I haven't been doing much lately. I eat, sleep, go to school and socialise. I work (as in at my job) too, occassionally. But I can't even blame my lack of doing anything on school and how busy it's kept me lately. I've neglected all school work ever since PY (which gave me a false sense of holiday spirit), coming home everyday and doing jack all. Consequently, I have a minimum of 1 book to read, 1 (boring!) movie to watch and 15 maths excercises to do these holidays. Brilliant XD I feel I have to do something! I mean, even if I'm not catching up on work, I need to do something to keep me preoccupied. It's ridiculous. I wait on msn hoping someone will entertain me. And when that doesn't occur, I consider sleeping. At 8:34pm! What has gotten into me?
Oh well. One day left. And then I won't feel guilty doing jack all (and shopping HEAPS yieww!)
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Sex & the City
Warning: the following content may contain spoilers. Read no further if you are a die-hard Sex & the City fan and wish to find out the details of the movie for yourself.
Last night I went to see the Sex & the City movie. Let it be known that I have never watched a full 15 minutes of the show and, just yesterday, established that it is indeed "Sex and the City" and not "Sex in the City". Furthermore, I highly dislike Sarah Jessica Parker and concluded she was a terrible actress from watching The Family Stone, however came to a slight appreciation of her role in Sex & the City.
The movie was a fairly good and enjoyable chick-flick, but having said that, it was also rather predictable. It came to a point towards the end of the film, where it could have ended perfectly and still have been a 'feel-good' ending - Carrey remaining single, unmarried and still happy - but no. Ofcourse it must end as all chick-flicks do. With Carrey reuniting with "Big" (I so didn't get that...) and having a simple wedding as she had first planned. Something right for the two of them. Because they are right, no, perfect for eachother. This meant that only one character was left single at the end of the film (Samantha) but as she was not the main focus of the movie, it didn't have much of a affect on the audience.
While I enjoyed the movie (but not when I stacked it up the stairs when it ended, resulting in a now throbbing knee), I'm starting to hate predictable plots and happy endings. But from watcing the previews (the best part about going to the movies, ofcourse) I'm excited to see Get Smart and Benjamin Button :)
Last night I went to see the Sex & the City movie. Let it be known that I have never watched a full 15 minutes of the show and, just yesterday, established that it is indeed "Sex and the City" and not "Sex in the City". Furthermore, I highly dislike Sarah Jessica Parker and concluded she was a terrible actress from watching The Family Stone, however came to a slight appreciation of her role in Sex & the City.
The movie was a fairly good and enjoyable chick-flick, but having said that, it was also rather predictable. It came to a point towards the end of the film, where it could have ended perfectly and still have been a 'feel-good' ending - Carrey remaining single, unmarried and still happy - but no. Ofcourse it must end as all chick-flicks do. With Carrey reuniting with "Big" (I so didn't get that...) and having a simple wedding as she had first planned. Something right for the two of them. Because they are right, no, perfect for eachother. This meant that only one character was left single at the end of the film (Samantha) but as she was not the main focus of the movie, it didn't have much of a affect on the audience.
While I enjoyed the movie (but not when I stacked it up the stairs when it ended, resulting in a now throbbing knee), I'm starting to hate predictable plots and happy endings. But from watcing the previews (the best part about going to the movies, ofcourse) I'm excited to see Get Smart and Benjamin Button :)
Friday, June 13, 2008
A week later and I still haven't properly caught up on sleep. I haven't been in a "maths mood" for a while now so I started off by reading the Twilight Series (everyone's raving, I had to check them out. Only just started, but nothing can ever replace Harry Potter in my heart) during maths today but even that I couldn't manage doing without my eyelids drooping so I ended up sleeping away the period, taking advantage of the fact that we had a sub today.
On Wednesday however I happened to have my favourite day of the cycle which occurs every week B. English, Legal and a half, double "study", maths, and free (ie. go home early!). So a total of 3.5 lessons. This by itself is an awesome deal, however this Wednesday also happenned to be Photo Day. A day when every girl replaces her usual 2 inch think pancaked make-up for 3 inches of it. A day when the teachers take the opportunity to tell these girls that they should revert back to their usual 2 inch pancaked face because they apparently look "orange" (I spose some of them actually do, but those weren't the people given face wipes to remove their makeup...) and don't know how to match their foundation to their skin colour properly. A day when the teachers say there are no exceptions to the rules, BUT that if you're going to where makeup you should at least where the right colour. A day when the deputy says that too much makeup will affect our leadership skills. A day of stress over bad hair days and blotchy skin. A day of superficiality. (God, I hate my school). I had year group photo during period 1 (English) and consequently easily missed the whole lesson. Might I add, I was glad to have been in one of the middle rows, as opposed to 2nd top row last year, even though I really haven't shrunk. Those tears freak me out - I hate heights. We then had to vote for leaders for next year on the blue mats in the gym and after that I had Macquarie Cup photo. Next we headed off to College Hall for individual photos. Waiting in a line for half an hour without it moving an inch was perfectly fine by me, but some fat old cow made us move to the other line (it was meant to be alphabetical gosh) which was moving at a steady pace. I didn't want to go to the remainder of Legal so I frolicked around the courtyard but ended up making an appearance for the last 10 mins anyway. So of my 3.5 period day, I had avoided 2.5 periods already. During my double free I was totally alert but then in period 5 maths (my only period of the day), the tiredness kicked in and I couldnt stay awake so resigned to sleeping in maths AGAIN. I don't understand, of my 6 period usual day, I only had 1 period and the rest of the time I could have slept but I chose to sleep during my only lesson. I so should have stayed home that day.
So I really need to get into the maths mood sometime soon because I haven't done any maths in yonks and hav stacks to do as a result of it being an ideal period to sleep in.
*****
In other news, I discovered a phenomenon called "lucid dreams" otherwise dubbed LD. These are dreams in which one is aware that they are actually only in a dream. There are two types - one where you are concious of that stage between wakefulness and sleeping, and the other where you realise the situation is too bizarre to be true and come to the conclusion that it must be a dream. If I'm not mistaken, I have had a couple of the first type and one vivid one of the latter. I'm awesome :] I decided to google this concept (I discovered it in a book I was reading and although fictitious, the author's note said the idea was real) and found out that while most people will have an LD at random (and may not even remember it), one can train themselves to be able to have one at will. I also read that when in a LD one (after some training and perseverance) can learn to control the happenings of their dream. Overwhelmed by the coolness of these dreams and amazed that I had had a few, I decided to try to train my brain to have some more. First I was told by trusty wikipedia that I should try to recall my dreams more often and that the easiest way to do this is to lie completely still once waking up (activating muscles doesn't help dream recall) and... remember. I was also told that I should practice reality checks in real life (such as trying to put your finger through your hand) and then you may decide to do this in a dream (and when your finger goes through you will become aware you are in a dream). Equipped with lots of new information swimming in my mind, as well as being in the middle of a book all about LDs must have helped when I went to bed determined to try it all out. As I lay in bed I tried putting my finger through my hand several times. No success. Obviously I was still awake...
I woke up the next morning and thought "damn it, I didn't even have a dream I can remember" but as I brushed my teeth it started coming back and I realised I had tried putting my finger through my hand and it started squirming through and the shock scared me. Unfortunately I didn't become aware that I was only in a dream.
When I woke up this morning, I tried to stay still as I desperately searched for scraps of dreams I may have had throughout the night. It didn't help that my mother was standing ontop of me, threatening to pour water on my face if I didn't get up. *sigh* But I'm working on it, I so wanna fly in my dream, apparently it's a popular choice. There are other methods used to induce an LD, including going to bed really tired, sleeping for 5 hours, waking up and recalling your dream and then sleeping again, focusing on being concious that your in a dream once you return to it. Looks like I'm never gonna be able to stay awake in maths now...
*****
While the book was awesome in that it introduced me to this phenomenon and made me want to study psychology, philosophy and neuroscience again, it surprisingly turned out to be pretty crap. I've read two other books by the author and they were awesome, so I was expecting nothing less of this book. The funny thing was, it was good throughout the book, but the resolution just confused the hell out of me. I mean, was it in a dream? Was it real? Is he in a mental institute now? It's not just that it was confusing and ambiguous, it's just like, what was the point of the damn book? What was the ending? What was the climax even? Gosh, I hate books like that. I've read two in a row now, so these stupid Twilight books better be as good as everyone makes them out to be.
On Wednesday however I happened to have my favourite day of the cycle which occurs every week B. English, Legal and a half, double "study", maths, and free (ie. go home early!). So a total of 3.5 lessons. This by itself is an awesome deal, however this Wednesday also happenned to be Photo Day. A day when every girl replaces her usual 2 inch think pancaked make-up for 3 inches of it. A day when the teachers take the opportunity to tell these girls that they should revert back to their usual 2 inch pancaked face because they apparently look "orange" (I spose some of them actually do, but those weren't the people given face wipes to remove their makeup...) and don't know how to match their foundation to their skin colour properly. A day when the teachers say there are no exceptions to the rules, BUT that if you're going to where makeup you should at least where the right colour. A day when the deputy says that too much makeup will affect our leadership skills. A day of stress over bad hair days and blotchy skin. A day of superficiality. (God, I hate my school). I had year group photo during period 1 (English) and consequently easily missed the whole lesson. Might I add, I was glad to have been in one of the middle rows, as opposed to 2nd top row last year, even though I really haven't shrunk. Those tears freak me out - I hate heights. We then had to vote for leaders for next year on the blue mats in the gym and after that I had Macquarie Cup photo. Next we headed off to College Hall for individual photos. Waiting in a line for half an hour without it moving an inch was perfectly fine by me, but some fat old cow made us move to the other line (it was meant to be alphabetical gosh) which was moving at a steady pace. I didn't want to go to the remainder of Legal so I frolicked around the courtyard but ended up making an appearance for the last 10 mins anyway. So of my 3.5 period day, I had avoided 2.5 periods already. During my double free I was totally alert but then in period 5 maths (my only period of the day), the tiredness kicked in and I couldnt stay awake so resigned to sleeping in maths AGAIN. I don't understand, of my 6 period usual day, I only had 1 period and the rest of the time I could have slept but I chose to sleep during my only lesson. I so should have stayed home that day.
So I really need to get into the maths mood sometime soon because I haven't done any maths in yonks and hav stacks to do as a result of it being an ideal period to sleep in.
*****
In other news, I discovered a phenomenon called "lucid dreams" otherwise dubbed LD. These are dreams in which one is aware that they are actually only in a dream. There are two types - one where you are concious of that stage between wakefulness and sleeping, and the other where you realise the situation is too bizarre to be true and come to the conclusion that it must be a dream. If I'm not mistaken, I have had a couple of the first type and one vivid one of the latter. I'm awesome :] I decided to google this concept (I discovered it in a book I was reading and although fictitious, the author's note said the idea was real) and found out that while most people will have an LD at random (and may not even remember it), one can train themselves to be able to have one at will. I also read that when in a LD one (after some training and perseverance) can learn to control the happenings of their dream. Overwhelmed by the coolness of these dreams and amazed that I had had a few, I decided to try to train my brain to have some more. First I was told by trusty wikipedia that I should try to recall my dreams more often and that the easiest way to do this is to lie completely still once waking up (activating muscles doesn't help dream recall) and... remember. I was also told that I should practice reality checks in real life (such as trying to put your finger through your hand) and then you may decide to do this in a dream (and when your finger goes through you will become aware you are in a dream). Equipped with lots of new information swimming in my mind, as well as being in the middle of a book all about LDs must have helped when I went to bed determined to try it all out. As I lay in bed I tried putting my finger through my hand several times. No success. Obviously I was still awake...
I woke up the next morning and thought "damn it, I didn't even have a dream I can remember" but as I brushed my teeth it started coming back and I realised I had tried putting my finger through my hand and it started squirming through and the shock scared me. Unfortunately I didn't become aware that I was only in a dream.
When I woke up this morning, I tried to stay still as I desperately searched for scraps of dreams I may have had throughout the night. It didn't help that my mother was standing ontop of me, threatening to pour water on my face if I didn't get up. *sigh* But I'm working on it, I so wanna fly in my dream, apparently it's a popular choice. There are other methods used to induce an LD, including going to bed really tired, sleeping for 5 hours, waking up and recalling your dream and then sleeping again, focusing on being concious that your in a dream once you return to it. Looks like I'm never gonna be able to stay awake in maths now...
*****
While the book was awesome in that it introduced me to this phenomenon and made me want to study psychology, philosophy and neuroscience again, it surprisingly turned out to be pretty crap. I've read two other books by the author and they were awesome, so I was expecting nothing less of this book. The funny thing was, it was good throughout the book, but the resolution just confused the hell out of me. I mean, was it in a dream? Was it real? Is he in a mental institute now? It's not just that it was confusing and ambiguous, it's just like, what was the point of the damn book? What was the ending? What was the climax even? Gosh, I hate books like that. I've read two in a row now, so these stupid Twilight books better be as good as everyone makes them out to be.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
exhausted rambles
Although I'm extremely exhausted and should probably sleep early rather than sleeping again through Maths and English tomorrow (as I did today), I am blogging. Because I'm in a pensive state and thats what I do when I think. Write my thoughts. So in advance, I apologise for disjointed sentences, grammatical errors, obvious typos and generally sentences which don't make much sense because that's what happens when I'm nodding off.
So the reason for my exhaustion is PY winter camp which I attended over the long weekend. Didn't sleep too well during camp and should have caught up on sleep last night by sleeping early, but that never happens for me. So here I am, still dead tired, writing a blog rather than sleeping. Wow, I'm smart. I'll regret it in the morning no doubt. But back to camp. Although the camp itself was pretty boring and short and there wasnt any free time and I've been to better camps, it was still good hanging out with people I only see (for the most part) every 6 months. When you only see someone that occassionally they seem so much more interesting than they really are. Or at least more interesting then the people you see everyday and consequently get bored of (no offence, really). The bush dance was a classic. And for some reason I think the best memories should always be made on swings. They are awesome. It really is possible to defy gravity and fly with no[t much] aid. Such a feeling of emancipation I never though possible. And whenever I go on a swing I feel like listening to some Snow Partrol, or that song "White Houses" by Vanessa Carlton. Hmm. Swings also make me pensive. Especially at night.
I feel like going for a walk. Or some chocolate milk. Hmm.
So seeing as I have lots of catching up to do (blogging, homework, sleep) I shall do the blogging part now so I can cross it off my mental to do list. Well, the other week I hopped off the bus early and went a visited the new library, as you do (if you're a nerd like me). It was pretty rad - 2 stories high, study rooms, a cafe, lots of computers etc (although the book selection is still pretty crap, theyve just transferred all the old stuff from the old library and are yet to buy new and exciting stuff). I walked back upto the bus stop again, not having stayed at the library too long (to my dismay - I realised they close early on the day I chose to go). The bus wasn't due for another 25 minutes so I listened to the radio on my phone (nova 96.9 'the wrong way home', because Ahkmel is hilarious) and because we had had mufti that day, I placed my country road bag ontop of my folder next to me on the bench I was sitting on. To my surprise (and excitement - it was rapidly darkening and I hate walking home in pitch black), 5 or so mintues later the bus arrived so I hurriedly picked up my bag and hopped on the bus, sitting down next to and old primary school friend an beginning to chat casually. The bus driver was still letting people on and my friend pointed down the aisle at someone and as I looked, (not having recognised the person), I thought he was holding a pizza box in his hand and delivering me a pizza for some bizarre and unknown reason. Now my eyesight isn't that bad, that was merely for a nanosecond. I realised he was holding my folder which I obviously left on the bench, forgetting (in my rush) that it was beneath my bag. I was so grateful, if he hadn't been as kind to make that small but big gesture, I would have lost a fat (and falling apart) folder full of 2 terms worth of hard work. A beloved and relied upon folder. My best and trusty friend. It amazing how much such a small gesture can affect your life. I may be melodramatic but I would have been near devastated if I had lost my folder. I may aswell have not been going to school all year [ok, clear example of a sentence which I just cannot word atm sorry, "me no speak English mais Je parle francais dan Saya ngobrol di Indonesia"]. So yes, thankyou kind man :)
On another happy note, only 2 and a half weeks till holidays and I'm pumped. Three whole glorious school-free weeks this time, yay! It's the only thing that gets me up in the morning.
OK, I think there was much more I wanted to say, but slowly I am having more and more difficulty stringing two words together without sounding like English is my 15th language (besides, if there was more I wanted to say, I can't remember it atm). So I will spare myself the humiliation and mentally check off "blogging" and "sleep" on my to do list as I lie in bed counting sheep and catching up on sleep :)
So the reason for my exhaustion is PY winter camp which I attended over the long weekend. Didn't sleep too well during camp and should have caught up on sleep last night by sleeping early, but that never happens for me. So here I am, still dead tired, writing a blog rather than sleeping. Wow, I'm smart. I'll regret it in the morning no doubt. But back to camp. Although the camp itself was pretty boring and short and there wasnt any free time and I've been to better camps, it was still good hanging out with people I only see (for the most part) every 6 months. When you only see someone that occassionally they seem so much more interesting than they really are. Or at least more interesting then the people you see everyday and consequently get bored of (no offence, really). The bush dance was a classic. And for some reason I think the best memories should always be made on swings. They are awesome. It really is possible to defy gravity and fly with no[t much] aid. Such a feeling of emancipation I never though possible. And whenever I go on a swing I feel like listening to some Snow Partrol, or that song "White Houses" by Vanessa Carlton. Hmm. Swings also make me pensive. Especially at night.
I feel like going for a walk. Or some chocolate milk. Hmm.
So seeing as I have lots of catching up to do (blogging, homework, sleep) I shall do the blogging part now so I can cross it off my mental to do list. Well, the other week I hopped off the bus early and went a visited the new library, as you do (if you're a nerd like me). It was pretty rad - 2 stories high, study rooms, a cafe, lots of computers etc (although the book selection is still pretty crap, theyve just transferred all the old stuff from the old library and are yet to buy new and exciting stuff). I walked back upto the bus stop again, not having stayed at the library too long (to my dismay - I realised they close early on the day I chose to go). The bus wasn't due for another 25 minutes so I listened to the radio on my phone (nova 96.9 'the wrong way home', because Ahkmel is hilarious) and because we had had mufti that day, I placed my country road bag ontop of my folder next to me on the bench I was sitting on. To my surprise (and excitement - it was rapidly darkening and I hate walking home in pitch black), 5 or so mintues later the bus arrived so I hurriedly picked up my bag and hopped on the bus, sitting down next to and old primary school friend an beginning to chat casually. The bus driver was still letting people on and my friend pointed down the aisle at someone and as I looked, (not having recognised the person), I thought he was holding a pizza box in his hand and delivering me a pizza for some bizarre and unknown reason. Now my eyesight isn't that bad, that was merely for a nanosecond. I realised he was holding my folder which I obviously left on the bench, forgetting (in my rush) that it was beneath my bag. I was so grateful, if he hadn't been as kind to make that small but big gesture, I would have lost a fat (and falling apart) folder full of 2 terms worth of hard work. A beloved and relied upon folder. My best and trusty friend. It amazing how much such a small gesture can affect your life. I may be melodramatic but I would have been near devastated if I had lost my folder. I may aswell have not been going to school all year [ok, clear example of a sentence which I just cannot word atm sorry, "me no speak English mais Je parle francais dan Saya ngobrol di Indonesia"]. So yes, thankyou kind man :)
On another happy note, only 2 and a half weeks till holidays and I'm pumped. Three whole glorious school-free weeks this time, yay! It's the only thing that gets me up in the morning.
OK, I think there was much more I wanted to say, but slowly I am having more and more difficulty stringing two words together without sounding like English is my 15th language (besides, if there was more I wanted to say, I can't remember it atm). So I will spare myself the humiliation and mentally check off "blogging" and "sleep" on my to do list as I lie in bed counting sheep and catching up on sleep :)
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