Oh well.
Also, I have decided to stop using this journal for good. Instead, I have decided to switch to daveorawk.livejournal.com. So update your links if you want to.
Later.
Trying to keep positive here…
So I know it is like 7 in the morning, but I don’t leave for school until 8 and I thought i’d drop by and write something. My paper today doesn’t actually start until 2, but Alison and I thought we would meet and study early. For math. Yes, mathematics.
I sort of can’t believe O levels are really here. I mean, the overdramatic people will say “We’ve been preparing for 10 years!”, but it’s really only been 2 years. Two years is still a long, loooooong time, though. So much can happen in 24 months. So much has happened. I’m sort of still in disbelief.
I’ll get over it soon, though, because in 6 days I finish and I SWEAR I will sleep like there’s no tomorrow. So anyway we finished our Chinese, Lit, Math 1, Social Studies, English, Bio and today i’m doing Math 2. Tuesday we have A Math 1, Thursday A Math 2 and Chemistry and then i’m done.
I’m actually sort of glad I got all my bad subjects out of the way. Like Biology and Social Studies. I probably did those two papers very half-assedly. However, if I had been given more time to study for them I probably A, would not have used the time very well, and B, would still have trouble remembering all my facts. I have a really bad memory when it comes to school work. Let’s just call it a selectively bad memory. Gah.
So anyways now i’m just left with Math and Chem, which is probably two of my favourite subjects. So I have 0 problems with them and BYE!
Bart: Nothing you say can upset us. We’re the MTV Generation.
Lisa: We feel neither highs nor lows.
Homer: Really? What’s it like?
Lisa: (shrugs) Meh.
So I finished my Chinese Language papers. I also finished my Chemistry Practical, but I’m happier that I finished Chinese.
It was frustrating to stare at a passage and try to read it, but losing focus and thinking about many other things instead.
Today I did my Chemistry Practical paper. It was good. I mean, I didn’t fuck anything up. None of that running-out-of-chemical Preliminary Exam rubbish. I did realise a few of my mistakes while listening to everyone talk about the paper later on. That’s so bloody annoying. I was stuck with like all these people in the holding room. There were conversations scattered around the room and I sat there listening to all these people who think that they are all that peddle their theories on why everybody’s titration values varied. Then you have others who walk around pointing their silly little fingers at people, asking them what their values for titration were, then dramatically dropping their jaws in horror when, surprise surprise, their value differed from the person in question.
Seriously? The paper is like over. You could drop it already. I totally repeated to myself the phrase I repeat whenever I get slightly annoyed by school in general: Aren’t you glad you’re graduating already?
Isn’t it weird how I had no idea that there was a need to add an equal amount of dilute nitric acid to potassium dichromate when testing for sulphur dioxide gas? It’s also weird that I say, “Are you serious?” a lot. Only I pronounce it as, “Are you sirious?”. Hahahah.
Okay, bye.
Once this infernal nightmare is over I swear I am going to start getting my “photography” organised and stuff. I think I might even go back to LiveJournal. I’m just not sure right now. I do know, however, I want to be more organised and have a place where I post (hopefully good) photographs very regularly, and I just can’t wait to do that!
Well, back to incessant worrying. My heart is beating increasingly fast. I have my Chinese papers tomorrow. God, I can’t even string together a proper sentence without adding in an English word 90% of the time. It’s hopeless. I’ll still try though. I got a few very reassuring and motivating text messages and it’s nice to know people believe that I can kick butt.
Well, I’m a Chinese re-offender, a Chemistry zombie and a Literature moron. Where as some people might have no papers this week, I have three. And you know what?
IT FUCKING SUCKS!
But I guess I can still kick butt. My exams end on the 16th of November. What about you?
OH I totatally got a “photography” “job”(hahahah) after exams, which is the coolest thing ever. Considering I’m both underage and broke, which is a lethal combination. Plus I get paid. It’s like the sweetest deal ever, I tells ya! Yay TVS
Hey, whaddya know? I have turned into one of those YouTube-videos-on-journal people. I even created a category for posts containing videos. But really. Who cares, anyway?
Today was good! Productive, semi-fun and good weather. Thank you, Sheryl. Or whoever provides us with lovely weather. I’m guessing it’s Sheryl. She has like some special connection with God that I don’t seem to have.
I must be going to hell.
I’m totally turning off my computer starting tonight. I am such a good kid, I scare even myself.
Well, l8er sk8ers bye!
Aren’t you sort of disturbed by how 70% of your junk mail contains information about obtaining Viagra? Well, you should be.
I know how that last post was sort of, um, crazy (for lack of a better term). I mean, with Hannibal Lecter and all (who I do find very interesting, even for a fictional character). I am going to keep it there, though. It’s kind of silly to put it on private now, right? Anyways if I go utterly insane one day and constantly repeat nonsensical mathematical formulas they might find something in that chunk of unstructured rubbish to save me my sorry butt.
Moving on, study study! I hope Friday and Saturday will be good. Ew, I hate Wednesdays and Thursdays. With a “fiery passion”. I suddenly really feel like curling up in a ball and dying. That, or sleeping. The latter seems to be something I’m not getting enough of even though how much I sleep is probably normal. Or abnormal, but only because it’s a little bit too much. If that makes sense.
Hahahahahahah. Yay vacation! I might be hitting up Melbourne this December. Even if it will be summer and I will probably spend more time worrying about flies than about my hair, at least I won’t pespire. At least, I hope I won’t. I mean, come on, it’s Australia! I bet pespiration only occurs in this infernal, god-forsaken country. I MEAN, MELBOURNE! It’s not going to be like if I had gone to California, but STILL. Melbourne was nice the last time I went there. Actually scratch that. Nice is probably an understatement. Let’s say… PRETTY FUCKING AWESOME! Yeah. That might cover it. I mean, aside from the climate and weather, it is also a lot more fun than this puny island we reside on.
*fingers crossed*
Okay, everything is kind of crazy now. There are a lot of things going on but somehow I have to focus while in the midst of all this crap and try to study. Where’s my motivation? Why can’t I study? Everything is kind of crazy now. It actually sucks. It’s not really right to feeeeeeeeeeeel like that or anything, considering it’s like a totally crazy and unacceptable THING. I can’t even begin to describe it but it’s kind of crazy. Crazy. Insane, you know? You know? Siao(4), you know? I feel kind of daft. Like I have my brain turning to mush every time I think about it. Every time I have even a moment alone to myself, or a moment where I do not speak, it starts to resurface in the active part of my mind and continues its deadly attack on the rest of my mushy, gooey brain. My brain is like caramel. Gooey caramel. Although it probably doesn’t taste as great. Wait, maybe it does. Maybe it’s an aquired taste. Like for Hannibal Lecter or something. I need to watch Phantom of the Opera again. That will probably calm me down. BUT WHERE IS MY DVD? WHERE THE FUCK IS IT? I REMEMBER LENDING IT to a whole bunch of people. I ultimately got it back, but WHERE IS NOw? HAVE THE MONKEYS GOT IT? The monkeys I saw in Pierce Secondary School or something while on the bus to Orchard. My bus goes past the school. 132. It’s a direct bus. I hate taking the train. It’s super duper annoying. It makes an awful sound too. Which is why my iPod is so important to me. It’s starting to break, though. It froze like twice today. I could feel the thoughts in my head again. It’s like the music helps keep everything away. but what the fuck am i listening to anyway? It’s not rock. I hate rock. It’s not pop. Well, some of it is. But most of it isn’t. It’s kind of more like Pop-rock. Like a hybrid. But i’m not too sure what “pop-rock” really is. I kind of just assumed that I listen to pop-rock because it’s not exactly Baby One More Time, but then again it isn’t like Metallica. Or whatever pop and/or rock is. No, stop laughing at my “taste” in music. I’m actually between genres now. DILEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMa. Can’t think. ITS THAT DILEMMA AGAIN. THAT DILEMMA. I think about it a lot, and I pretend to put thought into it. Truth is, I can’t force myself to make a decision. | It’s not that cool, so why should I feel bothered? | It’s the academic thing. I’m not dealing NOT DEALING NOT DEALING NOT DEALING. WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO DEAL? WAIT, OKAY. Okay. Okay. That’s good. Wait.
There we go. Much better. Did i just leave two spaces between the full stop and “much”? I guess I did. why bother edititn.g? Editifndokd. EDITING. That’s the word.
Now, i’m not going to become one of those youtube-videos-on-blog people, but I really, really think everybody should be able to enjoy this song.
I never, ever in my wildest dreams ever thought it would approach so quickly.
I guess this year everyone’s kind of been swamped with all our things that we didn’t realise how fast time was moving on.
It’s been a really long, tiring four years and as much as I whine and grumble about it, I have met so many people that I have learnt so much from, and, well, I guess I really am going to miss these people.
I won’t, however, miss certain people. I also won’t miss school, or teachers who have been picking on be over the last two days.
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
Thursday’s going to be bittersweet. I will post photos.
Not all of the Singlish belongs to me. Really, lah. Cheryl and Doreen also got contribute one, lor.
That doughnut photo is FUGGGGGG. Thanks a lot, Doreen. Really.
Today Erin and I went to see Little Miss Sunshine, which was pretty much awesome. It is the story of a uniquely dysfunctional family from Albuquerque who is brought together by the Little Miss Sunshine kids’ beauty pageant in California that the youngest daughter qualified for (by a fluke). Each character is colourful and bizzare in their own way, but the two characters who stood out the most to me were definitely the kids’ grandfather (who remains unnamed throughout the movie) and the son of the family, Dwayne.
Dwayne is extremely keen on becoming an Air Force pilot, so much so that he has taken a vow of silence and refuses to speak until he joins the air force. When his sister holds up one of those “colourblind test” things to his eye and he fails to see the letter “A”, they find out he is colourblind. He then has a nervous breakdown and goes apeshit, lashing out at his entire family and identifying each one of their problems. In a way, Dwayne is one of the characters in the movie that do not have as major a “dysfunction” as the other characters do (like his uncle, who tried to kill himself, or his dad, who was going bankrupt), so his meltdown was quite surprising. It also makes you think that it would be extremely cool to have reason to call your parents “fucking losers”. It was semi-relatable.
Anyway we studied and studied for hours and then hung out for a bit. It was quite fun.
=D
Also, for the past year or so I have been trying to figure out what genre of music it is that I like best. I was sick of listening to lots of shit that I didn’t like, but I guess today I discovered that I really enjoy “power pop” and/or “pop-punk”. I think. Well we’ll stick with that for now.
