangs head in shame) but. SO YUMMY! I was totally multitasking man! Seriously! I was cooking like two items or more in one go, AND cooking rice at the same time (HAHA as if. The rice cooks itself in the rice cooker.. >:P). I ALMOST FORGOT to take the cake out, believe it or not. The cake was so HARD! But oh well, it served its purpose as a birthday cake, who cares.
PFFT. Guess what? I ended up eating the brownie cake. The whole thing. Not at once of course GOSH, but yea. The cake with ice cream. And when mum left, she left apple pie here too and I was the one who finished that as well. With ice cream. And Kat's cake? Same. I ended up finishing it. In a period of one/two months. Sadness man. And you ask me why I complain I'm unhealthy? THIS IS YOUR EVIDENCE! D:< So yea. There we were, eating rice and stuff at almost 12 midnight. Oh well. So yes, in the end everything turned out well. Oh ya, Kev bought Angostura Lemon Lime and Bitters pre-mixed drinks, which Kel loves. OH YA. Almost forgot. The day before her birthday right, at 10pm, Kev had to go to the 24 hours Coles to get white bread for me. I boiled eggs and made Kel EGG MAYO sandwich, which I've never made before and haven't had in AGES myself. Sniff. I should have been making them for myself. Haha. I made them for Kel and glad-wrapped them for her lunch on her birthday. Pfft. She didn't even eat it. She left it in the fridge in her office. SNIFF MAN! That was special. An Egg Mayo sandwich that is an absolutely rare commodity in our life! It's like seeing a humpback whale breach. That's how rare and special it is. D:<
Oh well. Kel is 22. Can you believe that? We're all getting so old. I'm going to be EIGHTEEN!!!!!!! ARGH! How unfair. That's next year though. But still. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEL! Hope you had a good one! =D LOVE YOU! Oh, and all this happened on the 7th of May, 2010. =D 4th of May, Dad's birthday! I sent him a nice text! =D 9th of May, Mothers' Day. I called up mum on Skype. =D All these things (excluding Kel's birthday, that's a BIG thing.. hmm going to be hard to top that OH NO) may seem small, but they are filled with my sincerity. I hope all of you know that. =D
Oh and just an additional fact. I usually work about 6 hours. 4pm-10pm. I used to work 8 hours too on Sat or Suns, it depends on what Mohammad asks. From 2pm-10pm. But then I don't anymore. All for the best. Oh well. I have to keep on his good side. Focus on the money! Save for my traveling fund!!!!!!!
I think that's about all I can think of. FOR NOW. I'm sure everyone is like 'YAY FINALLY! THE END!'. Glad for you guys. Haha. Oh wait. No. NEXT POST!
Ok. So far, we've had two Methods SACs. The first one which was on Chapters 1-3, I did well. Thanks to Chris, the really pro smart VCE student (my lifesaver guy!) who is in Melbourne Uni now and tutoring students for $35 an hour (HEARTACHE!!!!!! Mahal lahhhhh). He helped me over MSN with the stupid questions I had. Thank goodness! Haha. I got full marks for the first SAC. That's a good start. But then the second one. Imagine the Empire State Building crumbling down. Ok.. I guess it wasn't THAT bad, but to me, it was realllyyyy reallllllllyyyyyyyyyyy bad. It started my totally disgusting comfort food mania. So for the SAC, it was initially supposed to be an application task thing. So it was supposed to be those project type of things where you have to do research and everything. But then the teachers decided to make it into a normal test-like SAC, but splitting it up into three parts. So the first part was on Functions, the second was Logs and Exponentials, and the third and last one was on Trigonometry. And they were all extended response questions.
Let me tell you, the first part was absolutely horrible. It would be the first, and hopefully last time I mess up a test THAT bad. It was really, really bad. We got three questions for the first part (extended response!). And I didn't finish. Didn't finish. Didn't finish. And no it wasn't like I missed out one or two, I didn't finish a WHOLE QUESTION. Which was like what.. 14 marks out of 30 or 35? I'm actually not exactly sure. But then because I couldn't get the equation in the first place, I couldn't move on to the next questions. Because it was all calculator-based, and I just forgot how to do that particular thing in the graphics calculator. I forgot that you could actually do that! Point fingers at myself, because if I studied properly, like REALLY properly, I would have come across that. Sigh. So yea. A whole question blank. It was really bad. Really, really bad. I walked out wanting to hide in a corner and cry. That was how bad it was. Then I started eating loads of Twix and everything. Comfort food.
The second part, at least I sort of finished. I'm not too sure whether I got them all right though. Because it was calculator-based, most of the answers were all in decimal places, and you know how with those type of answers, you could easily be wrong and not know it? Sigh. Oh well. The third part was HARD! There was so much to do! Crazy! I didn't really finish but for that, I think I tried my best. It was too long. We haven't gotten the results back yet, and I'm not sure whether I want to know. It's so horrible. I don't want to think about it. Just want to shove it to the back of my head where it can never be found again. Hah. As if.
Next. I've gained weight. Well.. maybe not. But I feel really unhealthy. Seriously. With all that Twix and the really stupid food I've been eating, I feel so horrible! And plus, because of the cold weather, I do things often sluggishly and I don't feel like walking to the library which is my only form of exercise. Kind of sad. Especially now I go to McDonalds every Friday with everyone after Fungus. Tsk tsk tsk. I feel so horrible. No more Twix, no more Pods, no more McDonalds for me for a while now. Abstinence. Haha.
Oh yea. Holiday. Why do I feel like I'm on a holiday? Last week, we had exams, so that means we didn't have Yr 11 classes. Then this week, the mid-year exams were on. As in the VCE mid-years, not the schools. So we didn't have any Yr 12 classes. Especially since I'm doing Indonesian outside of school, I have more frees. So I've been going to school at like 10am or something and coming out at 12. Haha. Then also, mum is here. YAY!!!!!!!!!! Seriously. I mean it wholeheartedly that she's like gravity. As soon as she arrived, she's been pulling us back upright, to where we are supposed to be. Like the house is clean, we've been having proper food and everything. Our study rooms are tidier and stuff. Gravity man (Y). So yea. Normally, I would spend time in the library and everything, with the awesome amount of frees I'm having. But because she's here, I go back to the house and everything. And then of course I spend a lot of time NOW catching up with lost times blogging. Sadness! So yea. For two weeks now, I haven't touched any work. :O Tomorrow I shall start working hard. Pfft. But I'll probably have work. I haven't worked at all this week you know! Hah. No incentive too, except for the money. Haha. I'm pretty sure Mohammad sort of dislikes me and wants to fire me. OH WELL. BUT, I should actually focus on the money. Really. I'm saving up for traveling funds! YEA! Save save save! (Now I curse myself for slacking off with my job..... MEGA SIGH).
The worst part is, I start normal classes next week. SIGH. And I haven't done any work AT ALL. No more exams or extra frees. WISTFUL.
Ok. Keep going. Kel's birthday! HUA HUA HUA. I put a lot of effort into her birthday. It was a bit disappointing actually, but it all worked out in the end (thanks God!). So when her birthday was coming up, I was thinking a lot about it. Then the day before her birthday, can you believe that I actually forgot? Well.. it wasn't really a forgot, just didn't remember. Slight difference! Haha. Kat texted me asking me what I was going to do or what I was getting her and I was like ARGHHHHH (as Miss Grant puts it,) FUGGLENUTS! I was so annoyed then. I started planning everything in my head. I wanted to cook her dinner. A good, birthday dinner.
So the next day, I think it was a Friday, I rode my bicycle to school. Oh wait! I woke up extra early! I intended it to be like an hour or half an hour earlier or something, but I ended up waking up only less than half an hour before my usual time. I think. I don't remember actually. THEN, I used WHITE WINGS to bake a brownie cake for her. Wasn't that successful. But still the chocolate was nice! Well.. I was really in a rush and because I wanted to hide the cake, I chucked it under the pantry, in the lower shelf. Hahaha. I was late to school then. But oh well. Yes, I rode my rotting (not literally) bicycle to school because I was late. Then at lunch which lasts for about an hour, I rode to Box Hill to buy stuff that I needed for her birthday dinner. I had a free period next, so I had about two hours. I bought this huge heavy cabbage, a container of tofu, chicken pieces from the butcher, and asked the butcher to mince some of those chicken pieces, bought those packets of instant sauces as well because I'm a lousy cook. Haha.
So yes, with those REALLY heavy stuff in my backpack, I started back. Because I still had about half an hour or more, I went back home to deposit the items. Haha. It was tiring. The cabbage was like bulging out of my bag and it hurt my back, plus is was sort of drizzling! All for Kelly. Haha. (Worth it!). Then when I got back home, I started cutting up the ingredients. The chicken pieces (DISGUSTING!!!!! ARGH!), the mushrooms we had at home, and the cabbage (SOB!). Then I put everything away and rushed back to school. Power walked to the lockers, grabbed my pencil case and went to my Methods class for a Trig topic test. So I literally got into the classroom and sat down and started the test and walked back out to go home. I had work at 4pm, so I had less than an hour to do more stuff. Cut up more stuff and then went to work.
It was pretty horrible at work. Kat came back to the house, she brought two slices of cake from the Crown Bakery. But then Kel said she's not coming home for dinner which TOTALLY CRUSHED ME! Imagine the garlic pounder (the stone thingy that kakak always uses) pounding my heart. I was sooooo crushed. Then I asked her not to eat dinner and everything and asked her to have a nice dinner at home when she comes back. Which was like at 11pm or maybe later than that. Sadly, Kat went back to college. I felt SO UTTERLY IMMENSELY bad that she traveled all that way for nothing, just to drop of some cake. =( Sadness! But oh well. So I got home at 10pm and made sure I had everything. It was one of those stressed moments like I have during exams, where all I do is stand there and think. I think about what I'm going to do, what I have to do, what I need to remind myself, the sequence of those I need to do. At those moments, I imagine white hair sprouting on my head. Haha. What a horrible image. Oh well. It generally happens when I use my brain. Haha.
So at like 10.30 or 11 or something, I started cooking. Stupid cabbage! The sauce I used, honey chicken sauce, was absolutely horrible! It tasted weird! Granted, it was for chicken, but then I often use instant sauces with stuff that they weren't supposed to be for. So fail man! I didn't touch that dish. Thank goodness cabbage wasn't one of the special dishes that Kel likes. I cooked the cabbage with mushrooms (those normal white mushrooms, not the canned ones). Totally wasted mushrooms. Then I cooked a plain mushroom dish with garlic and pepper. Kel likes mushrooms. Then I cooked lemon chicken as well. Kel likes lemon chicken. (Y) And let me tell you. Lemon chicken = coating the chicken with flour and deep frying it. No experience in deep frying but I survived. And plus, it was SO GOOD! Yummy! Of course, instant sauce packet. But still. Applause yo! Then there was also TOFU! The main dish was TOFU with minced chicken. It was SO YUMMY!!!! With instant sauce (hangs head in shame) but. SO YUMMY! I was totally multitasking man! Seriously! I was cooking like two items or more in one go, AND cooking rice at the same time (HAHA as if. The rice cooks itself in the rice cooker.. >:P). I ALMOST FORGOT to take the cake out, believe it or not. The cake was so HARD! But oh well, it served its purpose as a birthday cake, who cares.
PFFT. Guess what? I ended up eating the brownie cake. The whole thing. Not at once of course GOSH, but yea. The cake with ice cream. And when mum left, she left apple pie here too and I was the one who finished that as well. With ice cream. And Kat's cake? Same. I ended up finishing it. In a period of one/two months. Sadness man. And you ask me why I complain I'm unhealthy? THIS IS YOUR EVIDENCE! D:< So yea. There we were, eating rice and stuff at almost 12 midnight. Oh well. So yes, in the end everything turned out well. Oh ya, Kev bought Angostura Lemon Lime and Bitters pre-mixed drinks, which Kel loves. OH YA. Almost forgot. The day before her birthday right, at 10pm, Kev had to go to the 24 hours Coles to get white bread for me. I boiled eggs and made Kel EGG MAYO sandwich, which I've never made before and haven't had in AGES myself. Sniff. I should have been making them for myself. Haha. I made them for Kel and glad-wrapped them for her lunch on her birthday. Pfft. She didn't even eat it. She left it in the fridge in her office. SNIFF MAN! That was special. An Egg Mayo sandwich that is an absolutely rare commodity in our life! It's like seeing a humpback whale breach. That's how rare and special it is. D:<
Oh well. Kel is 22. Can you believe that? We're all getting so old. I'm going to be EIGHTEEN!!!!!!! ARGH! How unfair. That's next year though. But still. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEL! Hope you had a good one! =D LOVE YOU! Oh, and all this happened on the 7th of May, 2010. =D 4th of May, Dad's birthday! I sent him a nice text! =D 9th of May, Mothers' Day. I called up mum on Skype. =D All these things (excluding Kel's birthday, that's a BIG thing.. hmm going to be hard to top that OH NO) may seem small, but they are filled with my sincerity. I hope all of you know that. =D
Oh and just an additional fact. I usually work about 6 hours. 4pm-10pm. I used to work 8 hours too on Sat or Suns, it depends on what Mohammad asks. From 2pm-10pm. But then I don't anymore. All for the best. Oh well. I have to keep on his good side. Focus on the money! Save for my traveling fund!!!!!!!
I think that's about all I can think of. FOR NOW. I'm sure everyone is like 'YAY FINALLY! THE END!'. Glad for you guys. Haha. Oh wait. No. NEXT POST!
Presently.
This will be a boring post (at least more boring than usual) about what's been happening in my life in the past two months. Pfft. Going to have to work hard to remember all those stuff. Haha. Prepare your brain, for this post will be jumping backwards and forwards in time, as my thoughts do not form one train only. There're thousands of them and I'm just constantly trying to keep up with them, noting them down before they speed off again. So let's begin.
I got a job. Hmm.. I don't remember what drove me, sadly. As in what drove me to go look for a job. Just one day, I decided that I was going to get a job. I typed up my resume and went to distribute them after school. Friday, I remember it was. Horrible. It was so tiring!!!!! I walked so far, and only managed to hand out a few. Blame me. I was very picky. I knew I had no desire to work in an Asian-run shop, and that ruled out like.. 95% of shops in Box Hill. The other five percent didn't need people. So yea. Then I went to this shop in the 'Laburnum Village Shopping Centre'. I have no idea why they call it a shopping centre when it's just a few small shops grouped together. It's pretty hilarious. So anyway, I went into this pizza shop which was new. I remember Kat wanted to work there, but the construction and everything wasn't completed yet. That was last year, in December probably. By the time it was, Kat would have been back home already. But yea.. so I just went in and the boss, Mohammad, asked me to have a seat and wait for him because he was busy. Then when he finally came to me, he asked me to write down the days that I'm free. I was like what? He didn't even read my resume. Not that I'm complaining. So yea. Just like that I got a job. Of course, there was training and everything first. But yea.
So in my job, I work in the kitchen. I cut up ingredients and stuff like that, get pasta ready, the sauce, do the dishes and everything. I also wait tables sometimes, deal with customers. That means handling the register as well as taking orders and things like that. Recently (like a few weeks back or maybe more) I started making pizzas. Like putting the sauce, the cheese and all the toppings, dealing with the oven as well (wood fire. We use wood fire. Pretty cool right?). I like doing the pizzas most. I HATE the kitchen. I really really don't enjoy doing the dishes. Yes, I do it well and I can do it. But it's just really tiring because THE. DISHES. NEVER. EVER. STOP. COMING! And plus, my fingers are already half dead. The skin around my nails have fallen apart ever since I started working. All the grim that I touch and the fact that I practically soak my fingers in water when I'm in the kitchen. When I go back home, my fingers smell really bad. There's this particular salty smell that doesn't go away even after a shower. Haha. But the shop is actually clean. He doesn't cheat and use really bad stuff for the food, and the kitchen is always pretty clean. It's not too bad. Oh and I like doing the pizzas because if you do the pizzas, you clean up the pizza area. And even though that is also really tiring, I much prefer that to the dishes, HANDS DOWN.
Two months is a long time, a lot has changed. Which is pretty sad, if you ask me. Well. I used to be happy going to work. But now? I'm not that into it. I used to really enjoy it. Really. You know how as time goes by, you get to know people better than before, and you find out that it's not as simple as it is, that they carry flaws and disagreeable traits with them just like everyone else, that kind of thing? Well. That's what happened. My boss is amazingly annoying. Well.. not annoying. He's just not likeable. Not always though, but at times when it matters, he's not. I know, a lot of you will just scoff at me and say that this is how bosses are all like. I know. But then that doesn't mean I have to like it.
On the weekdays, because the business is slow on those days, sometimes I'm the only worker there. GOSH don't worry. There's really nothing to worry about.. sheesh. But then there's been a few times when we had a few tables and stuff, and for me, that's a lot of work. A lot of work as in I'm by myself. So I have to get him stuff that he needs (he usually does the pizzas) from the kitchen, I need to take orders and serve the customers, I need to pick up the phone (for take-away orders), I need to get the bill, I need to do a thousand things at the same time, and he goes 'hurry up, what's wrong with you!'. ARGHHHHHHHH!!!! It really gets me in a.. taciturn mood. As in I don't talk, I don't smile, I don't give much reaction when he's talking to me. I reserve that for customers. AND THEN at the end of the day, I do both the kitchen cleaning AND the pizza section. Exceeeeellllleentttt. Also, when customers just sat down right, I'm on my way to giving that table water and glasses. Then he asks me to grab something from the kitchen, and he expects me to get it IMMEDIATELY, no matter what I'm doing at that moment. It's so frustrating!
That's the worst part. Him pushing everything on me and asking me to do what he asks straight away when I already have my hands full. And he lovesss to blame me. As I said, we use a wood fire oven. We don't close the oven door completely because 'oxygen won't go in and the fire won't burn properly and there will be a lot of smoke'. But sometimes the fire JUST SMOKES even if we leave the door ajar, usually when we just put in new wood fire. There was that one day, it was a weekend, the fire kept smoking up, I have no idea why. Then he was chatting with a customer. Then it started smoking up again and the customer remarked at the smoke and Mohammad was like 'Oh that girl.. she doesn't know how..' bla bla bla. I was so annoyed. Seriously. I did not close the door completely! It was so frustrating! ARRRGHHHHH!!! We also have this CD player we use in the shop and Mohammad likes to play his weird techno/panpipe/Arabic music stuff. THE WHOLE DAY. Then there was that day the customer was eating in and when the CD ended (it was the Arabic music) I changed it to a random CD that the other workers brought in. I didn't want the customer to listen to the same CD again, as he was there for the most part of the CD. The customer was chatting with Mohammad and when the customer asked who controlled the music, Mohammad said that oh they could put whatever they like. Then the customer, darn luck, said that he liked the Arabic music.. and Mohammad typically mumbled something to him that I couldn't hear, naturally pointing his finger at me (not literally though). I was like argggghhhh so wanted to hit my head on the coffee machine! Sheesh!
BUT, as always, there are many things as well that are good about my job. First, the pay is pretty good. Compared to a lot of other jobs, I have a pretty good pay. Also, despite all his very disagreeable (at least to me) traits, his food is actually pretty commendable. Really. Just that I think it's a bit pricey. Erm.. I think that's about it really. Oh I also like it because it's not easy to find a job within walking distance with your house you know. So yea.
Pfft. I also absolutely DISLIKE (strongly) the typical Asian who works there. She started before me but stopped for quite a while. But then, Mohammad still puts preference on her. That's not really a problem, just that she acts like she's so superior. Half the time she's just standing there, ordering me around. It's so annoying! She doesn't even help out! Our manager who is Australian, she's nice. When she asks me to do something, she actually says please and everything. She has a really nice personality. But this Asian. Gosh. If she were to open her own shop, she would totally be those typical Asian bosses who overwork people AND exploit them. She's those typical Asians who study TAFE in hopes to get citizenship or whatever. I think a big reason why Mohammad puts preference on her (as in regards her highly), other than the reason that she's worked there for quite a while (including that pretty long period when she stopped) is because she's the only one of us who smokes. Mohammad smokes like a chimney. Seriously. He smokes SO MUCH, I wonder whether he hits half a packet a day, which wouldn't surprise me. He swears a lot as well. Typical American (born in Egypt, grew up in America I THINK).
OH WELL. Mum doesn't really want me to work. Well.. I agree that work does tire me, but it's not like I can't handle it. Erm.. to be honest, when I started working, my routines, my studies and everything were totally thrown off balance. Oh Mohammad totally expects too much from me. He expects me to work a lot. I told him I don't work on Fridays, but until today he still asks me whether I'm working on Friday (we don't really have a schedule). I feel like flipping a table over when he does these things (well not really..). Frustrating, do you comprehend that feeling I constantly associate with work? Hah. Mum will totally be 'Oh in that case you shouldn't work', she'll be rejoicing. Haha. But then I'm not blind. I know I've got it pretty good. Like I said: OH WELL.
Continuation of what's happening/been happening in my life- next post. =)
I got a job. Hmm.. I don't remember what drove me, sadly. As in what drove me to go look for a job. Just one day, I decided that I was going to get a job. I typed up my resume and went to distribute them after school. Friday, I remember it was. Horrible. It was so tiring!!!!! I walked so far, and only managed to hand out a few. Blame me. I was very picky. I knew I had no desire to work in an Asian-run shop, and that ruled out like.. 95% of shops in Box Hill. The other five percent didn't need people. So yea. Then I went to this shop in the 'Laburnum Village Shopping Centre'. I have no idea why they call it a shopping centre when it's just a few small shops grouped together. It's pretty hilarious. So anyway, I went into this pizza shop which was new. I remember Kat wanted to work there, but the construction and everything wasn't completed yet. That was last year, in December probably. By the time it was, Kat would have been back home already. But yea.. so I just went in and the boss, Mohammad, asked me to have a seat and wait for him because he was busy. Then when he finally came to me, he asked me to write down the days that I'm free. I was like what? He didn't even read my resume. Not that I'm complaining. So yea. Just like that I got a job. Of course, there was training and everything first. But yea.
So in my job, I work in the kitchen. I cut up ingredients and stuff like that, get pasta ready, the sauce, do the dishes and everything. I also wait tables sometimes, deal with customers. That means handling the register as well as taking orders and things like that. Recently (like a few weeks back or maybe more) I started making pizzas. Like putting the sauce, the cheese and all the toppings, dealing with the oven as well (wood fire. We use wood fire. Pretty cool right?). I like doing the pizzas most. I HATE the kitchen. I really really don't enjoy doing the dishes. Yes, I do it well and I can do it. But it's just really tiring because THE. DISHES. NEVER. EVER. STOP. COMING! And plus, my fingers are already half dead. The skin around my nails have fallen apart ever since I started working. All the grim that I touch and the fact that I practically soak my fingers in water when I'm in the kitchen. When I go back home, my fingers smell really bad. There's this particular salty smell that doesn't go away even after a shower. Haha. But the shop is actually clean. He doesn't cheat and use really bad stuff for the food, and the kitchen is always pretty clean. It's not too bad. Oh and I like doing the pizzas because if you do the pizzas, you clean up the pizza area. And even though that is also really tiring, I much prefer that to the dishes, HANDS DOWN.
Two months is a long time, a lot has changed. Which is pretty sad, if you ask me. Well. I used to be happy going to work. But now? I'm not that into it. I used to really enjoy it. Really. You know how as time goes by, you get to know people better than before, and you find out that it's not as simple as it is, that they carry flaws and disagreeable traits with them just like everyone else, that kind of thing? Well. That's what happened. My boss is amazingly annoying. Well.. not annoying. He's just not likeable. Not always though, but at times when it matters, he's not. I know, a lot of you will just scoff at me and say that this is how bosses are all like. I know. But then that doesn't mean I have to like it.
On the weekdays, because the business is slow on those days, sometimes I'm the only worker there. GOSH don't worry. There's really nothing to worry about.. sheesh. But then there's been a few times when we had a few tables and stuff, and for me, that's a lot of work. A lot of work as in I'm by myself. So I have to get him stuff that he needs (he usually does the pizzas) from the kitchen, I need to take orders and serve the customers, I need to pick up the phone (for take-away orders), I need to get the bill, I need to do a thousand things at the same time, and he goes 'hurry up, what's wrong with you!'. ARGHHHHHHHH!!!! It really gets me in a.. taciturn mood. As in I don't talk, I don't smile, I don't give much reaction when he's talking to me. I reserve that for customers. AND THEN at the end of the day, I do both the kitchen cleaning AND the pizza section. Exceeeeellllleentttt. Also, when customers just sat down right, I'm on my way to giving that table water and glasses. Then he asks me to grab something from the kitchen, and he expects me to get it IMMEDIATELY, no matter what I'm doing at that moment. It's so frustrating!
That's the worst part. Him pushing everything on me and asking me to do what he asks straight away when I already have my hands full. And he lovesss to blame me. As I said, we use a wood fire oven. We don't close the oven door completely because 'oxygen won't go in and the fire won't burn properly and there will be a lot of smoke'. But sometimes the fire JUST SMOKES even if we leave the door ajar, usually when we just put in new wood fire. There was that one day, it was a weekend, the fire kept smoking up, I have no idea why. Then he was chatting with a customer. Then it started smoking up again and the customer remarked at the smoke and Mohammad was like 'Oh that girl.. she doesn't know how..' bla bla bla. I was so annoyed. Seriously. I did not close the door completely! It was so frustrating! ARRRGHHHHH!!! We also have this CD player we use in the shop and Mohammad likes to play his weird techno/panpipe/Arabic music stuff. THE WHOLE DAY. Then there was that day the customer was eating in and when the CD ended (it was the Arabic music) I changed it to a random CD that the other workers brought in. I didn't want the customer to listen to the same CD again, as he was there for the most part of the CD. The customer was chatting with Mohammad and when the customer asked who controlled the music, Mohammad said that oh they could put whatever they like. Then the customer, darn luck, said that he liked the Arabic music.. and Mohammad typically mumbled something to him that I couldn't hear, naturally pointing his finger at me (not literally though). I was like argggghhhh so wanted to hit my head on the coffee machine! Sheesh!
BUT, as always, there are many things as well that are good about my job. First, the pay is pretty good. Compared to a lot of other jobs, I have a pretty good pay. Also, despite all his very disagreeable (at least to me) traits, his food is actually pretty commendable. Really. Just that I think it's a bit pricey. Erm.. I think that's about it really. Oh I also like it because it's not easy to find a job within walking distance with your house you know. So yea.
Pfft. I also absolutely DISLIKE (strongly) the typical Asian who works there. She started before me but stopped for quite a while. But then, Mohammad still puts preference on her. That's not really a problem, just that she acts like she's so superior. Half the time she's just standing there, ordering me around. It's so annoying! She doesn't even help out! Our manager who is Australian, she's nice. When she asks me to do something, she actually says please and everything. She has a really nice personality. But this Asian. Gosh. If she were to open her own shop, she would totally be those typical Asian bosses who overwork people AND exploit them. She's those typical Asians who study TAFE in hopes to get citizenship or whatever. I think a big reason why Mohammad puts preference on her (as in regards her highly), other than the reason that she's worked there for quite a while (including that pretty long period when she stopped) is because she's the only one of us who smokes. Mohammad smokes like a chimney. Seriously. He smokes SO MUCH, I wonder whether he hits half a packet a day, which wouldn't surprise me. He swears a lot as well. Typical American (born in Egypt, grew up in America I THINK).
OH WELL. Mum doesn't really want me to work. Well.. I agree that work does tire me, but it's not like I can't handle it. Erm.. to be honest, when I started working, my routines, my studies and everything were totally thrown off balance. Oh Mohammad totally expects too much from me. He expects me to work a lot. I told him I don't work on Fridays, but until today he still asks me whether I'm working on Friday (we don't really have a schedule). I feel like flipping a table over when he does these things (well not really..). Frustrating, do you comprehend that feeling I constantly associate with work? Hah. Mum will totally be 'Oh in that case you shouldn't work', she'll be rejoicing. Haha. But then I'm not blind. I know I've got it pretty good. Like I said: OH WELL.
Continuation of what's happening/been happening in my life- next post. =)
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Key To Communicate.
Words are a funny thing, agreed? It never ceases to amaze me, the wonders of words. Recently, my eyes have sort of been opened to see the beauty of English. It's true. We have thousands and thousands of words, each different, each holding its own meaning. However slight the difference, it is still unique in its own way. The old English: Jane Austen and Shakespeare, which I have grown to fascinate, to the modern English where everything we use these days are in the colloquial section.
Well. This post is about the colloquial language that Australians tend to use, and some of them I have adopted into my daily speech too. I know that you know that I use 'so' and 'well' and 'anyway' way too much. 'Seriously' too. And when I say way too much, I mean way too much. I usually start every sentence with any one of those words, 'seriously' holding its own and forming a sentence in itself. (Sad solitary word.. sorry). Well (YOU SEE!), Australians have their own slang. Here are some of them:
CBS. Pronounced as 'seebs'. It stands for 'can't be stuffed' means you can't be bothered (CBB exists as well too). Cbs is so rife that people put it into speech, on top of using them in virtual conversations (MSN, SMS). Eg. I cbs going to school tomorrow. Yes. They literally say 'I seebs going to school tomorrow'. Hah.
Then there's BFFL. Pronounced as 'biffle'. It stands for 'best friends for life', usually referred to someone of the opposite sex. Haha.
Then people here also use 'reckon' a lot. Instead of saying 'I think it wasn't good', they say 'I reckon it wasn't good'. I know, reckon is a normal word, but it being used in speech is very prevalent here.
I reckon that (haha) 'fantastic' is also Australian. Or maybe it's just because coming from Malaysia and being surrounded by people, most of which aren't English Educated, I hardly ever hear or use the word at all back home. This is fantastic. How Australian, IMO.
'Hardcore' and 'dodgy' are also used a lot here. I don't even know whether dodgy is a word because it's underlined in red. Haha. I will check tomorrow. They say everything is hardcore. 'Knitting is hardcore!' (or intense, I suppose, is also used a lot). 'That teacher is just dodgy.' Huh.
Oh and I know this doesn't really count, but I do find it mildly amusing that people here say 'jokes!' instead of 'just kidding'. I know, I know, it is used back home. I guess I'm just not used to it. I still remember the times when we were all like 'jk jk jk' (just kidding) in virtual conversations. But now over here it's just 'aha! jokesss!' or something like that.
Then there's 'far out' and the addition of 'as' behind an adjective. Far out, in my mind, is sort of a replacement for 'oh crap!' or 'wow!' or something along those lines. Eg. 'Far out man! She's so strict!'. The latter, I refer to Australians saying 'fun as' or 'hard as'. It basically means 'really' but being put after the adjective rather than before. Eg. 'That outing was fun as!' or 'That test was hard as!'. HAHA. I'm so amused.
Apparently so many people here like to do the 'fob' thing. I'm actually pretty tired of it.. It's pretty lame, if you ask me. This happens only with Asians, or at least Asians doing this is all I've encountered (oh please don't let me see locals doing it too!). The 'fob' thing I refer to is speaking English in a fake Chinese/generally Asian accent. Seriously. MyChonny is a bad influence. Haha. But for some reason this fob accent is referred to as the Vietnamese accent (maybe because of MyChonny). So they constantly say 'do the Viet thing' in a fob accent. Fob itself is actually supposed to be a disparaging term for all things Asian (way of dressing, hair, speech etc). And I Googled it and apparently 'fob' is an (unofficial) acronym for 'Fresh Off the Boat', referring to those immigrants who just got off a boat. Pretty interesting right?
I think that's about all of the Australian slangs and stuff. You definitely need to know that I'll be typing stuff like (Y), which is a keyboard shortcut used in MSN for a thumbs up sign. I will say 'thumbs up' more often now, as it has become a habit of mine. So sometimes I will type (Y) or thumbs up. Just like (8) stands for a musical note (also from MSN). I've also taken to using 'D:' which is a sad face which isn't really sad. As in not 'my heart is hurt' sad, just like.. nooo or something like that. Ok sorry I'm not thinking straight, can't explain properly. There's also D:< which is, in my opinion, very cute! It's like a frowny sad face, and I associate it with the onomatopoeia 'GARHHH!!' or for some strange reason, 'GNAW!'. Hmm.. I wonder what has happened to me.
I think that's about it. I'm actually staying up because I'm just leaving my mousse on. Let it do its thing. It's mousse for teeth, by the way. I'm really tired. Cbs leaving it on for longer (HAHA just for the occasion). So I'm going to go. As a conclusion, think about how beautiful the English language used to be. But now we're using such stupid acronyms for words and stuff like that. Seebs? ARE YOU SERIOUS? Apparently so. Gnite! Sweet dreams! =D
Well. This post is about the colloquial language that Australians tend to use, and some of them I have adopted into my daily speech too. I know that you know that I use 'so' and 'well' and 'anyway' way too much. 'Seriously' too. And when I say way too much, I mean way too much. I usually start every sentence with any one of those words, 'seriously' holding its own and forming a sentence in itself. (Sad solitary word.. sorry). Well (YOU SEE!), Australians have their own slang. Here are some of them:
CBS. Pronounced as 'seebs'. It stands for 'can't be stuffed' means you can't be bothered (CBB exists as well too). Cbs is so rife that people put it into speech, on top of using them in virtual conversations (MSN, SMS). Eg. I cbs going to school tomorrow. Yes. They literally say 'I seebs going to school tomorrow'. Hah.
Then there's BFFL. Pronounced as 'biffle'. It stands for 'best friends for life', usually referred to someone of the opposite sex. Haha.
Then people here also use 'reckon' a lot. Instead of saying 'I think it wasn't good', they say 'I reckon it wasn't good'. I know, reckon is a normal word, but it being used in speech is very prevalent here.
I reckon that (haha) 'fantastic' is also Australian. Or maybe it's just because coming from Malaysia and being surrounded by people, most of which aren't English Educated, I hardly ever hear or use the word at all back home. This is fantastic. How Australian, IMO.
'Hardcore' and 'dodgy' are also used a lot here. I don't even know whether dodgy is a word because it's underlined in red. Haha. I will check tomorrow. They say everything is hardcore. 'Knitting is hardcore!' (or intense, I suppose, is also used a lot). 'That teacher is just dodgy.' Huh.
Oh and I know this doesn't really count, but I do find it mildly amusing that people here say 'jokes!' instead of 'just kidding'. I know, I know, it is used back home. I guess I'm just not used to it. I still remember the times when we were all like 'jk jk jk' (just kidding) in virtual conversations. But now over here it's just 'aha! jokesss!' or something like that.
Then there's 'far out' and the addition of 'as' behind an adjective. Far out, in my mind, is sort of a replacement for 'oh crap!' or 'wow!' or something along those lines. Eg. 'Far out man! She's so strict!'. The latter, I refer to Australians saying 'fun as' or 'hard as'. It basically means 'really' but being put after the adjective rather than before. Eg. 'That outing was fun as!' or 'That test was hard as!'. HAHA. I'm so amused.
Apparently so many people here like to do the 'fob' thing. I'm actually pretty tired of it.. It's pretty lame, if you ask me. This happens only with Asians, or at least Asians doing this is all I've encountered (oh please don't let me see locals doing it too!). The 'fob' thing I refer to is speaking English in a fake Chinese/generally Asian accent. Seriously. MyChonny is a bad influence. Haha. But for some reason this fob accent is referred to as the Vietnamese accent (maybe because of MyChonny). So they constantly say 'do the Viet thing' in a fob accent. Fob itself is actually supposed to be a disparaging term for all things Asian (way of dressing, hair, speech etc). And I Googled it and apparently 'fob' is an (unofficial) acronym for 'Fresh Off the Boat', referring to those immigrants who just got off a boat. Pretty interesting right?
I think that's about all of the Australian slangs and stuff. You definitely need to know that I'll be typing stuff like (Y), which is a keyboard shortcut used in MSN for a thumbs up sign. I will say 'thumbs up' more often now, as it has become a habit of mine. So sometimes I will type (Y) or thumbs up. Just like (8) stands for a musical note (also from MSN). I've also taken to using 'D:' which is a sad face which isn't really sad. As in not 'my heart is hurt' sad, just like.. nooo or something like that. Ok sorry I'm not thinking straight, can't explain properly. There's also D:< which is, in my opinion, very cute! It's like a frowny sad face, and I associate it with the onomatopoeia 'GARHHH!!' or for some strange reason, 'GNAW!'. Hmm.. I wonder what has happened to me.
I think that's about it. I'm actually staying up because I'm just leaving my mousse on. Let it do its thing. It's mousse for teeth, by the way. I'm really tired. Cbs leaving it on for longer (HAHA just for the occasion). So I'm going to go. As a conclusion, think about how beautiful the English language used to be. But now we're using such stupid acronyms for words and stuff like that. Seebs? ARE YOU SERIOUS? Apparently so. Gnite! Sweet dreams! =D
Illuminated.
You know how in those books you read, the words are so descriptive and so beautiful. I love it. Because for almost everything and anything, I have a mental image/scene that plays out in my mind to accompany a particular word or phrase. ALWAYS comes with a visual image. I can't seem to think of one now. Oh well. So yea.. The reason why I love books so much more than movies (well.. not 'so much more', more like 'more') is because of all the words they can use to describe everything.
Anyway, you know in books, they always talk about how in the night, the moon illuminates everything. Like 'The silvery luminescence casted upon the trees by the moon..' etc. I never really got that. Seriously. It's so weird. I've always thought of the moon as this decorative item in the sky, never as a source of light. I mean, scientifically and theoretically, yes, I do know that it is a source of light (derived from the light from the sun bla bla bla), but at night, you just don't think that the moon is what allows you to see at night. Probably the street lamps or something.
I've been walking home from work at like 10pm at night these past few weeks. Of course not everyday, just some days. And let me tell you, the moon is so awesome. Seriously! On some nights right, when the sky is not cloudy, everything is indeed illuminated! On those nights right, the thought of how bright it is just strikes me suddenly. Then I look around and realize, wow, it really is bright. And as you might know, people in Australia don't turn on their porch lights. So it's REALLY REALLY dark in housing areas which don't have street lamps. It's not too bad for our housing area because of the train station near by which has spotlights and everything. But yea.. I totally, 100% get that phrase where the moon illuminates everything, casting a silver blanket over everything stuff. It's really cool!!! I think I mentioned before how sometimes on nights when the sky is not cloudy, the light from the moon shines through my bedroom window very brightly? It's those kind of nights. It's so utterly cool that something so small in the sky is a source of light. =D
Well.. it's been REALLY cold. It's only the start of winter but I can feel the difference already. It's crazy! Usually I step out of the house with a long-sleeved shirt and a jumper on and I'm not too bad. But now, I'm wearing much more layers. It really is freezing cold! It's just different. The wind is so horrible! Today I went to school, I wore under shirt, long sleeved shirt, hoodie, jumper. I also wear wool tights (not very thick ones though) with sweat pants over it. I'M WEARING TIGHTS UNDER MY PANTS MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THAT? I really dislike tights. I don't like them. I think that tights are really uncomfortable and they look.. 'fob'. No offence, but seriously. BUT, I think that they actually do look good, with the right clothes. Sigh. I really need to dress more appropriately now, given the unrelenting increasing age. People wear cool boots and awesome leather jackets, with those dress-like shirts to school on Free-Dress Day or Year 12 exams. Me? I wear hoodies and jumpers and sweat pants with my ever-trusty Mizuno sport shoes. Haha. Yes Georgina. I'm a loner because I don't dress properly. Haha.
SO back to topic, it's been really cold. I can't imagine what the weather will be like as we progress further into winter! :O For now though, with my electric blanket I love so much (thanks mum!!!!!!), I shall continue to bear with the cold. Oh but I noticed a difference too. I realized that I'm not so hung up about the cold as I used to be. It's kind of different. Subtle difference, definitely. I don't know.. I'm just not affected by the cold so much anymore. It's either I'm putting on warmer clothes now or I'm really getting used to it. Sometimes I do feel cold, but then I don't go 'ARGHHHHH I WISH I WAS BACK HOME! I HATE THE COLD!' kind of thing anymore. Well.. at least not so much anyway. But, I still continue to suck all the moisture out from my skin (what's left of it) with the heater. It's been on EVERYDAY. Thumbs up. =)
See you guys! Stay safe!
Anyway, you know in books, they always talk about how in the night, the moon illuminates everything. Like 'The silvery luminescence casted upon the trees by the moon..' etc. I never really got that. Seriously. It's so weird. I've always thought of the moon as this decorative item in the sky, never as a source of light. I mean, scientifically and theoretically, yes, I do know that it is a source of light (derived from the light from the sun bla bla bla), but at night, you just don't think that the moon is what allows you to see at night. Probably the street lamps or something.
I've been walking home from work at like 10pm at night these past few weeks. Of course not everyday, just some days. And let me tell you, the moon is so awesome. Seriously! On some nights right, when the sky is not cloudy, everything is indeed illuminated! On those nights right, the thought of how bright it is just strikes me suddenly. Then I look around and realize, wow, it really is bright. And as you might know, people in Australia don't turn on their porch lights. So it's REALLY REALLY dark in housing areas which don't have street lamps. It's not too bad for our housing area because of the train station near by which has spotlights and everything. But yea.. I totally, 100% get that phrase where the moon illuminates everything, casting a silver blanket over everything stuff. It's really cool!!! I think I mentioned before how sometimes on nights when the sky is not cloudy, the light from the moon shines through my bedroom window very brightly? It's those kind of nights. It's so utterly cool that something so small in the sky is a source of light. =D
Well.. it's been REALLY cold. It's only the start of winter but I can feel the difference already. It's crazy! Usually I step out of the house with a long-sleeved shirt and a jumper on and I'm not too bad. But now, I'm wearing much more layers. It really is freezing cold! It's just different. The wind is so horrible! Today I went to school, I wore under shirt, long sleeved shirt, hoodie, jumper. I also wear wool tights (not very thick ones though) with sweat pants over it. I'M WEARING TIGHTS UNDER MY PANTS MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THAT? I really dislike tights. I don't like them. I think that tights are really uncomfortable and they look.. 'fob'. No offence, but seriously. BUT, I think that they actually do look good, with the right clothes. Sigh. I really need to dress more appropriately now, given the unrelenting increasing age. People wear cool boots and awesome leather jackets, with those dress-like shirts to school on Free-Dress Day or Year 12 exams. Me? I wear hoodies and jumpers and sweat pants with my ever-trusty Mizuno sport shoes. Haha. Yes Georgina. I'm a loner because I don't dress properly. Haha.
SO back to topic, it's been really cold. I can't imagine what the weather will be like as we progress further into winter! :O For now though, with my electric blanket I love so much (thanks mum!!!!!!), I shall continue to bear with the cold. Oh but I noticed a difference too. I realized that I'm not so hung up about the cold as I used to be. It's kind of different. Subtle difference, definitely. I don't know.. I'm just not affected by the cold so much anymore. It's either I'm putting on warmer clothes now or I'm really getting used to it. Sometimes I do feel cold, but then I don't go 'ARGHHHHH I WISH I WAS BACK HOME! I HATE THE COLD!' kind of thing anymore. Well.. at least not so much anyway. But, I still continue to suck all the moisture out from my skin (what's left of it) with the heater. It's been on EVERYDAY. Thumbs up. =)
See you guys! Stay safe!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Recalling Nothing.
Yes, once again, I let my stupidity and my laziness overcome my better self and stopped blogging for a while. Thinking about it, as always and as probably mentioned before, fear strikes my heart (corny!!!!) when I think about all that has happened and those memories just slipping away one by one. Our memory is like a sieve (TWILIGHT QUOTE! ARGH!!!). I don't want to forget. But I'm letting myself do so just because I want to waste my time on watching The Vampire Diaries and surfing stupid Facebook. A lot of things have happened and I will have to fish through my memory and try and recall things. Hopefully no memories have permanently disappeared.. hopefully.
So we shall begin today's first post where we left of, back ALMOST TWO MONTHS AGO (!!!!!!!!!) at camp. Sigh. Well.. better late than never right? (My heart is hurting!)
So Camp Momentum. Wow.. It seems like ages ago! Ok. For the first day, I remember traveling there in the bus. Pretty awkward let me tell you. Just looked out the window and kept to myself most of the time. Sad right? But I can't really complain I guess. Get used to it, loner! I remember the weather wasn't too bad, as in wasn't too cold because bad weather, to me, is cold. I wore THE Body Glove shorts Tur and I bought together. Yay! I was SO EXCITED that the camp was next to the beach. But still the beach was a pretty long walk away. Long as in like 5 minutes or something. On the way there, I remember spotting the sparkling vast sea. It was so pretty. I was wistful as I remembered all the times I spent at the beach back home but never really looked at the aesthetic side of it. How I wish I could go to the beach more often (well.. not when it's cold. Seriously!). So as it was the first day, we had all these introductions, rules and everything. We had these ice breaker games which weren't too useful, in my opinion as a total newbie who almost didn't know anyone. Then we were introduced to the Lifesaver-Surfer system. Everyone is assigned a Surfer, thus making you a lifesaver. But at the same time YOU are someone else's Surfer. So it means that everyone is a surfer AND a lifesaver. So the thing is you have to subtly get to know your surfer and make sure they are doing fine and everything. Everyone was put into groups, naturally. I was in Bondi. The other groups were like Anguilla, Bora-Bora, Tulum etc. We had this cool 'mailing system' where every group had a bucket. So to send 'mail' (just notes and stuff) to give to your surfer or anyone at all, you just drop your 'mail' into that person's group's bucket. They also had this 'canteen' where they sold instant noodles, chips, Oreos, drinks and stuff like that.
My surfer was a guy named Hans. He's like kind of quiet and stuff. It was pretty hard to subtly get to know him because he doesn't really mix with anyone I know, but I did it. Just like went up to him and introduced myself. Hahaha. Bought him food and drinks and stuff like that. Wrote him notes. It was pretty cool. So my lifesaver turned out to be a guy called Chris. And apparently I introduced myself to him. Hah. We were all eating dinner and I was chatting with Kai who was sitting behind me. There was someone else sitting beside me.. but I don't remember who. Or maybe it was just me. And Chris was sitting beside Kai and he joined in. So yea we all just chatted and then after that I introduced myself. Haha. Pretty cool right? Thumbs up! =D
The beach. Wow it was so beautiful. Seriously! They had Sunrise groups every morning. I really wanted to go but my willpower wasn't enough, so I only went on the last morning. But it was worth it. So good. It was so beautiful. My first ever sunrise. =) I was half dead but wow, was it worth it. So we just hung out there (not that I really talked to anyone. At all.) until the sky got bright an it was almost breakfast time. The funny thing was that they had this car thingy that cleaned the beach. It's like a giant sieve. It just drives around the beach and scoops up sand (!!!! struggling to explain!). Means, this machine just lowers down a plane thingy that allows sand to go into the machine. Then the sand goes through.. Well, the end product is just sand without big pieces of rubbish ok. Phew. In my defence, I saw this machine from far and never got a close look. And plus I don't really remember. SO ANYWAY, the beach cleaner, we assume, 'cleaned out' one of the pastor's slippers. Hahahahaha. He took them of and left them in the middle of the beach to feel the sand under his bare feet. As we were walking back he was looking for it. We were all looking for it and we only found one side. Haha. Funny!!! His souvenir for the camp: a lost slipper. =D Chris, my lifesaver, was playing his guitar and everything while we were down there thus letting us listen to Jay Chou songs. Haha. The sunrise was good. It was good.
So we shall begin today's first post where we left of, back ALMOST TWO MONTHS AGO (!!!!!!!!!) at camp. Sigh. Well.. better late than never right? (My heart is hurting!)
So Camp Momentum. Wow.. It seems like ages ago! Ok. For the first day, I remember traveling there in the bus. Pretty awkward let me tell you. Just looked out the window and kept to myself most of the time. Sad right? But I can't really complain I guess. Get used to it, loner! I remember the weather wasn't too bad, as in wasn't too cold because bad weather, to me, is cold. I wore THE Body Glove shorts Tur and I bought together. Yay! I was SO EXCITED that the camp was next to the beach. But still the beach was a pretty long walk away. Long as in like 5 minutes or something. On the way there, I remember spotting the sparkling vast sea. It was so pretty. I was wistful as I remembered all the times I spent at the beach back home but never really looked at the aesthetic side of it. How I wish I could go to the beach more often (well.. not when it's cold. Seriously!). So as it was the first day, we had all these introductions, rules and everything. We had these ice breaker games which weren't too useful, in my opinion as a total newbie who almost didn't know anyone. Then we were introduced to the Lifesaver-Surfer system. Everyone is assigned a Surfer, thus making you a lifesaver. But at the same time YOU are someone else's Surfer. So it means that everyone is a surfer AND a lifesaver. So the thing is you have to subtly get to know your surfer and make sure they are doing fine and everything. Everyone was put into groups, naturally. I was in Bondi. The other groups were like Anguilla, Bora-Bora, Tulum etc. We had this cool 'mailing system' where every group had a bucket. So to send 'mail' (just notes and stuff) to give to your surfer or anyone at all, you just drop your 'mail' into that person's group's bucket. They also had this 'canteen' where they sold instant noodles, chips, Oreos, drinks and stuff like that.
My surfer was a guy named Hans. He's like kind of quiet and stuff. It was pretty hard to subtly get to know him because he doesn't really mix with anyone I know, but I did it. Just like went up to him and introduced myself. Hahaha. Bought him food and drinks and stuff like that. Wrote him notes. It was pretty cool. So my lifesaver turned out to be a guy called Chris. And apparently I introduced myself to him. Hah. We were all eating dinner and I was chatting with Kai who was sitting behind me. There was someone else sitting beside me.. but I don't remember who. Or maybe it was just me. And Chris was sitting beside Kai and he joined in. So yea we all just chatted and then after that I introduced myself. Haha. Pretty cool right? Thumbs up! =D
The beach. Wow it was so beautiful. Seriously! They had Sunrise groups every morning. I really wanted to go but my willpower wasn't enough, so I only went on the last morning. But it was worth it. So good. It was so beautiful. My first ever sunrise. =) I was half dead but wow, was it worth it. So we just hung out there (not that I really talked to anyone. At all.) until the sky got bright an it was almost breakfast time. The funny thing was that they had this car thingy that cleaned the beach. It's like a giant sieve. It just drives around the beach and scoops up sand (!!!! struggling to explain!). Means, this machine just lowers down a plane thingy that allows sand to go into the machine. Then the sand goes through.. Well, the end product is just sand without big pieces of rubbish ok. Phew. In my defence, I saw this machine from far and never got a close look. And plus I don't really remember. SO ANYWAY, the beach cleaner, we assume, 'cleaned out' one of the pastor's slippers. Hahahahaha. He took them of and left them in the middle of the beach to feel the sand under his bare feet. As we were walking back he was looking for it. We were all looking for it and we only found one side. Haha. Funny!!! His souvenir for the camp: a lost slipper. =D Chris, my lifesaver, was playing his guitar and everything while we were down there thus letting us listen to Jay Chou songs. Haha. The sunrise was good. It was good.
(PHOTO NOT MINE!!!) The food we had was typically western food (catered by the camp). It wasn't too bad. Mashed potatoes and everything. I was utterly shocked! I always thought Maggie was for supper only, but these guys.. they ate it EVERYDAY for almost EVERY MEAL. Seriously! Tsk tsk tsk. But I can't really blame them. OOhhhhhh we had chocolate mousse some days, it was quite good but I don't really like chocolate mousse generally. They also served us banana cakes, apple muffins and stuff like that for breakfast/snacks. They were pretty good. Ok, they were really good. Then... THEN, they gave us THE MOST AMAZING COOKIES ON EARTH!!!!!!!!! It was SO GOOD! Chocolate chip cookies which were normal on the outside but soft on the inside. Like they were those soft types of cookies, a bit chewy more than crunchy. The chocolate chips were AWESOME! And they had bits of white chocolate in them too. It was SO GOOD. Granted, it was a bit too sweet, but oh well. It was good. So good. I kept eating them! Crazy!!!!
I shared a dorm with Michelle, Kim, Winnie, Grace, and Harriet. They kept talking and talking. It felt weird, let me tell you. I'm so used to sleepovers, I've been introduced to sleepovers since a young age. I'm used to pillow talk, the conversation that goes on and on and on while everyone is lying in the dark and everything. I'm used to it all, blinking in the dark, the hushed laughters and giggles, the silence as someone pauses in her story, the silence as we all think about her story at the end. But then this time, I wasn't part of the conversation. It's not their fault, I kept fairly quiet in the dark, they assumed I was asleep. I stayed up with them for a long time, but I didn't say much. Sadly, felt weird to be on the outside. But I'm used to it, aren't I an outsider in this life here in Australia? Yes yes, I am so much more fortunate than others. Grateful. =)
On one of the nights, each group had to present a short skit. All groups were given time to prepare and they were given a situation and an item that they had to incorporate into the skit. We were also required to incorporate a bible verse and also Momentum. Haha. My group had a picnic basket, and the situation was a mother persuading her kids to use the picnic basket as a school bag. Ours was pretty funny, at least that's what everyone thought. I thought it wasn't THAT funny. Hmm.. It turned out to be the reluctant kid used the basket to give Jesus the two loaves of bread and five fishes or something like that, to feed thousands of people. The process to get there wasn't too bad I guess. Passable. I LOVED Oahu's skit. They got a bicycle helmet to use. Well, think about it, it is pretty hard right? The situation was one inventor introduces an energy-generating hat. I thought they did SO WELL! It was awesome. They put a lot of thought into it. They started out with the How I Met Your Mother scene, with the two kids asking how they got rich. Then the dad is the inventor and he explains stuff about the helmet. It was really funny. And then OF COURSE, it ended with the two kids and the dad going OH That was actually not how we got rich. I'll save that story for another time etc. Haha. It was good.
On our last night at camp, we sort of had 'freedom'. We had a camp fire going, with marshmallows and everything (THANK YOU WHOEVER BROUGHT THE MARSHMALLOWS!) and the guys passing around the guitar playing songs. It was really cool. It was awesome. I took a pause and looked up at the cloudy-but-not-too-cloudy sky and it. was. absolutely. brilliant. As I said the camp was at the seaside ie. pretty far from the city. The sky was filled with STARS. Seriously man! You know how they always say 'countless of stars in the night sky' or whatever in books and movies? I always look at the night sky and I never see a whole sky of stars ever. A SKY OF stars were sort of a rare sight, a cluster you could get. So when I looked up I was totally mesmerized (well.. not mesmerized. Just really... utterly amazed). The smoke from the fire, the music coming from everywhere: the guitar, the messily united voices of immature singers, the chatter and the laughter, the amazing sky... all that was missing was the sound of the waves (we weren't THAT close to the sea). Otherwise it was indeed star-ful night, I shall call it. =D (Pfft.. starful. Hah. Please appeal to your aesthetic senses. =D). A movie was also being shown in the activity room where we carried everything out: Facing The Giants. It's an AWESOME movie. Granted, I only started watching from the middle because I was at the camp fire. But it's really good. Really, really good. It's about American football. It actually showed me some things that I never even thought of before. I think one of the things that really stuck to my memory was the fact before a game, when they prayed, they prayed that God will guide them and lead them to victory or something, (note this part) and that if they won, may they praise God, and if they lost, may they still praise God. Having taken part in many many amateur competitions before, I've never ever prayed something like that before. Now I do, with exams and stuff. I think it's a challenge. When you lose or fail, we always think negatively and things like that. I guess we just have to peel our eyes, or rather our senses open some more and sometimes just say 'I know that that is Your will'. (BUT, I DO actually agree to the point that you CANNOT just say 'Oh I know God is watching over me' and not study and things like that. Pfft!). So yea, GOOD movie.
There was this one afternoon where we held our activities at the beach. The weather wasn't looking too good. It drizzled for a while, but then stopped. So it was all good. I went out with a shirt and shorts. A SHIRT AND SHORTS! SINGULAR! IT. WAS. FREEZING.!!!!!!!!!!! Crazy man! I was going crazy standing there. If I were to walk back up, it would take more than 5 minutes, maybe 10, AND it was a pretty steep uphill as well. I was just standing there freezing, trying to psych myself to 'embrace the cold'. It was absolute torture! Haha a lot of people made the same mistake as I did. Everyone was using towels to ATTEMPT to warm themselves up. The wind was blowing and everything. Suffering! Then I went up to ask Chris, who was wearing a MELBOURNE UNI hoodie, whether he was cold. He said yes and because I'm really a nice person (I'm being serious) I said ok. I wouldn't deprive someone of their warmth just because I'm freezing. Then like a few moments later he went up to me and asked me whether I'm cold. I said yes and he offered me his jumper. It was a HUGE. RELIEF. Seriously serious!!! When I have money of my own, if I see beggars in the street in some non-equatorial country (Khatulistiwa!!!! Hahahaha), I would definitely give away my jumpers/blankets to them. Freezing is no joke. It's unbearable! Oh and the ironic thing was that I was literally chattering my teeth, with goose bumps rising and, I imagine, lips going purple, I said 'ARGH!!!! You're a LIFESAVER!'. Hah. Hah. Hah. I need to renew my sense of humour. Pfftt.
So by the time the last day of camp arrived, I was NOT looking forward to go home. I was so reluctant! 依依不舍 as they call it. Sadness man! =( Just recently though, I realized how much of a difference camp made. It really did help me be less of a loner. I THINK. I'm actually not too sure. Oh well.
So I reckon that this post is long enough, though probably not a very interesting post to end my blogging drought. But I have good news though, as in good stuff to blog about. Refined (!), new words, new movies (!!!!), exams, school, ideals, work! Wow. A lot really has changed! Well.. guys, ponder about what life was like for you last month. The change will shock you. It constantly shocks me: how much things have changed, or how far we've fallen. Think about it. See you guys in the next post! I promise that it won't be long. Promise. =D
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