Tuesday 31 May 2011
Early morning and I'm in the school canteen hiding away from the morning heat, listening to my Maroon 5 and busy typing away. Don't get me wrong, I'm not busy typing away homework, I'm just, being my usual bumsy self.
I've survived Pastoral Day yesterday and honestly, it was no where near as bad as I thought it would be. It was... fun. But anyway, after that "worry", it's done. I can finally just chill, sorta, till the summer holidays. I believe, after this week, it should be pretttyyy smooth all the way till I get back, to year 13. Dread.
So today I only have 3 hours of school since I don't have english today so I get to leave at 11:40am, brilliant. Then, tomorrow I have a 2 hour free because of english again and my normal one free period so that's another chilling session. No chilling session on thursday unfortunately but I'll live. And then friday, shoppinnngggg with Rach at Temple Street, TST, wherever. I need to start buying my stuff for the trip to Paris/Southern France. Yep, pretty stoked for that. So I need to get my bikini and maybe a kaftan top for the boat bit because honestly, it's quite crazy to be wearing a swimsuit (literally, although it's two piece) on a boat when you're on a vacation. I needa get into that vacation, relaxed feeling.
And after friday I have a loooonnng 3 day weekend and that's when my uncle and aunt from Sydney are going to arrive and stay over for 2 weeks. Annoying that my brother would have to sleep in my room but hey, the more the merrierrr so i'm fine with that. No wait, that came out wrong. The "merrier" part was a comment on my uncle and aunt arriving, not my brother sleeping in.
So that weekend's going to be fun and after that, I'm maybe going out again for another shopping trip with Oon Him. But I mean woah, these shopping trips are going to cost me ahem, and let's just say I haven't been exactly saving up lately. And on top of that, I've got birthday gifts to buy, school supplies, etc. etc. A nice (but going to be very expensive) scrapbook for my photos?
So then after that monday, (btw I miss ANOTHER ToK double lesson which I'm pretty happy about) then it's the usual school days, blabla which I'm sure I can handle because after that it's just 2 more weeks of school and I'm off. FOR SUMMERRR! Then again, there is no summer holiday for the year 12s this year. This summer holiday really just translates into:
- Off the normal school days so I can go back to my sleep late/wake late hours
- A month and a half of really, no holiday.
- WORK. WORK. WORK.
- MORE WORK?
Yeah, it's pretty pathetic but I'm definitely not going to spend all one and a half month working. That's, insane. It's a summer holiday, I'm going to go relax on my france trip and then maybe when I get back, I will spend at least 3 days, working, ALL day. The probability of that happening really is near impossible since I know my procrastination habits are going to kick in but hey, no harm trying.
So once I'm off from school, a few days later I'm off to Franceee! I'm so stoked I can't wait to take loads of photos, shop, practice my limited French speaking skills there? Best bits, I'm going off alone. Sometimes I just get this feeling my rents are shipping me off there for 2 weeks so that I can learn to be more independent and prepare me for next year's university life and I have to admit, I'm not exactly the most independent person in the world. I mean, I can't cook, wash clothes, yerr. But anyway, back to France. So I think I'm going to Paris and parts of Southern France like Nice? I'm not too sure of how the one week of sightseeing is going to go but I'm sure I'll have a hell of a time shopping there, taking photos. I might even just pick up more French, ah hah.
So that's basically how my wonderful life is planned out so far, pretttyyy exciting and something to look forward to. Really, that's most of my motivation now to get through with these remaining 3 weeks, it's that. And the shopping, even though I'm going to be blowing cash which I really should try and control. And then I just remembered, report grades. Well, I'm not as freaked out about it this semester because I think I will do fine even though I didn't manage to get my 36. I'm sure it will be way better than the other terms but hey, no getting my hopes up too high but that's no big deal. Sort of.
So that's about it, my update on my looking-quite-bright life so far. And I forgot to add, the year 11s and 8s are off this entire week so that's another bonus, I mean, wheeww way less crowded and noisy in the canteens in the morning, I can type away in peace.
But anyway, my school day's going to be short today, just got to bear with 3 hours of class and I'm off. So laterrrss.
Sunday 29 May 2011
It's been quite a few days since I last blogged, mainly because I was busy with work and my after school stuff. And chilling a little bit, after the exams.
So on friday I was out pretty much the whole day and tbh, it wasn't bad. The frees I had on friday was probably by far the most ridiculous so far. Never did I ever expect that that's how I spent my frees. So here we go. Joycelyn, Kitty, Vivien and I decided to go to MOS the usual and when we got there we ate some noodles at 7 eleven, still normal. Then here comes the very interesting bit. After that we decided to split for awhile because Kitty and Vivien needed to go shopping for food and drinks at Wellcome while Joycelyn and I wanted to go shopping at Maple. I needed to buy my lost ring back. I mean woaahh, the last thing you'd ever expect to do in a boring mall like MOS is shopping, for food and stuff.
So we split and Joycelyn and I spent a good 15, 20 minutes just looking at rings and ended up spending $105 on 2 rings each. Of course I bought my lost ring back plus another ring which were yellow specs. I blame Vivien for passing me her 12.5% discount card at Maple, big temptation.
So after that we went to Wellcome, walking down aisle by aisle looking for Kitty and Vivien before finally deciding to call them since we couldn't find them. And then of course we ended up getting them to buy more stuff like packet drinks and another tube of gummy candies but gee, it was pretty funny. I mean, 4 17 year olds pushing a trolley around Wellcome during the granny shopping hour, grabbing food, chips, drinks, antiseptic tissues?
Then they checked out and paid for their stuff and by then, it was time for us to get back to school. So we got through the last 2 classes and usually after that I could leave but that friday afternoon, we had the ART HK 11 exhibition we had to attend, all the way in Wan Chai which is like friggin' far away from school and home. I have to say, the trip there was sorta worth it though because that exhibition was huge and I don't think I even finished seeing all of the artworks but woah, 3 hours of walking around with the crowds, in flat sandals is more than enough for me.
I really liked mostly the artists from Sydney, oddly enough and I even bought the catalogue for $150 which really wasn't that pricey. The funny thing was, there was this artwork in this exhibit with shirts lying on the floor saying "Where is Ai Wei Wei" and apparently we could take it for free. So Michelle and I each took one and hey, that's going to be my new PJs. I like the humour in the shirt. But yeah, there was so much to see and it was actually really exciting and fun though I mean people, there are some people who are trying to take photos and it would be very much appreciated if you peeps could just step back and not stand right in front of the artwork. So I spent 3 hours there, taking loads of shots with Michelle before leaving at around 5.
Then hell started. We were lost in the building for 15 minutes trying to find the exits to the MTR station and Ferry terminal and finally, after going up and down the escalator, we finally found it. By then my feet were already literally, hurting and aching from all the walking I did all day and gosh, it was a looonnng, tiring, blazing hot, walk back to the MTR station. It didn't end there because when I was trying to board the train to Admiralty, it was friggin packed. Like literally, my personal space bubble was invaded pretty bad but it was just 2 stations so it was still bearable. Then when the train got to Admiralty station, I knew there was going to be a war to get to the other side of the station.
I was right. It was a war. I mean, woahhh a hoard of people were running (walking, but Hong Kong speed for me, running.) to the other side and it was packed. I had to stand throughout the whole train ride (trying standing with two weights on your shoulders, one side, all the catalogues and art books and then the camera and my usual school bag on the other) and I could only get a seat at I think, Mong Kok Station. Wheew my feet were dying so I was glad I could finally sit down.
When I got home, I had another surprise. I received a mail, from UCA. They actually mailed me the 2012 Prospectus for real so I was like, woooahhhhh and got all excited that I ended up flipping through it all night. Sounds stupid but considering that that school will be one of my choices for university, I was pretty stoked.
So that was about it really for friday. And then on Saturday I spend one third of my day on a chair in the hair salon getting my hair done. My bottoms were numb and I needed to go to the washroom badly by the end of it but it was definitely worth it because my hair looks amazzinggg. I mean, Pinky, my new personal hair stylist, wow, she's amazing. I got it curled and loving it. No more plain, normal small potato with the boring flat, normal hair cos now, it's looking fieerrcceee. Pinky didn't even cut off as much as my mom wanted her too either which made me very happy although i suppose she could've cut off more I wouldn't mind but, I'm still loving my new hairdo.
Anyway I got to run now, lunch with grams and relatives so TTFN.
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Tuesday 24 May 2011
So here I am plowing through my ToK Essay, or at least trying to but just 15 minutes into it and I'm already feeling the pain. Here I am stuck on the 10 deadly fallacies which I have no intention of going over tonight. I'm still weighing up my decisions on whether I should keep trying to work on the essay or to leave it to tomorrow. It's going to be pretty risky and I might just be kicking myself in the butt tomorrow for leaving my ToK essay to be done in a night but I really have zero motivation to finish it tonight. Then again, I think I've lost all my motivation to do anything related to school ever since I finished my exams.
Anyway, I'm going to go on with my usual rants.
My Favourite Time of the Day
Of course this depends on what day it is - holiday, weekend or school day but I suppose in general, it would have to be sleeping. For holidays and weekends it'd usually be from 12 to 11 the next day but on school days it would be 11 to 6:30 (Notice the lack of sleep I get on school days.) The best part of sleeping is that I'm not only comfortably lying in bed and dreaming of wonderful things that can never happen in reality but I'm all cozy and warm under my blankets with the cold air conditioner in the room. I don't need to put up with the daily crap I deal with, no need to work, no need to think, just relax. And sleep. Even when I am half awake in the morning I can laze around and roll around for awhile, before finally getting out of bed.
In fact, I think my bed (or maybe my room) is my favourite or really, only place that I can I suppose, chill. The dining room is where I work late on homework and really most of the time when I'm downstairs, I'm busy working my ass off to finish an assignment in time. And then there would be those times when people just annoy the hell out of you. As if things aren't bad enough. When I'm in my room, I can watch my TV, read my books, magazines, no need to have to be stuck in between all the conflict going on downstairs, or next doors and yeah, it's generally between my rents and my brother. I'll always be miserable Switzerland stuck in the middle of the fight. And then ending up being the damn punching bag too. So in my room, I can hide from all of that. Till one of them comes in that is.
My other favourite time of the day I guess would be when I'm in the shower, taking my long hot bath for, at least half an hour? So refreshing and I can just take my own time in there, mostly where I do my thinking actually. And again, I can get away from all the stuff going on which I don't wish to hear or be part of. And, I get to feel squeaky clean after the shower which is always a good feeling.
So people, the two possibly most annoying things that you can do to piss me off (which sadly, my rents do happen to do sometimes which annoys the hell out of me) is 1) drag me out of bed early and 2) rush me when I'm in the shower. Those are my two very important times of the day for my resting and relaxing so don't I guess "cut it short" because any of those two things would make me a very, very unhappy grumpy, cranky person. Those are the only two times of the day where I have time to myself to cut myself off from reality and just hide in this little fantasy world in my head where I don't have to face all the other stuff I deal with everyday.
And I have to end my rant there because I'm going up to bed. I'm going to work hard tomorrow and finish that ToK essay, no more slacking. Well, I can't procrastinate anymore tomorrow anyway.
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Early morning and I'm in psychology class, being a bum really.
I just found out this morning, like wooahh it's exactly a month of school left before the last day of school and then we would head off for the summer holidays. I mean, wow that is quick. In a way I'm so pumped because I'm heading off to Paris and Southern France (I think?) in summer but then again, I mean, it's
no holiday for Year 12.
Already right now I'm counting EEs, ToK Essay and possibly Art? Oh, and possibly the World Literature essays from English. That's,
alot. Well, my summer this year is sure looking cheery. It's going to be even more
cheery when we get back and straight back into all the work again. But wow, this year has flown by so fast I mean it's amazing, in a bad way. Only 10 months ago I was starting my senior high school years and now, it's already ending and I'm moving onto year 13. The last, and most
hellish (if that's even a word) year of all my IB years. I can't imagine how I'm going to survive next year considering that I'm already working late each night, stressing out on work and exams, tests, IAs. The exams are probably going to be the biggest of my worries next year I mean, no joke. It's for real.
But then of course there is always the bright side of things. This year went by fast, I believe next year would go by even faster considering the fact that the work load is going to triple, at least Art is anyway. Before I know it, I'm going to be graduating from high school and be done with the IB program. I mean yeah I can't wait for IB to end and then all the partying and shopping and chilling but on the other hand, I'm going to miss high school. I mean as much as I love and can't
wait to go to University and have a life of my own in god knows where, but then, I suppose I'd always miss the people here and stuff. And shopping, cheap shopping. One thing I know I won't miss for sure is the pollution, the horrible crowds and rude people in the market.
So anyway, I'm just going to plow through the soon to due ToK essay, psychology IA and the remaining one month of hell and then, chill during the summer holidays for awhile. So looks like it's going to be a pretty hectic, painful remaining one month.
Btw, I
never did
any work yesterday. I opened my ToK Essay and did not even look at the file. Brilliant.
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Monday 23 May 2011
Just got back from the SLCs an hour and a half ago. I think I'll must get some work done today but for now, I'm going to go on with my daily rant.
The Best and Worst Dreams I Ever Had
Let's begin with the best.
Hands down, the dream with Ian Somerhalder and Paul Welsey in it. I am not joking, I met the two of them in my dream like, a personal interview kind of meet. We were talking face to face (mostly with Ian Somerhalder) and he was making these funny, typical Damon liked behaviour comments. Literally, I was on one seat and he was on another and we were talking. It was so real I swear I did not even want it to end and even when I woke up, I was just thinking "wow, that was amazing". Even more amazing was I remembered every little detail. That, I mean, I just felt so wonderful that I got to see and talk to them in person, I don't care whether it was a dream. It seemed real enough.
I don't quite remember any of the others in such detail but there were some other good ones. For example, me meeting supposedly I'm guessing, that perfect guy on this hill filled with yellow daisies. I never got to see his face sadly. Oh and I still remember, there was another where I was some vampire (I suppose way too obsessed with TVD?) along with my other family members and my dad and uncle were supposedly one of the "best" and we battled against other monsters. As much as it sounds like some fantasy online game, my inner gamer geek was pretty, woahed.
And then there was the horrible nightmarish dreams that I wanted to get out of so bad. Most of the time my "force open my eyes" technique would work in the dream but at crucial times, it'd fail me.
One of the worst dreams nightmares I had were the ones involving me, dying over and over again. Yep, try having a nightmare you could not get out of with you dying over and over and over again. I mean, I tried every way of dying possible - getting stabbed multiple times in the gut and hand by my own brother and other strangers, getting run over by the car and a huge jet plane, getting bombed, getting shot, getting sliced in half by lasers. Creepy. And as if the mental torture was not enough, I had to feel the physical pain of it as well, brilliant. So basically, I had to feel and see myself die over and over with no escape.
Then there was the other dream where I was bitten by a snake on my ankle and damn, did it hurt like a bitch. I can't describe the pain but it was piercing and just, horrible. And then there was another where I believe I was being chased down by some serial killer known as "Uncle Snip Snip"? I'm guessing he had a large pair of scissors that you'd use to trim the overgrown grass in your backyard. Not cool. I remember waking up and still seeing the image of him fade in a corner. Shivers.
And then of course, there is the classic one I've had when I was like 7. Which, btw, no one believes me up till today, not even my own parents. Thanks mom and dad for asking me to go back to my room and sleep when I came running over, terrified. Laugh all you want but the nightmare was that the wall (ceiling, really) was talking to me. It's funny now when you think about it yes, but hey when you wake up in the middle of the night seeing a bluish purple (I still remember yes) face on the ceiling talking to you, that was about as horrible as a nightmare can get to scare the shit out of you. I never understood what the ceiling was saying but gee, it was freaky. At least it wasn't like the dreams where I got killed over and over because this one never happened again. So far.
Then there is the plain weird and oddly fun dreams that just make you go "what the hell?" when you wake up.
This dream was as close to me being like those spies I watch in movies, as it could get. I was, a wanted fugitive. It may sound oddly scary but gee, it was pretty entertaining. Apparently my partner and I were supposed to rob this bank but I killed a cop in the process (Skills people, skills.) so I had to go to prison. On the way there, my dad broke me out of the prison van and we escaped. The entire family had to run away in our Honda Odyssey and just as we were about to pass a toll booth, we stopped by a convenience store to get some food and top up on gas. Sounding like a spy/wanted fugitive movie yet? And then, that was when we found out we did not have enough cash because my dad's credit card was frozen. So, my grandmother had to pay 300RMB (RMB? RMB?) which apparently, was lesser than what we actually had to pay. Then we got to this fancy high class hotel where we broke into this famous rich dude's room. We took a shower in the two bathrooms and then went down to the reception to tell them how we were one of the dude's friends and needed to wait for him. The hotel offered us, a suite. That's right, they offered a wanted fugitive and her family a suite.
"Even though he said no, I still insisted" the hotel manager said. We got into our suite and wooahh, 8 beds with 2 bathrooms. Weirdest thing was, it was free. We did not had to pay and when I asked my mom who was going to settle the bills. She told me one of my dad's friends in UK. And then I asked who was going to pay him back and my mom told me my dad would. Very, very odd but hey, I enjoyed the whole spy kinda twisted kinda wanted fugitive escape like those in the movies.
Then there were some other comical dreams like my floating around on top of a pillow (I'm guessing it was supposed to be the flying carpet?) and me gliding down electrical power wires killing people by running them over with buses. But well, I enjoyed them. Odd, but strangely exhilarating.
So that's all for now. Till later.
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Sunday 22 May 2011
I'm going to continue on with my rants since it's only 9:55pm now and I'm feeling bored and alone in the dining room. So here I am listening to my Maroon 5 and just chilling. I get to sleep late tonight since tomorrow's school's been cancelled (though I have to be in school for an hour for those damn SLCs) and my dad's out playing soccer, in the rain, till 11:00, at least. So, well, I'm alone for now.
I believe I was not really done with my previous rant. I haven't even talked about Pirates of the Caribbean which was, sooo good. I'm actually happier now that Keira Knightly and Orlando Bloom are not in the movie because that way, there is much more camera time on Johnny Depp. Captain Jack Sparrow. Throughout the entire movie, I was laughing and it was equally entertaining as much as it was full of action and all the fighting. Caution: Spoiler ahead!
"Are you Jack Sparrow?" "I believe there is a Captain in there somewhere"
If only I remembered my school work as easy as I remember movie lines. All I have to do is watch a trailer once and I can remember Johnny Depp's amusing lines. Here's another.
"I still hate that monkey"
"Why is the Black Pearl in a bottle?"
Johnny Depp was as usual, amazing. As for the other characters, I did not really care for them too much, I mean they're really just, there. The teaming up between Jack and Barbossa was pretty entertaining too. But yes, I enjoyed the movie entirely, more than the popcorn in fact, which was sweet. I can't believe they did not have any salty pop corn. Those damn popcorn seeds were getting in my way while I was eating and watching and trying to hold up my 3D glasses which were a very big problem as they kept slipping off my glasses. Only when I got too fed up with it, 15 minutes into the movie I decided to switch to the old ones we got last year in Christmas from the cinema - problem solved. Then I could finally enjoy my movie without having to hold up my 3D glasses.
So yes, yesterday's Saturday definitely makes my list of one of the top 10 best weekends I've had. Like I said before, Johnny Depp in the morning and Maroon 5 at night. It just couldn't get any better. Not to mention, great shots of the concert and Adam Levine in particular. And if you still haven't guessed who is on my desktop wallpaper, it's a shot of Adam Levine singing on stage last night. One hand clutching onto the microphone and the other onto the microphone stand. Yes I'm still dreaming.
Another happy night of sleep for me tonight. The rain's a plus too. Nice and cozy.
Anyway, I think I should be heading up to my room now to watch some TV just like any other night.
I just went for my Maroon 5 concert last night with Taryn and it was a blast.
Honestly, I've always been wanting to go but because the tickets (best seats that is) were $780, I decided to wait to see if anyone would sell their tickets online last minute. Usually those tickets are sold at a huge discount and, I am not going to repeat my mistakes with the Hurts concert I missed because of the damn exams.
By Friday night I had sort of given up hope on going since the tickets were still being sold for at least $700. And then, let me just say yesterday, was probably the most amazing Saturday I have ever had in a long time. I woke up at about 9 to catch Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides in the cinemas (JOHNNY DEPP IN 3D!) and never did I expect the first thing my dad said to me when I was down was, "They are selling Maroon 5 tickets 2 for $800, are you interested?" Hell yeah I was. We rang the people up and apparently, it was in block 15, Row A seats 10 and 11, very, very good seats. In fact, it's seated in the best seats area. So yep, first person I rang was my concert buddy Taryn who called me back about 20 minutes later telling me she could make it. And then my dad called to confirm the tickets.
Oh my god. I mean. I just bought Maroon 5, tickets, on the day itself. Row A seats. I was literally screaming and jumping up and down on the spot. I mean, not only was I going to watch Pirates of the Caribbean (which I've been dying to ever since I heard about the fourth part) but I'm going, to watch, Maroon 5. Row A. Live. That night.
Last night was a blast. I mean the seats were great because we were seated (no more standing concerts after that experience at MGMT) and we were in the front. We brought our big cameras to take loads of photos, only to find out it was not allowed. Unable to control our excitement, big mistake on our part to dish out our cameras immediately once we sat down and instantly this guard in front was telling us, "You can't take photos here, your cameras are too big". No, honestly, do we look like we're going to do something with those photos? Hello? It's Maroon 5. I mean, seriously? So ever since then, she was standing right in front of Taryn and I, staring at us the whole time. As if things weren't bad enough, the steward had to sit (on the steps of the stairs) right next to me.
Throughout the whole concert we managed to sneak about 100 shots, half of which were pretty sharp so I'd say we did amazing, considering that we were being watched (literally) the whole time. I believe she even told us off at least 5 times and I guess at the end she was already pretty pissed but who cares, I'm not going home without any photos on my big camera. Hee, guess who's on my desktop wallpaper now.
Taryn and I were basically screaming our heads off and screaming to the lyrics, I, especially when they played my two favourite songs - Makes Me Wonder and She Will Be Loved. I literally screamed and sang along which I have never done before. They were so amazing live that words cannot even describe the hyped and awesomeness I felt. Adam was so hot, oh gee thank god Taryn and I brought our bincoulars (Yes, you did not read that wrong. Binoculars) so that we could get a closer look at the band which came in very very handy because most of the time, we were using it to get a much closer view. Adam, so hot.
And dammmnn those lucky bitches who got Adam's bottle (right after he drank from it) and the drummer's drum sticks at the end of the show. Somehow, I regretted not taking the standing area but then again, me a midget against a bunch of trees - there is no match. And last night, unlike MGMT we watched the entire show before leaving, afterall, it was a Saturday night. Only when we were queuing to collect Taryn's bag from the "locker" did we realise we screamed so much our throats were hurting pretty bad. I mean when we talked parts of our words would go off tune and honestly, we thought right there, "Oh shit, we're losing our voices" but hey, it was all worth it. Got home at around 12 and showered and went to bed at 1:30am. Went to bed happy and very satisfied.
I am a very, very, happy individual even though I have quite a lot of work waiting for me in a corner. I think I'm going to just keep all that concert spirit kinda mood in my head now. Gosh, last night was beyond amazing.
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