Sunday, June 27, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
zed zed zed zed zed zed
Sleeping is good. Just this morning, I slept until 11:15, woke up, caught bus at 12 and started uni. I love my "uni life". Was good, but how will I manage a proper full time schedule as of next semester. I had to wake up at 7 yesterday. So I woke up at 7. This was followed by another 15 minutes of lying in bed half awake. This consists of lying in the foetal position with my head on the corner of my pillow and the blanket brushed aside. This then leads to one arm and leg hanging off the bed for another minute or so. Until finally I drag myself out of bed.
Sleeping is good. But, for me, sleeping on the bus is another story. I have this paranoia of missing my stop. I see people sleeping on the bus and waking up right before their stop...how do they do it?! I feel that would never happen to me. So this results in me doing the embarrassing sleepy head nod. The "I won't fall asleep no matter what" action in which you quickly bob your head up immediately, moments before you doze off. As much as it is embarrassing, it also causes troubles. I once caught one those new buses, and I decided to sit on the seat near the end where they are back to back (because I am conscious about people staring at the back of my head). So the bus ride progresses along, and I continue to be "awake". It then reaches a point where my head becomes out of control and too heavy. So in order to prevent it nodding away, I try and keep my head upright. BAD MOVE. Because these head nods are the inevitable. By being "smart", my head then falls backwards, knocking into something! As I suddenly jump back up in awareness, I begin to wonder. Did I hit the head bar on the seat... or was it the head behind me!? Too embarrassed to look behind, I begin to "experiment". Seeing if it's possible that my head could reach the bar or not. Too afraid to go too far, I came to the conclusion, that I possibly hit the head behind me.
So that was an unforgettable sleeping/bussing experience of mine. A few weeks after that experience, the notion still stands and I am still prone to having an experience like that, "Head nods are inevitable".
Sleeping is good. But, for me, sleeping on the bus is another story. I have this paranoia of missing my stop. I see people sleeping on the bus and waking up right before their stop...how do they do it?! I feel that would never happen to me. So this results in me doing the embarrassing sleepy head nod. The "I won't fall asleep no matter what" action in which you quickly bob your head up immediately, moments before you doze off. As much as it is embarrassing, it also causes troubles. I once caught one those new buses, and I decided to sit on the seat near the end where they are back to back (because I am conscious about people staring at the back of my head). So the bus ride progresses along, and I continue to be "awake". It then reaches a point where my head becomes out of control and too heavy. So in order to prevent it nodding away, I try and keep my head upright. BAD MOVE. Because these head nods are the inevitable. By being "smart", my head then falls backwards, knocking into something! As I suddenly jump back up in awareness, I begin to wonder. Did I hit the head bar on the seat... or was it the head behind me!? Too embarrassed to look behind, I begin to "experiment". Seeing if it's possible that my head could reach the bar or not. Too afraid to go too far, I came to the conclusion, that I possibly hit the head behind me.
So that was an unforgettable sleeping/bussing experience of mine. A few weeks after that experience, the notion still stands and I am still prone to having an experience like that, "Head nods are inevitable".
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Free Time
By tomorrow, I would be 3 chapters behind in my readings...for my only unit of this semester. Even thought this may be my only unit, there is still that chance I could fail it due to my laziness. My 10 dollars could go to a waste if I don't bother reading this text book, the only book I bought for the semester.
Speaking of reading, it reminded me of my holiday goals. Since I practically am still on holidays, I would like to see my progress thus far.
Reading a book: Well I am not spending 30-40 bucks for a book, that is a complete outrage. And I don't want to borrow it either, because I probably won't read it and I'll end up re-newing it 10 times before I finally give up...and I lost my library card.
Morning jogs: That lasted a few weeks before the hot weather and sleep ins kicked in. And since joining the gym, I thought I could do my jogging there, how very wrong I was. Now I am majorly unfit.
Learning the guitar: This is probably the best one out of the three goals. I got my guitar, thanks to my sister's boy friend. I downloaded the program that shall teach me how to play. And that is about it. If you look at it this way, I am two steps ahead of the others, just don't look at the accomplishment levels.
soooo cool loh. I wan to play like dat.
Just a random thought. I was looking outside into my back yard...I feel like taking up gardening. Too bad I don't have a garden to do it in...thank you dead grass and infertile soil. Oh well, not like I was going to do it anyway.
P.S. omg, no spelling errors!!! I am getting better at this.
Speaking of reading, it reminded me of my holiday goals. Since I practically am still on holidays, I would like to see my progress thus far.
Reading a book: Well I am not spending 30-40 bucks for a book, that is a complete outrage. And I don't want to borrow it either, because I probably won't read it and I'll end up re-newing it 10 times before I finally give up...and I lost my library card.
Morning jogs: That lasted a few weeks before the hot weather and sleep ins kicked in. And since joining the gym, I thought I could do my jogging there, how very wrong I was. Now I am majorly unfit.
Learning the guitar: This is probably the best one out of the three goals. I got my guitar, thanks to my sister's boy friend. I downloaded the program that shall teach me how to play. And that is about it. If you look at it this way, I am two steps ahead of the others, just don't look at the accomplishment levels.
soooo cool loh. I wan to play like dat.
Just a random thought. I was looking outside into my back yard...I feel like taking up gardening. Too bad I don't have a garden to do it in...thank you dead grass and infertile soil. Oh well, not like I was going to do it anyway.
P.S. omg, no spelling errors!!! I am getting better at this.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
My Life Thus Far
It's been a while since I last blogged, that's because I've been thinking. Does anyone really read this blog? Who am I writing for. Just random thoughts that run across my mind which prevents me from adding to this blog. But I'm not thinking about this at the moment, so shall we proceed?
Recently I've had the urge to go ktving. This comes after watching the Wang Lee Hom: Music Man concert. On the verge of sounding gay, he is awesome! Although it does piss me off at times how he is known for songs that aren't even that great. Same goes for Jay Chou. Fa Ru Xue is not his best song dammit. It's not even close to being a good song, you people don't know him from when he first started out. Jay Chou was the best back in the days. So when people say, "ewwww why you like Jay Chou for," it's because he was THE SHIT back then. Damn those Jay haters. Or those who try to be fans, but we all know your aren't.
Anyway, quite a bit has happened recently. I started university, then dropped it. Nothing has ever bored me to death like architecture did. I have never seen someone be so fascinated in walls like my coordinator did. What also pissed me off is how one question results in a long ass conversation between the two coordinators. I don't care what you two are thinking between the two of you, I just want to learn. So when I decided that I wanted to transfer, I thought I should have a talk about it. That only results in a long conversation which makes me get home at 8pm. I won't feel disappointed if I don't know how to read a building. I don't want to know why a building is built as it is. AND I DON'T come to university to be challenged. I COME TO university to get a freaking degree and get a job in life to earn money. Why must it be so tedious. Well, I brushed aside his advice and proceeded in my Course Dropping. In conclusion, since I wasn't able to transfer I can't really do anything else. So I kept the one unit in architecture which is practically an Arts unit. This would enable me to get credits for the Commerce/Arts degrees that I hope to transfer into. Now that I have posted that up, I hope people read this, because it is getting rather ANNOYING repeating myself a gazillion times to everyone I meet who asks, "hows uni going? what are you doing again?" or "so whats architecture like?"
Sorry for the uninteresting blog. Shall try and post a better one soon.
Recently I've had the urge to go ktving. This comes after watching the Wang Lee Hom: Music Man concert. On the verge of sounding gay, he is awesome! Although it does piss me off at times how he is known for songs that aren't even that great. Same goes for Jay Chou. Fa Ru Xue is not his best song dammit. It's not even close to being a good song, you people don't know him from when he first started out. Jay Chou was the best back in the days. So when people say, "ewwww why you like Jay Chou for," it's because he was THE SHIT back then. Damn those Jay haters. Or those who try to be fans, but we all know your aren't.
Anyway, quite a bit has happened recently. I started university, then dropped it. Nothing has ever bored me to death like architecture did. I have never seen someone be so fascinated in walls like my coordinator did. What also pissed me off is how one question results in a long ass conversation between the two coordinators. I don't care what you two are thinking between the two of you, I just want to learn. So when I decided that I wanted to transfer, I thought I should have a talk about it. That only results in a long conversation which makes me get home at 8pm. I won't feel disappointed if I don't know how to read a building. I don't want to know why a building is built as it is. AND I DON'T come to university to be challenged. I COME TO university to get a freaking degree and get a job in life to earn money. Why must it be so tedious. Well, I brushed aside his advice and proceeded in my Course Dropping. In conclusion, since I wasn't able to transfer I can't really do anything else. So I kept the one unit in architecture which is practically an Arts unit. This would enable me to get credits for the Commerce/Arts degrees that I hope to transfer into. Now that I have posted that up, I hope people read this, because it is getting rather ANNOYING repeating myself a gazillion times to everyone I meet who asks, "hows uni going? what are you doing again?" or "so whats architecture like?"
Sorry for the uninteresting blog. Shall try and post a better one soon.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thinking
So it's been a pretty hectic week and a bit since my last post...ha ha ha who am I kidding, my life doesn't get hectic, it just gets less boring. Not interesting or fun, just less boring. Yes, my glass isn't half empty or anything, nor is it half full, it's just filled up half way. I have mixed feelings about optimism and pessimism. Seeing pessimistic people pisses me off at times, but when I seem to be it, it's absolutely fine. Optimists on the hand are too bright and cheery, how is it that everything will be fine the end. Life is such a hard thing.
Well in my unhectic week, I've had lots of time to think. Not that i don't think in a hectic week...it's just I can think more about pointless random stuff that has no particular value in my life. What I have noticed is that I am a hypocrite. There are many habits on my list that piss me off when I see people do it, and yet is absolutely fine when I do it. I really should clear this up, but that's the thing, I'm a hypocrite. I hate people because they won't fix it, and yet I don't either. The circle of life.
Being the facebook stalker I am, seeing the type of groups people join, I've come to realise that what I do all the time seems practically normal. Then again, it makes me feel less special in that way too. Like that I think of weird scenarios in my head. I love to do that too. Especially thinking of meeting famous stars and all, seeing as I recently discovered my friend got a picture with Jay Chou in Taiwan. She was quite hesitant at first, but soon got his picture. I told her that I would run straight up to him...then I thought about it some more. Would I? Or would I just cower out like the COWARD I am. Man I'm such a coward. I would have one of those emo blogs where I talk about all the shit things in my life and why I feel so down, but then you readers will become bored. So who needs an emotional blog.
Anyway, this blog post has been completely random and I noticed it got kind of out of place towards the end. Uni starts next week, maybe I will be blogging even more from then on, since no one really wants to do work do they.
Jayćµ· signing out.
Well in my unhectic week, I've had lots of time to think. Not that i don't think in a hectic week...it's just I can think more about pointless random stuff that has no particular value in my life. What I have noticed is that I am a hypocrite. There are many habits on my list that piss me off when I see people do it, and yet is absolutely fine when I do it. I really should clear this up, but that's the thing, I'm a hypocrite. I hate people because they won't fix it, and yet I don't either. The circle of life.
Being the facebook stalker I am, seeing the type of groups people join, I've come to realise that what I do all the time seems practically normal. Then again, it makes me feel less special in that way too. Like that I think of weird scenarios in my head. I love to do that too. Especially thinking of meeting famous stars and all, seeing as I recently discovered my friend got a picture with Jay Chou in Taiwan. She was quite hesitant at first, but soon got his picture. I told her that I would run straight up to him...then I thought about it some more. Would I? Or would I just cower out like the COWARD I am. Man I'm such a coward. I would have one of those emo blogs where I talk about all the shit things in my life and why I feel so down, but then you readers will become bored. So who needs an emotional blog.
Anyway, this blog post has been completely random and I noticed it got kind of out of place towards the end. Uni starts next week, maybe I will be blogging even more from then on, since no one really wants to do work do they.
Jayćµ· signing out.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Bed Time
Every morning for the next month, I will be waking up to the sound of loud chatter between parents and relatives. From when they arrived last Friday, I have had to relocate my bedroom to another room...if you can call it that.
This is my room from when we first moved into this house. The Tom and Jerry painting has been there since I got here. We've been in this house for 4 years and yet it still stays there. Unfortunately, it's the only good painting in the room ranging from Bart Simpson, Spiderman and random Spiderman and Batman logos. That is my comfortable bed with several pillows. And note, the sausage pillow is called a "bolster". That is by far one of the best words I have ever learnt in my lifetime, years of not knowing what it was called has finally been relinquished. And notice how the bedsheets and pillows are colour co-ordinated with the room, as I only did just then. Anyway, that is what I'll be missing for the next month. This is where I shall be sleeping in the mean time....
How comfortable does that look. It's such a downgrade from my Queen size bed, my toes literally hang off the end of the bed...and that's if you even call that a bed. And for your information, from the angle I took this photo, the kitchen is right behind me. What's also bad about this random corner in my house, it's at the front of the house which means it's close to the road. Seeing as the walls in my house are quite thin, sound gets through it like a fat kid through cake. I can hear every car, truck, bus and Harley that drives past, its rather disturbing. Not to mention by day time, there is light coming from every direction possible. A big difference compared to the complete darkness in my room due to the roller shutters. I should have to get used to this, as once my relatives leave, two weeks later another set of relatives will be arriving for one more week.
If I ever seem snappy or grumpy for the next month or so, you'll know I have not been having a good sleep. So while all of you readers are sleeping in your cosy bedrooms and in your comfortable beds, please think of me. And just make that extra fluff on your pillow for me.
Good night everyone.
This is my room from when we first moved into this house. The Tom and Jerry painting has been there since I got here. We've been in this house for 4 years and yet it still stays there. Unfortunately, it's the only good painting in the room ranging from Bart Simpson, Spiderman and random Spiderman and Batman logos. That is my comfortable bed with several pillows. And note, the sausage pillow is called a "bolster". That is by far one of the best words I have ever learnt in my lifetime, years of not knowing what it was called has finally been relinquished. And notice how the bedsheets and pillows are colour co-ordinated with the room, as I only did just then. Anyway, that is what I'll be missing for the next month. This is where I shall be sleeping in the mean time....
How comfortable does that look. It's such a downgrade from my Queen size bed, my toes literally hang off the end of the bed...and that's if you even call that a bed. And for your information, from the angle I took this photo, the kitchen is right behind me. What's also bad about this random corner in my house, it's at the front of the house which means it's close to the road. Seeing as the walls in my house are quite thin, sound gets through it like a fat kid through cake. I can hear every car, truck, bus and Harley that drives past, its rather disturbing. Not to mention by day time, there is light coming from every direction possible. A big difference compared to the complete darkness in my room due to the roller shutters. I should have to get used to this, as once my relatives leave, two weeks later another set of relatives will be arriving for one more week.
If I ever seem snappy or grumpy for the next month or so, you'll know I have not been having a good sleep. So while all of you readers are sleeping in your cosy bedrooms and in your comfortable beds, please think of me. And just make that extra fluff on your pillow for me.
Good night everyone.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
http://longtimecomingg.blogspot.com/
I have pushed back updating my blog one too many days. It's been so long that I almost forgot what the URL was. And also, no surprise, I have forgotten nearly everything I wanted to blog about. Well, this is a start at least.
First of all, I want to apologise to Australia. My previous post may have been a bit too harsh, Australia is a pretty good country, and Asians are probably the most racist nationalities anyway. Asians are racist against nearly every other race, even themselves. There's just one difference, we don't really express our racism out loud. I got to admit, I am a pretty subtle racist. In science, I have a picky way of choosing stools. I prefer something short, so I don't get a sore back. So I would search around the whole room for the rare short chair. From there, I seem to discriminate against certain chairs. I don't seem to like the brown ones, instead I pick the grey ones everyone else have.
Oh my gosh, I really have forgotten what to blog about. I shall update more often when ideas pop into my head.
First of all, I want to apologise to Australia. My previous post may have been a bit too harsh, Australia is a pretty good country, and Asians are probably the most racist nationalities anyway. Asians are racist against nearly every other race, even themselves. There's just one difference, we don't really express our racism out loud. I got to admit, I am a pretty subtle racist. In science, I have a picky way of choosing stools. I prefer something short, so I don't get a sore back. So I would search around the whole room for the rare short chair. From there, I seem to discriminate against certain chairs. I don't seem to like the brown ones, instead I pick the grey ones everyone else have.
Oh my gosh, I really have forgotten what to blog about. I shall update more often when ideas pop into my head.
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