"How do you do that?" - Danny
Anyway, nice banter in every subject besides Chem to make up for Chem being so damned boring.
The writeups are bleh, the concepts are sooo year 7, and there's no way in hell that Goh will turn out to be polite. Ie; Really boring hell.
In fact, it's probably Purgatory/Limbo. (For real? Yea.)
Also, second day of essay, ie; Two essays in a row, one per day. Heh.
And I fell asleep in the car trying to write it.
Also Nancy =.=
I explained it, and she still asks. Well, not explain. But...Jess did. Didn't she? Anyway. =.=
Hoping I get this one done on time. Ie; by today.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Simulations, simulacra, simultaneus.
"You don't know what will happen, until, it comes around and slaps you in the face."
So, I spent the better part of my afternoon feeling tired, talking to someone, and then, wondering whether I should give in a really try to do some damage to that annoying...argh.
But I won't. Not yet.
Here's what I'm thinking.
1) If I don't give in, then I'll have to bear with it
1)a) I could apologize
1)a)i) Would that stop it?
1)a) I could just be polite, smile, etc.
2) If I do give in, then what can I use to an excuse?
2)a) A lot.
So...Hm.
I suppose, it's kind of weird how they're really provoking me. It's...hm.
I wonder what I'll do. Sometimes, I should record myself, and listen to it.
Hoping I make the right choice. Also, I have a lot of English =O
(2 Essays, and an analysis as well as a moodle task I'm doing atm.)
So, I spent the better part of my afternoon feeling tired, talking to someone, and then, wondering whether I should give in a really try to do some damage to that annoying...argh.
But I won't. Not yet.
Here's what I'm thinking.
1) If I don't give in, then I'll have to bear with it
1)a) I could apologize
1)a)i) Would that stop it?
1)a) I could just be polite, smile, etc.
2) If I do give in, then what can I use to an excuse?
2)a) A lot.
So...Hm.
I suppose, it's kind of weird how they're really provoking me. It's...hm.
I wonder what I'll do. Sometimes, I should record myself, and listen to it.
Hoping I make the right choice. Also, I have a lot of English =O
(2 Essays, and an analysis as well as a moodle task I'm doing atm.)
Sunday, March 13, 2011
I wonder if anyone will read it...
“Why do you think cherry trees bloom? Once they do, their petals must fall right off.”
Walking home is always a chore. There’s the sombre cemetery, creepy and awkward to try and walk
through while whistling a jig; it’s not like the dead need to dance. “Here lies” so and so; people
remembered, but no-one remembers why.
“Who is the founding father of genetics?”
Eyes flit in annoyance, remembering today’s lecture. Who needs to know who those people are? What
they did was important. Not who they were.
They’re dead.
A date. A name. Nothing less, yet nothing more. Here a stone in quiet disrepair and neglect, another
with flowers scattered over it, silent yet screaming indifference. It is afternoon, where the sun is just
beginning to take its daily rest; casting its dull glow over the stones, lengthening their shadows.
Eagerly, I hurry my way home to escape the feelings of unease.
“A vacuum creates forgetfulness, and sooner or later, people will forget my existence”
My house is not very large; it has two bedrooms, and one small room for everything else. We don’t
need any more. It’s late into the afternoon now, and the yellow glow of the Sun has turned muddy and
sallow; orange tinged with a sickly gloom.
I’m greeted by the smell of flowers, too many for me to distinguish. One of them would be a cherry
blossom, for certain; mother has a strange attraction to them. Sneering at the ikebana on the worn
table, I notice that his picture is above it. Gritting my teeth, I walk further inside.
“Oh. You’re back?”
“Yes, mother...” I stifle a groan and move past her. “Still with the flower arrangements?”
“Don’t mock me. One day you’ll understand.” She glared at me for a moment, then went back
to silently arranging the stems, so that the spaces between the flowers were uniform, that the
arrangement, when seen from a certain angle was perfect, symmetrical, flawless.
Maybe one day I will understand her obsession with ikebana and photography.
But not today.
It’s people like her who remember who someone is, but not what they did that makes life painful.
“Art is less important than life, but what a poor life without it” – Robert Motherwell
“Dinner!”
“Alright, alright, I’m coming” grumbling, I put down my pen and resignedly walk down the stairs,
and past a picture of him.
I’ll never understand why his face is plastered to every wall, nook, cranny and recess.
Dinner on the whole is a quiet affair. One or two questions will be asked, usually of how our days
were, and other polite matters, but otherwise, we eat silently.
After that was over, it was back to more silence within the confines of my room, but I’m glad I’m not
forced to have photos of him all over my walls. There’s a sunflower on the window sill, but otherwise,
nothing of my parents’.
“Imitation is suicide” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Weeks pass but today on my journey home, I notice that my mother is at the cemetery.
She usually doesn’t go there, so why...
“...why did you leave me? I don’t know what to do... why...?” Even from my vantage point, hidden
from view by hedges, I can hear her quiet moans of pain.
Shocked, I watch for a small while, wondering why she never showed this side before...
I run the rest of the way home. But I can’t escape her sadness. Not now, not ever.
Why did he have to ruin everything?
“It is fearful to believe in someone. You may not receive what you expected. You may even be
betrayed.”
Nostalgia creeps in as I slam the doors behind me, fills the gaps of my heart as I slump against the
door, short of breath.
It makes me remember things I don’t want to.
It forces me to remember my father, before he died. The times when he truly cared, when he loved
me. When he loved us. When I could truly be myself, without a care, without a worry.
And then that night, when he left. If only I had got home earlier. Hadn’t waited around to talk to her...
“I can’t take it anymore.” That’s all the note said.
She liked to think that he was still out there, that he was coming back.
But I knew better.
One night, the call came. That he died, alone and penniless.
It was about then that she started taking to art.
Some turn to God, others to drugs, but not my mother.
“My biggest fear is “being forgotten.” So, I don’t care how tough or painful it is, I’ll bloom and
fall off again and again. So that people won’t forget me.” –The fable of the Cherry Tree.
Now, I realise why she spends her time, making new arrangements, shuffling things around, taking
photos; all the things I thought were a waste of time.
Somewhere, deep down, she forgives him.
And as foolish as it is, I can’t help but cry.
“To be forgotten is a fate worse than death.” – Anon.
(Hoping you like it. Do criticise it.)
Walking home is always a chore. There’s the sombre cemetery, creepy and awkward to try and walk
through while whistling a jig; it’s not like the dead need to dance. “Here lies” so and so; people
remembered, but no-one remembers why.
“Who is the founding father of genetics?”
Eyes flit in annoyance, remembering today’s lecture. Who needs to know who those people are? What
they did was important. Not who they were.
They’re dead.
A date. A name. Nothing less, yet nothing more. Here a stone in quiet disrepair and neglect, another
with flowers scattered over it, silent yet screaming indifference. It is afternoon, where the sun is just
beginning to take its daily rest; casting its dull glow over the stones, lengthening their shadows.
Eagerly, I hurry my way home to escape the feelings of unease.
“A vacuum creates forgetfulness, and sooner or later, people will forget my existence”
My house is not very large; it has two bedrooms, and one small room for everything else. We don’t
need any more. It’s late into the afternoon now, and the yellow glow of the Sun has turned muddy and
sallow; orange tinged with a sickly gloom.
I’m greeted by the smell of flowers, too many for me to distinguish. One of them would be a cherry
blossom, for certain; mother has a strange attraction to them. Sneering at the ikebana on the worn
table, I notice that his picture is above it. Gritting my teeth, I walk further inside.
“Oh. You’re back?”
“Yes, mother...” I stifle a groan and move past her. “Still with the flower arrangements?”
“Don’t mock me. One day you’ll understand.” She glared at me for a moment, then went back
to silently arranging the stems, so that the spaces between the flowers were uniform, that the
arrangement, when seen from a certain angle was perfect, symmetrical, flawless.
Maybe one day I will understand her obsession with ikebana and photography.
But not today.
It’s people like her who remember who someone is, but not what they did that makes life painful.
“Art is less important than life, but what a poor life without it” – Robert Motherwell
“Dinner!”
“Alright, alright, I’m coming” grumbling, I put down my pen and resignedly walk down the stairs,
and past a picture of him.
I’ll never understand why his face is plastered to every wall, nook, cranny and recess.
Dinner on the whole is a quiet affair. One or two questions will be asked, usually of how our days
were, and other polite matters, but otherwise, we eat silently.
After that was over, it was back to more silence within the confines of my room, but I’m glad I’m not
forced to have photos of him all over my walls. There’s a sunflower on the window sill, but otherwise,
nothing of my parents’.
“Imitation is suicide” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Weeks pass but today on my journey home, I notice that my mother is at the cemetery.
She usually doesn’t go there, so why...
“...why did you leave me? I don’t know what to do... why...?” Even from my vantage point, hidden
from view by hedges, I can hear her quiet moans of pain.
Shocked, I watch for a small while, wondering why she never showed this side before...
I run the rest of the way home. But I can’t escape her sadness. Not now, not ever.
Why did he have to ruin everything?
“It is fearful to believe in someone. You may not receive what you expected. You may even be
betrayed.”
Nostalgia creeps in as I slam the doors behind me, fills the gaps of my heart as I slump against the
door, short of breath.
It makes me remember things I don’t want to.
It forces me to remember my father, before he died. The times when he truly cared, when he loved
me. When he loved us. When I could truly be myself, without a care, without a worry.
And then that night, when he left. If only I had got home earlier. Hadn’t waited around to talk to her...
“I can’t take it anymore.” That’s all the note said.
She liked to think that he was still out there, that he was coming back.
But I knew better.
One night, the call came. That he died, alone and penniless.
It was about then that she started taking to art.
Some turn to God, others to drugs, but not my mother.
“My biggest fear is “being forgotten.” So, I don’t care how tough or painful it is, I’ll bloom and
fall off again and again. So that people won’t forget me.” –The fable of the Cherry Tree.
Now, I realise why she spends her time, making new arrangements, shuffling things around, taking
photos; all the things I thought were a waste of time.
Somewhere, deep down, she forgives him.
And as foolish as it is, I can’t help but cry.
“To be forgotten is a fate worse than death.” – Anon.
(Hoping you like it. Do criticise it.)
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Do you have time....
"Ideas are worth their weight in gold. Probably more. How intangible ideas are..."
As much as I'd like to write a piece everyday, I can't. Time restraints and all.
Yea, it does look like a backside, but it's cool cause of that.
Fortunately or not...well.
I have all these sticky notes. Time to use some of them...
Math practice? Well.
Besides, I'll probably finish my piece today.
EDIT: You'll find the piece on the BBulletin forums. The "Old Forum". Unedited articles and such. I'll edit it in the morning. I don't have 40-50 mins right now.
Hoping I finish editing...I should write another, hey?
As much as I'd like to write a piece everyday, I can't. Time restraints and all.
Yea, it does look like a backside, but it's cool cause of that.
Fortunately or not...well.
I have all these sticky notes. Time to use some of them...
Math practice? Well.
Besides, I'll probably finish my piece today.
EDIT: You'll find the piece on the BBulletin forums. The "Old Forum". Unedited articles and such. I'll edit it in the morning. I don't have 40-50 mins right now.
Hoping I finish editing...I should write another, hey?
Friday, March 11, 2011
"Why do you think cherry trees bloom?"
"Once they do, their petals must fall right off."
I don't think any of you are going to give me the "right" answer. So, guess away, but you probably will have to wait until I finish the piece. I suppose I shouldn't care if it's a throwaway piece, because the main point is to write SOMETHING. I suppose perhaps then, it's practice for the HSC (?)
Anyway. Got back my practice essay, and got hit with another "You're doing stuff that only a few people in the world can pull off, well." =/
In short: Failed essay because of failed structuring, the same thing that happened last year with Shakespeare. Well, it's not *really* a failure. Because now I have the excuse of handing in another on Tuesday/Wednesday which = more work for everyone. But I should get it right this time. Time to decipher the squigglies.
That's just cool. Seriously.
Anyway...Lol. I just have bio. That means a weekend of relaxation/stressing/gaming/math/English.
Sorta failed the math tests. Need to take my time, I suppose.
What's last...
Oh. Well. Plan of attack is finish Bio, do enough math to satisfy parents, and then write article/story, then rewrite essay, keeping in mind edits.
Microscopes are...I don't like them. I swear my headache today was just because of them. Grr.
Or maybe that and a combo of hairspray in the air =(
I think a few people by the end of the day looked something like that. Or at least, what's what they all reminded me of. And/or just Alysha.
Anyway, enough foolery. Time to actually waste time.
Neku.
Hoping you have a wonderful day. No? Why do they bloom...
I don't think any of you are going to give me the "right" answer. So, guess away, but you probably will have to wait until I finish the piece. I suppose I shouldn't care if it's a throwaway piece, because the main point is to write SOMETHING. I suppose perhaps then, it's practice for the HSC (?)
Anyway. Got back my practice essay, and got hit with another "You're doing stuff that only a few people in the world can pull off, well." =/
In short: Failed essay because of failed structuring, the same thing that happened last year with Shakespeare. Well, it's not *really* a failure. Because now I have the excuse of handing in another on Tuesday/Wednesday which = more work for everyone. But I should get it right this time. Time to decipher the squigglies.
That's just cool. Seriously.
Anyway...Lol. I just have bio. That means a weekend of relaxation/stressing/gaming/math/English.
Sorta failed the math tests. Need to take my time, I suppose.
What's last...
Oh. Well. Plan of attack is finish Bio, do enough math to satisfy parents, and then write article/story, then rewrite essay, keeping in mind edits.
Microscopes are...I don't like them. I swear my headache today was just because of them. Grr.
Or maybe that and a combo of hairspray in the air =(
I think a few people by the end of the day looked something like that. Or at least, what's what they all reminded me of. And/or just Alysha.
Anyway, enough foolery. Time to actually waste time.
Neku.
Hoping you have a wonderful day. No? Why do they bloom...
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Creative Writing = 11
"That's ridiculous"
Ok, I'm done being sad about it.
Upon asking *why* I got the mark, he told me that it's cause I'm dealing with a really really really hard topic and that no-one in the world would be able to write about it.
Also because it's really objective and makes me sound like a "boy"
That is; too objective, not subjective. In other words, "try not to put in the analysis stuffs".
But there's always a solution to everything. And while my potential maximum for my 1/2 year this year is now 96, I don't care. I just need to get better for the HSC.
And the remedy? "Read more, write more, and your creative writing will improve. It's like I said jokingly...if you read enough Shakespeare, you'll start to sprout."
So...Looks like I'll try and make up a creative piece every week, and shove it into the Baulko Bulletin. Cause that's where these things go...right?
Kram's so gonna kill me, isn't he?
Apart from that, somewhat sad, but I can't stay sad for long. Not during breaktimes anyway.
Neku.
Hoping I do better next time, and/or get there.
Ok, I'm done being sad about it.
Upon asking *why* I got the mark, he told me that it's cause I'm dealing with a really really really hard topic and that no-one in the world would be able to write about it.
Also because it's really objective and makes me sound like a "boy"
That is; too objective, not subjective. In other words, "try not to put in the analysis stuffs".
But there's always a solution to everything. And while my potential maximum for my 1/2 year this year is now 96, I don't care. I just need to get better for the HSC.
And the remedy? "Read more, write more, and your creative writing will improve. It's like I said jokingly...if you read enough Shakespeare, you'll start to sprout."
So...Looks like I'll try and make up a creative piece every week, and shove it into the Baulko Bulletin. Cause that's where these things go...right?
Kram's so gonna kill me, isn't he?
Apart from that, somewhat sad, but I can't stay sad for long. Not during breaktimes anyway.
Neku.
Hoping I do better next time, and/or get there.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Another day of sport...
"Ah, screw it. No time."
I really don't feel like posting much today. I just want to do work.
Anyhow, that's the steamshippe thingummy done.
And...hm. It's going to be a while, isn't it...
Things to look forward to: Nothing
I wonder...
Anyway, it's the Schnitzel Man!
You seriously can't beat that.
Hoping that swimming isn't that much of a drag tomorrow.
I really don't feel like posting much today. I just want to do work.
Anyhow, that's the steamshippe thingummy done.
And...hm. It's going to be a while, isn't it...
Things to look forward to: Nothing
I wonder...
Anyway, it's the Schnitzel Man!
You seriously can't beat that.
Hoping that swimming isn't that much of a drag tomorrow.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Lots. And Lots. And Lots. Of Optional Work.
"The bureaucracy of the "Unknown Citizen"'s society is shown in..."
Anyway, cause none of you are doing Auden, and will be reading this, I won't bother.
So much optional stuff to do.
1. Study (Cause I'm feeling that I'm falling behind.)
2. Deus Ex/DOOM/DoomRL/Dwarf Fortress/Chess (Yea. Whatever.)
3. Gardening
4. Article writing
5. Folding (Probably not that much. I mean, it's lengthy and tedious sometimes.)
6. Clarinet
I think I'll just... finish Deus Ex on the weekend, and then play all that other stuff later. Article writing seems fun. Gardening, not. Study...hm. Textbooks to read. But I don't know.
Yea, that's about it.
Neku.
Hoping I don't fall behind.
Anyway, cause none of you are doing Auden, and will be reading this, I won't bother.
So much optional stuff to do.
1. Study (Cause I'm feeling that I'm falling behind.)
2. Deus Ex/DOOM/DoomRL/Dwarf Fortress/Chess (Yea. Whatever.)
3. Gardening
4. Article writing
5. Folding (Probably not that much. I mean, it's lengthy and tedious sometimes.)
6. Clarinet
I think I'll just... finish Deus Ex on the weekend, and then play all that other stuff later. Article writing seems fun. Gardening, not. Study...hm. Textbooks to read. But I don't know.
Yea, that's about it.
Neku.
Hoping I don't fall behind.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Tell me why.
"Similarly..."
1. Need to make this short, have physics, bio, english to do, and then extra "optional" stuffs. The actual work I need to finish within 2 hours.
2. The name of the game is Essay Writing, and I have affirmation from teach that you are meant to use "I" once or twice to "personalise" the essay; that is, so that they don't think you're plagiarising. "That said, you've probably used it too early."
3. I think that's probably it.
Neku.
(In your face. Outta mine.)
Hoping I get my work done.
1. Need to make this short, have physics, bio, english to do, and then extra "optional" stuffs. The actual work I need to finish within 2 hours.
2. The name of the game is Essay Writing, and I have affirmation from teach that you are meant to use "I" once or twice to "personalise" the essay; that is, so that they don't think you're plagiarising. "That said, you've probably used it too early."
3. I think that's probably it.
Neku.
(In your face. Outta mine.)
Hoping I get my work done.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Someone tell me why...
"Just an ogre who cries~"
Ok. I've finished my practice essay, JM. So there. And it's only 12:14, but my mother is bugging me to do math =/
Which I'll get to in a second, just you wait.
What's my problem? Being too verbose. I've got a 1033 words essay, 4 texts, 5 paragraphs, and I need to cut it down to at least 900 or so. And it's 4 texts.
Kram tells me that I should cut context, but I don't really know, it's a part of meaning, therefore....
And then...well. If only I could bend the rules a little and have 2 body paragraphs instead of three, but I think that might just be cheating a bit TOO much.
Guess I'll have to ask someone who really knows. Pity I can't really discuss English that much with too many people without getting weird looks.
Also, new word: Synchronosis. Like Synthesis and Synchronise all in one. It's pretty cool.
And...carry over from Bio Excursion:
"Why don't we just catch the ducks and eat them? =.="
Neku.
Hoping I can figure out what to cut.
Ok. I've finished my practice essay, JM. So there. And it's only 12:14, but my mother is bugging me to do math =/
Which I'll get to in a second, just you wait.
What's my problem? Being too verbose. I've got a 1033 words essay, 4 texts, 5 paragraphs, and I need to cut it down to at least 900 or so. And it's 4 texts.
Kram tells me that I should cut context, but I don't really know, it's a part of meaning, therefore....
And then...well. If only I could bend the rules a little and have 2 body paragraphs instead of three, but I think that might just be cheating a bit TOO much.
Guess I'll have to ask someone who really knows. Pity I can't really discuss English that much with too many people without getting weird looks.
Also, new word: Synchronosis. Like Synthesis and Synchronise all in one. It's pretty cool.
And...carry over from Bio Excursion:
"Why don't we just catch the ducks and eat them? =.="
Neku.
Hoping I can figure out what to cut.
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