I know I have so many things to post about. So here is a list:
Earth Hour 2009.
Tarzan.
Roller Coaster Tycoon.
Frogger.
Dane Ar (Ko Ko Krunch).
Today (dumplings and freedom online).
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Still Alive!
I'm still alive! I look back on today and it seems like it's been a long time since I blogged. *GASP*. I know, I know. I posted like so many posts in one go and yet it feels like a long time? That must mean something is wrong with me! But then again, it's probably true.
So yea, I made it through Good Friday mass. I was seriously so tired. My eyes hurt and they were more Asian then ever, they were CLOSED (well.. exaggerating of course). But I sat through mass and surprisingly, it wasn't THAT hard to do so. But when I came back I totally crashed.
BUT, somehow, as soon as I was horizontal, my mind went faster than ever and I actually found it hard to find sleep. It was so weird because I felt so tired. Honestly, I don't even feel that tired after sleeping at 4am and waking up at 6.30am for exams. So yea. Guess what I kept thinking about when I was trying to sleep? The L.A.U.N.D.R.Y. Call me stressed. The sky had ominous clouds in it and it looked like it was going to rain. The forecast was 'possible showers' but I checked the website and it said it won't rain. One of the bedroom windows is right above where I sleep, a little bit to the left. So when I'm lying on my bed, if I look upwards, I can see out from the window. So I kept seeing the dark clouds and I was really worried. I spent so much time on that laundry I COULD NOT LET IT GET THE RAIN. Oh ya, YES, it still wasn't dry, thanks to my foolishness. So yea. I remember that I finally started drifting off to sleep, and then there was a sharp gust of wind and SNAP my eyes flew open and I once again started to worry about the laundry. GOSHHHHHHHH. So yea. Tired as I was (REALLY TIRED), I only slept for two hours. Usually if I were that tired, I would have slept for four, which is quite normal for me. But two? TWO?! Means my mind was waking me up even though I did not set it to. I would have been totally fine if I slept till morning.
Dinner. I'm so utterly grateful Kevin offered to cook. SERIOUSLY. I was so tired, I wouldn't have cared if I served him cereals or something. I was actually just planning to serve the leftover stew (YES, we still have it) with rice. Because I didn't go get any vegetables yesterday. I'm going tomorrow though. Going to get cauliflower. So yea. He cooked his 'emergency food'. I actually thought it was pretty yum. Totally my type of food. He cooked rice with canned whole peeled tomatoes and canned tuna. He just chucked everything in the rice cooker and voila, dinner is served. I'm so totally totally utterly appreciative of what he did. He even did the dishes. HAH. But guess what? He left the leftovers in the rice cooker. Sigh. Guess I'll go do it later. Oh and I also forgot to mention yesterday, I noticed Kel did the dishes. YAY!!! And she also took in the shirts that were dry. YAY!!!
So anyway. Sometimes I leave the blinds of my bedroom window half open so the air can come in. And there was one night, I noticed how bright it was. There was light shining in from outside. I took a look out and it was the MOON. You know in books and movies, how they always say the moon is so bright, it illuminates the dark night etc etc. I've never believed that you know. I never experienced the moonlight illuminating everything. Like, the moon is shining, but does it actually provide light for you to see by? I've never agreed with that. I mean. Yes, I know it does provide a certain amount of light, but I've never agreed with those phrases, or maybe I should say that I've never thought those phrases were true or that I understood what they were saying. But then that night, I finally understood what it meant! Seriously. I've never seen the light shine so bright through my window before. It was awesome. So yea, just wanted you guys to know this totally random fact.
Tomorrow, I'm going to get the vegetables. And I'm also going out with Sheila. I'm kind of nervous. Haven't seen her in AGES. Seriously. Like.. 3 years or so? Anyway, so yea, I'm a bit nervous, excited, sceptical on whether it's going to be good, but looking forward to it? Maybe because I finally can say I'm going out? Oh well.. We're going to grab something to eat. Asian food. Haha. So yes, looking forward to it. And thanks Gee, for asking me to ask her. I wouldn't have gone ahead with it if you hadn't. I'm glad I did.
So yes, until tomorrow! Lewis Carroll is a seriously weird man.
So yea, I made it through Good Friday mass. I was seriously so tired. My eyes hurt and they were more Asian then ever, they were CLOSED (well.. exaggerating of course). But I sat through mass and surprisingly, it wasn't THAT hard to do so. But when I came back I totally crashed.
BUT, somehow, as soon as I was horizontal, my mind went faster than ever and I actually found it hard to find sleep. It was so weird because I felt so tired. Honestly, I don't even feel that tired after sleeping at 4am and waking up at 6.30am for exams. So yea. Guess what I kept thinking about when I was trying to sleep? The L.A.U.N.D.R.Y. Call me stressed. The sky had ominous clouds in it and it looked like it was going to rain. The forecast was 'possible showers' but I checked the website and it said it won't rain. One of the bedroom windows is right above where I sleep, a little bit to the left. So when I'm lying on my bed, if I look upwards, I can see out from the window. So I kept seeing the dark clouds and I was really worried. I spent so much time on that laundry I COULD NOT LET IT GET THE RAIN. Oh ya, YES, it still wasn't dry, thanks to my foolishness. So yea. I remember that I finally started drifting off to sleep, and then there was a sharp gust of wind and SNAP my eyes flew open and I once again started to worry about the laundry. GOSHHHHHHHH. So yea. Tired as I was (REALLY TIRED), I only slept for two hours. Usually if I were that tired, I would have slept for four, which is quite normal for me. But two? TWO?! Means my mind was waking me up even though I did not set it to. I would have been totally fine if I slept till morning.
Dinner. I'm so utterly grateful Kevin offered to cook. SERIOUSLY. I was so tired, I wouldn't have cared if I served him cereals or something. I was actually just planning to serve the leftover stew (YES, we still have it) with rice. Because I didn't go get any vegetables yesterday. I'm going tomorrow though. Going to get cauliflower. So yea. He cooked his 'emergency food'. I actually thought it was pretty yum. Totally my type of food. He cooked rice with canned whole peeled tomatoes and canned tuna. He just chucked everything in the rice cooker and voila, dinner is served. I'm so totally totally utterly appreciative of what he did. He even did the dishes. HAH. But guess what? He left the leftovers in the rice cooker. Sigh. Guess I'll go do it later. Oh and I also forgot to mention yesterday, I noticed Kel did the dishes. YAY!!! And she also took in the shirts that were dry. YAY!!!
So anyway. Sometimes I leave the blinds of my bedroom window half open so the air can come in. And there was one night, I noticed how bright it was. There was light shining in from outside. I took a look out and it was the MOON. You know in books and movies, how they always say the moon is so bright, it illuminates the dark night etc etc. I've never believed that you know. I never experienced the moonlight illuminating everything. Like, the moon is shining, but does it actually provide light for you to see by? I've never agreed with that. I mean. Yes, I know it does provide a certain amount of light, but I've never agreed with those phrases, or maybe I should say that I've never thought those phrases were true or that I understood what they were saying. But then that night, I finally understood what it meant! Seriously. I've never seen the light shine so bright through my window before. It was awesome. So yea, just wanted you guys to know this totally random fact.
Tomorrow, I'm going to get the vegetables. And I'm also going out with Sheila. I'm kind of nervous. Haven't seen her in AGES. Seriously. Like.. 3 years or so? Anyway, so yea, I'm a bit nervous, excited, sceptical on whether it's going to be good, but looking forward to it? Maybe because I finally can say I'm going out? Oh well.. We're going to grab something to eat. Asian food. Haha. So yes, looking forward to it. And thanks Gee, for asking me to ask her. I wouldn't have gone ahead with it if you hadn't. I'm glad I did.
So yes, until tomorrow! Lewis Carroll is a seriously weird man.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Oh.
The proper Good Friday mass is at 3pm later. An hour from now. I want to sleep. But I'm going to grab a shower first. So khasta. The bad thing about doing the Stations is that now I don't really want to go to the mass. Tired.
Good Friday.
Today I was supposed to go to the church at 7am. Supposed to. Which meant that I was late. I woke up at 6, but then slept back. Cursing myself. THANK GOODNESS the thing wasn't supposed to start until 10am. So yea I woke up at 7am and hurriedly got ready. And because I couldn't bother myself to wake Kel or Kev up, I opted to ride my bicycle there. Lo and Behold (Sigh.. Need I say more?), the tyres were a bit flat. I didn't really want to waste time pumping air in it, so I just walked. Yay for me. It's before the library, so it wasn't THAT bad, but it was indeed tiring to be walking so far when it's cold, with my still-not-awake muscles. But it was all good I guess. The Stations of The Cross, which is what this thing is called, went by really smoothly, I thought. There were some major problems with the music before, but it was really good today. The songs might have been slower than usual, but it was all good. =D I walked home too. I was sort of proud of myself, I didn't fall the times I went up to the podium, I didn't stop half way or things like that. I did stumble one word and I almost smiled. And I'm not supposed to. Because.. well.. it's Good Friday. So yea. All was good I guess. I think that I'm happy to have been a part of it. But I was really glad to be done with it. The rehearsals were really bad. They were all soooooo long and repetitive. Oh well. No pain no gain huh.
Kel and Kev both didn't come to see me. How do I feel about it? Well.. I sort of expected it. Really. When I knew for certain Kel wasn't coming (Kev was almost a known fact. He didn't even know when was it), I might have felt the tiniest disappointment, or that feeling of sickness as mentioned in Sick To The Core because of the disregard our family has. But then truthfully? It was definitely expected. I didn't expect them to come. I might have hoped. But then I didn't expect them to actually come, sort of knew they wouldn't. False hope. It's been this way since a long time ago. The cons of having a driver is that they drive you to those stupid school singing competitions events things (?), they drive you to your primary school graduation. For my primary school graduation, I remembered feeling a tiny sense of loss because no one came. I think dad and Kat came, but it was like towards the end. I don't really remember. But the memory of me remembering that no one came is still in me, I don't know why, it's just one of those memories that get stuck in your head for no reason. For the other singing stuff, in TTSS and stuff like those events, I was absolutely fine with no one coming. So yes. That's why I don't allow myself to feel sad for it. What's the use. It's reality. It's just the way it is.
So truthfully? I'm absolutely fine with it.
Kel and Kev both didn't come to see me. How do I feel about it? Well.. I sort of expected it. Really. When I knew for certain Kel wasn't coming (Kev was almost a known fact. He didn't even know when was it), I might have felt the tiniest disappointment, or that feeling of sickness as mentioned in Sick To The Core because of the disregard our family has. But then truthfully? It was definitely expected. I didn't expect them to come. I might have hoped. But then I didn't expect them to actually come, sort of knew they wouldn't. False hope. It's been this way since a long time ago. The cons of having a driver is that they drive you to those stupid school singing competitions events things (?), they drive you to your primary school graduation. For my primary school graduation, I remembered feeling a tiny sense of loss because no one came. I think dad and Kat came, but it was like towards the end. I don't really remember. But the memory of me remembering that no one came is still in me, I don't know why, it's just one of those memories that get stuck in your head for no reason. For the other singing stuff, in TTSS and stuff like those events, I was absolutely fine with no one coming. So yes. That's why I don't allow myself to feel sad for it. What's the use. It's reality. It's just the way it is.
So truthfully? I'm absolutely fine with it.
Reminder.
This is just a reminder. A time line of some sort that marks my losing innocence.
15th March. I baked chocolate chip muffins. Premixed batter! They are the same ones as the one now. But this second batch are not as good. Why? Eheheeee. I didn't even mix the batter properly. Halfway through spooning it out into paper cupcake holders, I found a lump of unmixed mix that was still in powder form (unmixed mix? WHAT?!?!). So yeaaaa. But still. Heat for 25seconds and it's really good. With ice cream. Yum. This batter is really good. Seriously. I'm using the White Wings batter. (Thumbs up!) But note, it's a tiny bit too sweet. The chocolate chips in there are amazing though. I LOVE chocolate chips like those! It's soft and nice after heating it up and the texture is seriously YUM!
17th March. I cooked cabbage. For the first time in my life. Cooking by myself, from scratch. Cutting it up, and garlic too, and frying it. I spent like.. half an hour of my life on that cabbage. It was a little overcooked, it turned a bit brown. It was okay though. Satisfaction. Mmmmm....
31st March. Cooked fried rice. Process is mentioned below, won't make you guys sit through it again.
1st April. Cleaned the toilet for the first time.
Note that all these are first times. Oh and I would also like to bring the focus onto my miserable life once again. Yesterday STEPHANIE texted me and she said she broke her leg. I think she meant sprain, just she didn't know what word to use. She said it wasn't that serious when I asked, and that she could still sort of walk. She said she was in the Health Office in school. Then she said 'Wow my dear Geek (my name), you believed me? April Fools!'. It struck me that it indeed was April Fools Day. How fast time flies. I thought this was sad because I had no idea that it was April Fools Day. The fact that I had no friends to celebrate it with, that I wasn't with friends to the extent that I never once thought about it coming up, and that I was so ignorant. The first day of April also brought with it fear that time was still relentless in sweeping everyone off their feet. Next post is about today.
15th March. I baked chocolate chip muffins. Premixed batter! They are the same ones as the one now. But this second batch are not as good. Why? Eheheeee. I didn't even mix the batter properly. Halfway through spooning it out into paper cupcake holders, I found a lump of unmixed mix that was still in powder form (unmixed mix? WHAT?!?!). So yeaaaa. But still. Heat for 25seconds and it's really good. With ice cream. Yum. This batter is really good. Seriously. I'm using the White Wings batter. (Thumbs up!) But note, it's a tiny bit too sweet. The chocolate chips in there are amazing though. I LOVE chocolate chips like those! It's soft and nice after heating it up and the texture is seriously YUM!
17th March. I cooked cabbage. For the first time in my life. Cooking by myself, from scratch. Cutting it up, and garlic too, and frying it. I spent like.. half an hour of my life on that cabbage. It was a little overcooked, it turned a bit brown. It was okay though. Satisfaction. Mmmmm....
31st March. Cooked fried rice. Process is mentioned below, won't make you guys sit through it again.
1st April. Cleaned the toilet for the first time.
Note that all these are first times. Oh and I would also like to bring the focus onto my miserable life once again. Yesterday STEPHANIE texted me and she said she broke her leg. I think she meant sprain, just she didn't know what word to use. She said it wasn't that serious when I asked, and that she could still sort of walk. She said she was in the Health Office in school. Then she said 'Wow my dear Geek (my name), you believed me? April Fools!'. It struck me that it indeed was April Fools Day. How fast time flies. I thought this was sad because I had no idea that it was April Fools Day. The fact that I had no friends to celebrate it with, that I wasn't with friends to the extent that I never once thought about it coming up, and that I was so ignorant. The first day of April also brought with it fear that time was still relentless in sweeping everyone off their feet. Next post is about today.
Sick. To. The. Core.
There's something that makes me sick. Really, truly sick. I'm so utterly disgusted at myself, at us. How could we live like this? Every single day? But it's also my fault. I am part of the cause, the problem. Because this is too personal, I'm not going to blog much about it, about the whole thing. I'm going to do it in my private diary. But what I can do, is talk about Me, Myself and I (Beyonce? Or is it Destiny's Child?).
I feel that I am sort of.. plagued with taciturnity. BUT, like everything else in my mind, there're many other sides to this. I don't think that I'm untalkative, in fact, I think I am too talkative. Like in my blogs, in my emails and conversations, I can go on and on and on until my teeth fall out (thank goodness for my braces then) (gosh. how lame). But then when I'm tired, or, actually I don't know when. Maybe when I'm tired? Or is it also when I'm in a bad mood? Or maybe it's only with certain people? Or is it only when I'm not with my friends? During those times, those which I can't seem to point out exactly, I become silent. Like.. really. I don't talk almost at all. How are you? Fine. How was the activity? Okay. You had dinner? Yes.
Why is this? I don't understand. But I would also like to mention that though I am quiet/silent/taciturn/maybe even cold at times, I feel that I am full of silent passion, full of compassion and 'love'. It makes me sad, because even though I feel that way, I feel that it goes unnoticed and worse, unappreciated EVERY. TIME. When I cook or clean, when I prepare lunches, I do it properly and I put a lot of thought into it. It sounds really corny, but that's the way my mind pictures it. I put my heart into it. Especially when I'm doing food. I am filled with satisfaction and... like a glow. I picture whoever it is directed to, opening the container/fridge, and feel surprised and happy. That's how I feel when I open my lunch container. I always look forward to it. Excuse the corniness, but really, I'm so tired of feeling this compassion every time I'm in the kitchen.
I know I become talkative when I'm in a good mood and I just did/went to/went through something that was interesting. At those times I talk and talk and talk about it and then, often I find myself talking to myself. When that happens, I shut up and immediately pack up and leave. I pack up the conversation, the road I was taking the conversation through, and I just stop. The visual road I was going down on suddenly becomes.. nothing, it just disappears. Then I go on the laptop or book or TV. I don't feel hurt. Not really. I could say I'm used to it. Sadly? Maybe just a little bit, but really? I guess not really. (look at how my thoughts go in circles!). It's always been this way. What could I do but get used to it? It's life. Reality. Everyone has different lives. This is mine.
So yes, my taciturnity is a big problem, a problem which probably exists only in my world. I hit myself in the head and curse myself when I do that (not talk), and it makes me feel guilty. I know that sometimes I do that because the person I'm talking to is.. well.. not the kind of person I would like to volunteer information with. People who are judgmental, I don't talk to. I hate how they calculate what you say, how they judge you and look down at you. So belittling. I live with these kind of people. It's like a general characteristic of humans.
And it makes me sick. Seriously. When I think about it, I'm so disgusted at the way my life is, at the way I live it. Sometimes I wish that life was a masquerade, where we could all just wear masks and so, that way, I could talk to anyone without feeling that taciturnity overwhelming me (except for when I'm tired), and just talk to them. That way, I won't see that calculating look they have when they are judging me. That way, I will be able to successfully communicate, communicate with people that I'm supposed to be communicating with. It may seem so, it may seem that we are communicating. But I don't think so. I think communication is exchanging of extra information, not just the usual questions like 'how was school'. More so, I feel it's getting worse and worse. We're just all so consumed by the newest Korean drama, the newest Nigahiga video, the latest gossip.
It makes me sick, so sick I throw up in my mind, so sick my heart aches.
I feel that I am sort of.. plagued with taciturnity. BUT, like everything else in my mind, there're many other sides to this. I don't think that I'm untalkative, in fact, I think I am too talkative. Like in my blogs, in my emails and conversations, I can go on and on and on until my teeth fall out (thank goodness for my braces then) (gosh. how lame). But then when I'm tired, or, actually I don't know when. Maybe when I'm tired? Or is it also when I'm in a bad mood? Or maybe it's only with certain people? Or is it only when I'm not with my friends? During those times, those which I can't seem to point out exactly, I become silent. Like.. really. I don't talk almost at all. How are you? Fine. How was the activity? Okay. You had dinner? Yes.
Why is this? I don't understand. But I would also like to mention that though I am quiet/silent/taciturn/maybe even cold at times, I feel that I am full of silent passion, full of compassion and 'love'. It makes me sad, because even though I feel that way, I feel that it goes unnoticed and worse, unappreciated EVERY. TIME. When I cook or clean, when I prepare lunches, I do it properly and I put a lot of thought into it. It sounds really corny, but that's the way my mind pictures it. I put my heart into it. Especially when I'm doing food. I am filled with satisfaction and... like a glow. I picture whoever it is directed to, opening the container/fridge, and feel surprised and happy. That's how I feel when I open my lunch container. I always look forward to it. Excuse the corniness, but really, I'm so tired of feeling this compassion every time I'm in the kitchen.
I know I become talkative when I'm in a good mood and I just did/went to/went through something that was interesting. At those times I talk and talk and talk about it and then, often I find myself talking to myself. When that happens, I shut up and immediately pack up and leave. I pack up the conversation, the road I was taking the conversation through, and I just stop. The visual road I was going down on suddenly becomes.. nothing, it just disappears. Then I go on the laptop or book or TV. I don't feel hurt. Not really. I could say I'm used to it. Sadly? Maybe just a little bit, but really? I guess not really. (look at how my thoughts go in circles!). It's always been this way. What could I do but get used to it? It's life. Reality. Everyone has different lives. This is mine.
So yes, my taciturnity is a big problem, a problem which probably exists only in my world. I hit myself in the head and curse myself when I do that (not talk), and it makes me feel guilty. I know that sometimes I do that because the person I'm talking to is.. well.. not the kind of person I would like to volunteer information with. People who are judgmental, I don't talk to. I hate how they calculate what you say, how they judge you and look down at you. So belittling. I live with these kind of people. It's like a general characteristic of humans.
And it makes me sick. Seriously. When I think about it, I'm so disgusted at the way my life is, at the way I live it. Sometimes I wish that life was a masquerade, where we could all just wear masks and so, that way, I could talk to anyone without feeling that taciturnity overwhelming me (except for when I'm tired), and just talk to them. That way, I won't see that calculating look they have when they are judging me. That way, I will be able to successfully communicate, communicate with people that I'm supposed to be communicating with. It may seem so, it may seem that we are communicating. But I don't think so. I think communication is exchanging of extra information, not just the usual questions like 'how was school'. More so, I feel it's getting worse and worse. We're just all so consumed by the newest Korean drama, the newest Nigahiga video, the latest gossip.
It makes me sick, so sick I throw up in my mind, so sick my heart aches.
Innocence.
Hey. So I actually really wanted to blog yesterday. But then I was just so busy. And all of a sudden, I had so much inspiration flood me that I thought of so many things I wanted to blog about and had TITLES for. So yea.. it was just my luck that I didn't have time. So this is only one of my posts from the other thousands (not really) that are still blundering around in my mind.
So yesterday, I did loads of things... PRODUCTIVE things! I know. I've been saying that a lot, but I guess yesterday topped everything else. I got up at 8.30am, though I actually wanted to get up at 7.30am. Failed at that. Then I cleaned the bathroom and the toilet upstairs. Long overdue. And I'm constantly amazed at how much dust can collect over here. I guess that's only possible because my kakaks are not here. =( =( So yea. Even though it might seem like I'm used to doing all these chores, yesterday was my first time cleaning the toilet. It was not fun. I was disgusted. I'm just like any other girl (HAH) and don't like unpleasant things. The whole time I was cleaning the toilet and bathroom, I was wrinkling my nose and my mind was going 'Yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck' the whole time. Gosh. Horrible experience. And I'm sorry to say that because of that, I think I used way too much cleaning fluids (in this case, White King!). I'm only a tiny bit worried that it might be corrosive because I applied it directly to the (insert word of choice) (toilet, bathtub, sink) and not mixing it with water in a bucket like the usual way. I also didn't wear gloves. After cleaning and cleaning, my hands did sting a little in contact with White King. But now, my hands are still as they were, smooth and normal (pffftttt) (at least I hope so).
So after cleaning the bathtub, the shower, the sink, the mirror, and the toilet, I went downstairs. I then started the laundry. It's way overdue. I had four loads to do: white, dark, colours and towels. So while waiting for the laundry, I did the dishes that piled up because of my fried rice the day before. So when the laundry was done, I hung it up on the line, when it was washing, I did the dishes. On and on and on and by the time I was done, it was about 1pm. The laundry was all on the line, and the dishes were done and were drying in the dishwasher. Finally.. lunch time. Because I didn't want to dirty more dishes than I had to, I decided to eat cereal. Simple and nice. KoKo Krunch. And for my second bowl (it was lunch!) I wanted to have Coco Pops. But ho-hum (gosh who am I? Replace with 'figures'!), it was almost empty. There was enough left for half a bowl. It was annoying. To me. Because if you want to eat the Coco Pops, and you've eaten so much there's only enough left for half a bowl, THEN JUST FINISH IT. Gosh! It's so inconsiderate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I guess it's not really that big of a deal. But it did annoy me at the time. SIGH.
So with my cereals, (yay) I sat down at my laptop and started on my Chem Project. Again. It took a really long time. I had to look up the internet for a lot of information and had to sort them alllllll out because they weren't all the same. IT. REALLY. TOOK. A. LONG. TIME. In between when I found my mind couldn't function, I looked up some YouTube videos to watch or I read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. I also watched Disney's adaptation of it, only Part 1 though. Cooly. Back to the Chem Project. I finished at 6pm! SIX PEE AM!!!!! By that time Kel had come back from Uni and she heated up fried rice for dinner. I was so, so tired. So khasta (The Kite-Runner). Seriously. I had a headache while I was doing the project. I suspect it was because I was so tired and was reading from the computer for a lengthy period. (Seriously. It took so much of me to force myself to get up. My eyelids were stuck together by sleep!). So as I pressed the 'Enter' button to shut down my laptop after FINALLY FINISHING THE CHEM PROJECT, I went to eat dinner.
I ate fried rice, two bowls of it. I also fulfilled my idea of eating the muffins with ice cream. The muffins were so good. Heat it up for 25seconds and it's perfect! The chocolate chips are really, really good! Yummmm. So after eating all that, I went on my laptop and just replied an email and went on Facebook. Didn't spend long there though, I had to go to the church rehearsal thing.
I've never really talked about the rehearsal thing, have I? For Good Friday, the youths of the church come together and set up something like a play. There're actors and dancers, musicians and readers, which is what I am. They briefly run through the Passion, the actors freezing in poses as we read. It was all quite good. But honestly, I don't think I'll go again next year. I mean, I would read again, but then if I were in the audience, I wouldn't want to go. It's not that it wasn't any good, it was actually pretty good. Everything went really smoothly. But it's just that it's almost the same every year, with small difference here and there. How many times can you watch the same thing again and again? So that's why I wouldn't want to go. (I guess you could say the same for mass, but, (unfortunately..?) mass is different). So yeaaaaaaaaa. The rehearsal was at 9pm, after Holy Thursday mass which I didn't go to because I was totally worn out. The rehearsal only ended at almost midnight because they had to set the stage up and everything. It was really boring, the rehearsal was really long. So yea. When I got back I went to bed.
Isn't it amusing? Even though I was so exhausted, physically from waking up so early and from the chores and mentally from the Chem Project (killer!), I still found it hard to fall asleep. My mind kept on running and running, it was so fast. I had to constantly remind myself to shut up. And after making myself shut up for like the hundredth time, I sand a random song and fell asleep.
I do blame myself though. Because I was too forgetful. On Tuesday, I thought about doing the laundry the next day. The weather said that there would be 'increasing sunshine'. But, as always, my stupid-self forgot. On Wednesday afternoon, I realized that I forgot and was like.. gah. Cursing myself. Now that summer is gone, we would have to be wiser and wash when there's good weather to dry it, and that opportunity doesn't come by every week. So yea. Yesterday I did the laundry. But then even though the weather said it would also be 'increasing sunshine', we started off the morning with fog. So yea.. it wasn't very sunny in the end. Thankfully it didn't rain though. But because of my foolishness, the laundry had to stay out overnight (Lucky no one wants our clothes) and this morning, it still wasn't dry. Some of them are in now, but some of them are still hanging out there.
So. What does Innocence have to do with all this? Well.. I'm not sure whether I've mentioned it here before, (oh wait. I have. TOO BAD). I did say I was growing up right? In my mind growing up is the same as losing your innocence. I grew up when I cooked the eggplant for the first time (have yet to mention that). It was.. in my mind, kind of disgusting. I grew up when I baked muffins (using premixed batter!!). I grew up when I cooked fried rice. And I grew up yesterday when I cleaned the toilet. So yeaaaaa. I've grown up because I've lost my innocence. I put on Facebook, the shout out 'I lost my innocence, lost it to AUBERGINES!'. (apparently it's eggplants here, not aubergines. Hmm). So yes. I'm no longer innocent. Though I've never taken for granted or looked down on mums and kakaks who do chores, now, even more than before, I bow down to the greatness. It is so not easy. And I would like to say, even if it's to myself: Wow my geek, I am so moftakhir (The Kite Runner). So moftakhir of you.
So yesterday, I did loads of things... PRODUCTIVE things! I know. I've been saying that a lot, but I guess yesterday topped everything else. I got up at 8.30am, though I actually wanted to get up at 7.30am. Failed at that. Then I cleaned the bathroom and the toilet upstairs. Long overdue. And I'm constantly amazed at how much dust can collect over here. I guess that's only possible because my kakaks are not here. =( =( So yea. Even though it might seem like I'm used to doing all these chores, yesterday was my first time cleaning the toilet. It was not fun. I was disgusted. I'm just like any other girl (HAH) and don't like unpleasant things. The whole time I was cleaning the toilet and bathroom, I was wrinkling my nose and my mind was going 'Yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck' the whole time. Gosh. Horrible experience. And I'm sorry to say that because of that, I think I used way too much cleaning fluids (in this case, White King!). I'm only a tiny bit worried that it might be corrosive because I applied it directly to the (insert word of choice) (toilet, bathtub, sink) and not mixing it with water in a bucket like the usual way. I also didn't wear gloves. After cleaning and cleaning, my hands did sting a little in contact with White King. But now, my hands are still as they were, smooth and normal (pffftttt) (at least I hope so).
So after cleaning the bathtub, the shower, the sink, the mirror, and the toilet, I went downstairs. I then started the laundry. It's way overdue. I had four loads to do: white, dark, colours and towels. So while waiting for the laundry, I did the dishes that piled up because of my fried rice the day before. So when the laundry was done, I hung it up on the line, when it was washing, I did the dishes. On and on and on and by the time I was done, it was about 1pm. The laundry was all on the line, and the dishes were done and were drying in the dishwasher. Finally.. lunch time. Because I didn't want to dirty more dishes than I had to, I decided to eat cereal. Simple and nice. KoKo Krunch. And for my second bowl (it was lunch!) I wanted to have Coco Pops. But ho-hum (gosh who am I? Replace with 'figures'!), it was almost empty. There was enough left for half a bowl. It was annoying. To me. Because if you want to eat the Coco Pops, and you've eaten so much there's only enough left for half a bowl, THEN JUST FINISH IT. Gosh! It's so inconsiderate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I guess it's not really that big of a deal. But it did annoy me at the time. SIGH.
So with my cereals, (yay) I sat down at my laptop and started on my Chem Project. Again. It took a really long time. I had to look up the internet for a lot of information and had to sort them alllllll out because they weren't all the same. IT. REALLY. TOOK. A. LONG. TIME. In between when I found my mind couldn't function, I looked up some YouTube videos to watch or I read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. I also watched Disney's adaptation of it, only Part 1 though. Cooly. Back to the Chem Project. I finished at 6pm! SIX PEE AM!!!!! By that time Kel had come back from Uni and she heated up fried rice for dinner. I was so, so tired. So khasta (The Kite-Runner). Seriously. I had a headache while I was doing the project. I suspect it was because I was so tired and was reading from the computer for a lengthy period. (Seriously. It took so much of me to force myself to get up. My eyelids were stuck together by sleep!). So as I pressed the 'Enter' button to shut down my laptop after FINALLY FINISHING THE CHEM PROJECT, I went to eat dinner.
I ate fried rice, two bowls of it. I also fulfilled my idea of eating the muffins with ice cream. The muffins were so good. Heat it up for 25seconds and it's perfect! The chocolate chips are really, really good! Yummmm. So after eating all that, I went on my laptop and just replied an email and went on Facebook. Didn't spend long there though, I had to go to the church rehearsal thing.
I've never really talked about the rehearsal thing, have I? For Good Friday, the youths of the church come together and set up something like a play. There're actors and dancers, musicians and readers, which is what I am. They briefly run through the Passion, the actors freezing in poses as we read. It was all quite good. But honestly, I don't think I'll go again next year. I mean, I would read again, but then if I were in the audience, I wouldn't want to go. It's not that it wasn't any good, it was actually pretty good. Everything went really smoothly. But it's just that it's almost the same every year, with small difference here and there. How many times can you watch the same thing again and again? So that's why I wouldn't want to go. (I guess you could say the same for mass, but, (unfortunately..?) mass is different). So yeaaaaaaaaa. The rehearsal was at 9pm, after Holy Thursday mass which I didn't go to because I was totally worn out. The rehearsal only ended at almost midnight because they had to set the stage up and everything. It was really boring, the rehearsal was really long. So yea. When I got back I went to bed.
Isn't it amusing? Even though I was so exhausted, physically from waking up so early and from the chores and mentally from the Chem Project (killer!), I still found it hard to fall asleep. My mind kept on running and running, it was so fast. I had to constantly remind myself to shut up. And after making myself shut up for like the hundredth time, I sand a random song and fell asleep.
I do blame myself though. Because I was too forgetful. On Tuesday, I thought about doing the laundry the next day. The weather said that there would be 'increasing sunshine'. But, as always, my stupid-self forgot. On Wednesday afternoon, I realized that I forgot and was like.. gah. Cursing myself. Now that summer is gone, we would have to be wiser and wash when there's good weather to dry it, and that opportunity doesn't come by every week. So yea. Yesterday I did the laundry. But then even though the weather said it would also be 'increasing sunshine', we started off the morning with fog. So yea.. it wasn't very sunny in the end. Thankfully it didn't rain though. But because of my foolishness, the laundry had to stay out overnight (Lucky no one wants our clothes) and this morning, it still wasn't dry. Some of them are in now, but some of them are still hanging out there.
So. What does Innocence have to do with all this? Well.. I'm not sure whether I've mentioned it here before, (oh wait. I have. TOO BAD). I did say I was growing up right? In my mind growing up is the same as losing your innocence. I grew up when I cooked the eggplant for the first time (have yet to mention that). It was.. in my mind, kind of disgusting. I grew up when I baked muffins (using premixed batter!!). I grew up when I cooked fried rice. And I grew up yesterday when I cleaned the toilet. So yeaaaaa. I've grown up because I've lost my innocence. I put on Facebook, the shout out 'I lost my innocence, lost it to AUBERGINES!'. (apparently it's eggplants here, not aubergines. Hmm). So yes. I'm no longer innocent. Though I've never taken for granted or looked down on mums and kakaks who do chores, now, even more than before, I bow down to the greatness. It is so not easy. And I would like to say, even if it's to myself: Wow my geek, I am so moftakhir (The Kite Runner). So moftakhir of you.
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