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Mood: Very happy.
Music: MGMT - Time To Pretend.
Have you ever wondered what your life was like in someone else's eyes?
Just yesterday, I had a terrific discussion with my Biology classmates. It started off as an update on each other's lives (particularly love lives) but the conversation was then thrown into the deep end as we shared opinions on issues we might have to deal with in the future. Such issues were "How would you react if your teenage daughter told you she got pregnant?"; "What would you do if your child turned out to be a homosexual?"; "How do you deal with a child abusing drugs?"; "Would you force your child into sharing the same religious belief?"
Everyone had their different opinions and I was refreshed by the honest and diverse answers my friends shared. Discussions like these really open your mind. The deep topic drained out as we drifted to possible baby names and ideal family structures. Perfect partner then became perfect family > babies > sex. A friend asked Nat & I what we thought about 'sex before marriage' (we were asked that question because of our faith, Catholic & Christianity respectively.) Nat nodded and said she values that view point, I elaborated:
When you get married, you are promising yourself to your partner. You swear by oath that you would never leave, always love them, always be true. Marriage is a big deal. I am appalled by what society has turned it into, what is up with the 5 minute marriages in Las Vegas? Marriage is something life changing, and should take years to decide upon. Once you marry someone, having sex with them is how you express your love for them. It is a gift no one else can give them but you. I am disgusted that sex is seen as 'dirty' and as 'play'. It is an intimate celebration of love between two beings. Pornographic films and novels have exploited this celebration and distorted it to an activity.
People think that waiting until marriage to 'have sex' is idiotic and a waste of time. A waste of what time? Precious sex time? This time in between being single and being married is to find that very person you will spend the rest of your life with, so you can experience an immense and extraordinary feeling of love and express it in a way no other can.
Everyone went a bit silent. They were amazed at the words that just came out of my mouth. They thought it was incredible/ deep/ thoughtful. That was when it occurred to me that my life and life in general is seen very differently through other's eyes. My perspective on sex isn't outlandish to me but it is to some of the people around me. That afternoon I wondered what my life looked like in someone else's eyes. I've always wondered what it'd be like to "live in another's shoes."
Wouldn't it be nice to own a sweet little invention that made that possible? But until then, we should all keep our minds and hearts open to give and take different opinions and perspectives. By doing so we will have a greater understanding ourselves and our society.
You know you love me,
xoxo
And when I see you, I really see you upside down
Wednesday, June 18, 2008, 3:37 PM
'Jenny Somebody'
Monday, March 24, 2008, 1:35 PM
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Woke up at noon today, oh, blissful long weekends. I'm in total holiday mood, can't believe I have to go school tomorrow. Ahh.
I switched on the tele and Channel 9's midday movie flicks on. It was Joe Somebody, a story of a man who was publicly humiliated in front of his workmates and daughter by the work bully after being punched in the face in the car park on 'Bring Your Kid To Work' Day. He slips into a depression and decides to redeem himself again and become a 'somebody' by getting fit and punching out the bully.
The moral of the story? Uh, tbh, I didn't watch the beginning, nor the end of this movie, I just bluffed the storyline with bits and pieces of what I read off the internet. But it was interesting how the guy wanted to be a 'somebody' in his workplace.
Don't we all want to be somebodies, not nobodies? Some turn to the vicious circle of bitching and gossip because after all, you're "no one until you're talked about".
Some dress up, dress down, trying to attract attention from the opposite sex (or the same sex, whichever floats your boat).
Some change their sexual orientation to fit into their crowd, or conversely, stand out.
Some become over dramatic, and over sensitise themselves to things happening around them.
Some act hyper active/ happy/ sad/ mature/ immature all the time.
Hey, it doesn't matter. At least you're somebody, right?
I find it wrong. It's like lying to not only yourself but everyone around you. Lie upon lie, you make up this person you think will make you noticed. You put on this persona, wear this mask, people notice you, success. Everyday you wake up, it's a new day! (... to not be me) You put on your mask, masquerade around as whoever you want to be.
What ever happened to who you are? You don't want to be noticed because of who you aren't. That's attention for all the wrong reasons. Wouldn't it be nice to just wake up and just be who you are? You'd definitely breathe easier since you won't have that 'mask' on you all the time.
It's okay to be you, you don't have to pretend. Life's not a masquerade, it's not a performance. It can feel like one, but it's definitely not. Life is.. life. You live it, don't act it. Who cares if that guy/ girl doesn't see you. You're probably just ignoring the other one who is secretly infatuated by your real self and hurts when you fake it. Who cares if you no longer fit in with your 'friends'. If they don't like you for who you really are, they're not worth your time. And who cares if you get weird looks for what you wear or how you wear it. I'm not saying that they're simply just jealous but they'd probably be envying your confidence.
Oh, you know you love me,
xoxo.
iTunes playlist: Sarah Blasko's 'What The Sea Wants, The Sea Will Have' album. Repeats: The Woman By The Well; [Explain]; Amazing Things.
I switched on the tele and Channel 9's midday movie flicks on. It was Joe Somebody, a story of a man who was publicly humiliated in front of his workmates and daughter by the work bully after being punched in the face in the car park on 'Bring Your Kid To Work' Day. He slips into a depression and decides to redeem himself again and become a 'somebody' by getting fit and punching out the bully.
The moral of the story? Uh, tbh, I didn't watch the beginning, nor the end of this movie, I just bluffed the storyline with bits and pieces of what I read off the internet. But it was interesting how the guy wanted to be a 'somebody' in his workplace.
Don't we all want to be somebodies, not nobodies? Some turn to the vicious circle of bitching and gossip because after all, you're "no one until you're talked about".
Some dress up, dress down, trying to attract attention from the opposite sex (or the same sex, whichever floats your boat).
Some change their sexual orientation to fit into their crowd, or conversely, stand out.
Some become over dramatic, and over sensitise themselves to things happening around them.
Some act hyper active/ happy/ sad/ mature/ immature all the time.
Hey, it doesn't matter. At least you're somebody, right?
I find it wrong. It's like lying to not only yourself but everyone around you. Lie upon lie, you make up this person you think will make you noticed. You put on this persona, wear this mask, people notice you, success. Everyday you wake up, it's a new day! (... to not be me) You put on your mask, masquerade around as whoever you want to be.
What ever happened to who you are? You don't want to be noticed because of who you aren't. That's attention for all the wrong reasons. Wouldn't it be nice to just wake up and just be who you are? You'd definitely breathe easier since you won't have that 'mask' on you all the time.
It's okay to be you, you don't have to pretend. Life's not a masquerade, it's not a performance. It can feel like one, but it's definitely not. Life is.. life. You live it, don't act it. Who cares if that guy/ girl doesn't see you. You're probably just ignoring the other one who is secretly infatuated by your real self and hurts when you fake it. Who cares if you no longer fit in with your 'friends'. If they don't like you for who you really are, they're not worth your time. And who cares if you get weird looks for what you wear or how you wear it. I'm not saying that they're simply just jealous but they'd probably be envying your confidence.
Don't act to be a somebody, live to be you.
Oh, you know you love me,
xoxo.
iTunes playlist: Sarah Blasko's 'What The Sea Wants, The Sea Will Have' album. Repeats: The Woman By The Well; [Explain]; Amazing Things.
Labels: Rant, Self-Identity
You want three wishes.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008, 11:34 PM
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I always thought people were stupid for not wishing for a million other wishes with one of their initial three wishes. But then again, that totally defeats the purpose of having three wishes to start with. What you wish for reflects your values and standards, and your top 3 wishes show what you value most. Wishing for a gazillion other wishes would reflect one's own greedy nature, aye?
But seriously, I have a 4 page report for CAFS due on Thurs and I'm nowhere near finished :( I wish I was more studious and more of a geek people saw me as. Oh, but some don't see me as a geek 8-) Hope that someone is reading this or else I'll just sound totally big headed.
You'd expect girls in Teen Pageants to wish for world peace or just peace in general. Pop quiz: How would we know we were at peace if we were always at peace? Without some sort of war we'd be completely oblivious to the state we live in. How do we know what peace is like? By seeing all the devastation and terror in the news, hearing about it from a friend, experiencing it. After that, we know peace is the exact opposite. So no, I wouldn't be wishing for world peace. That's not something us humans are capable of sustaining over a long period of time. Not on Earth, anyways. I believe I will find eternal bliss and be at peace once I'm in Heaven, given that I be a good girl :)
So if I don't wish for peace, what else could I wish for? I read another interesting article in CAFS the other day, it was based on communication between males and females, particularly couples. They say what men want the most is to be loved whereas women want to be understood. Understood. Totally. Deffie. Agreed. Not that women don't want to be loved but heck, you gotta understand us to love us as well. Wouldn't you men just love to somehow comprehend a fifth of our actions? Okay, that's a double-edged sword. The life and times of a female tween is particularly difficult to experience itself. Understanding it could be tough but it'd allow you to understand the woman behind the chaos and all. So my wish to be understood would give me a peace of mind. It'd be amazing to find someone who understood me since I don't even understand myself some days.
So Jenny, you're down to your last wish. What ever could it be? I could save it for a rainy day** (song reference), but you know me, I splurge. I'm the suckkiest saver evurrrr! Quitter, sucks at saving. There's a correlation (!) I could stick to the oh-so-cliche wish to 'find love' but from wish-speak literally translated to English, that means: I want to open my eyes.
Oh, don't you get it?! Love is everywhere. From your mother's sweat to your existing friendships to a stranger's kindness - they're signs of their love for you. So open your eyes. Ever sat and wondered why your mum bothers cooking for your family, why the heck she spends all her time cleaning? Why do you have friends? (No, really). They love you, right? They're not just people who hang around 'just because'. They value your friendship and acknowledge your importance. By "a stranger's kindness", I don't imply stalkerish love but their simple act of common courtesy surely cannot be out of hate. I don't mean full-romance love either. There are many different types of love, but that's another entry.
I think I'd save my last wish, for now. I should go to sleep earlier tonight, goodness, I've been going to bed at like, 2am on a regular basis. UNHEALTHY!!!! Not only is it unhealthy, but I need sleep if I'm gonna wake up 10 minutes earlier tomorrow morning. I'm usually arriving to school on the bell or late but tomorrow I gotta hand in my Biology excursion note in the morning. Yes, the excursion is tomorrow. Yes, it's that wonderful journey to the creek I was talking about in a previous post. Yes, I'm super excited (!) NB: For all you n00bs, (!) is an indication of sarcasm.
Huzzah, 5 periods of creek watching awaits.
You know you love me,
xoxo
iTunes playlist: The Pierces. (I'm getting so lazy that I'm not bothered to organise a playlist on iTunes anymore. I just click on an artist and that's it. Zzz)
Three Wishes by The Pierces
We'd be so less fragile
If we're made from metal
And our hearts from iron
And our minds from steel
If we built an armour
For our tender bodies
Could we love each other
Would we strive to feel
And you want three wishes:
One to fly the heavens
One to swim like fishes
And then one you're saving for a rainy day**
If your lover ever takes her love away
You say you want to know her like a lover
And undo her damage, she'll be new again
Soon you'll find that if you try to save her
It renews her anger
You will never win
And you want three wishes:
You want never bitter
And all delicious
And then one you're saving for a rainy day**
If your lover ever takes her love away
You want three wishes:
One to fly the heavens
One to swim like fishes
You want never bitter
And all delicious
And a clean conscience
And all it's blisses
You want one true lover with a thousand kisses
You want soft and gentle and never vicious
And then one you're saving for a rainy day
If your lover ever takes her love away
I always thought people were stupid for not wishing for a million other wishes with one of their initial three wishes. But then again, that totally defeats the purpose of having three wishes to start with. What you wish for reflects your values and standards, and your top 3 wishes show what you value most. Wishing for a gazillion other wishes would reflect one's own greedy nature, aye?
But seriously, I have a 4 page report for CAFS due on Thurs and I'm nowhere near finished :( I wish I was more studious and more of a geek people saw me as. Oh, but some don't see me as a geek 8-) Hope that someone is reading this or else I'll just sound totally big headed.
You'd expect girls in Teen Pageants to wish for world peace or just peace in general. Pop quiz: How would we know we were at peace if we were always at peace? Without some sort of war we'd be completely oblivious to the state we live in. How do we know what peace is like? By seeing all the devastation and terror in the news, hearing about it from a friend, experiencing it. After that, we know peace is the exact opposite. So no, I wouldn't be wishing for world peace. That's not something us humans are capable of sustaining over a long period of time. Not on Earth, anyways. I believe I will find eternal bliss and be at peace once I'm in Heaven, given that I be a good girl :)
So if I don't wish for peace, what else could I wish for? I read another interesting article in CAFS the other day, it was based on communication between males and females, particularly couples. They say what men want the most is to be loved whereas women want to be understood. Understood. Totally. Deffie. Agreed. Not that women don't want to be loved but heck, you gotta understand us to love us as well. Wouldn't you men just love to somehow comprehend a fifth of our actions? Okay, that's a double-edged sword. The life and times of a female tween is particularly difficult to experience itself. Understanding it could be tough but it'd allow you to understand the woman behind the chaos and all. So my wish to be understood would give me a peace of mind. It'd be amazing to find someone who understood me since I don't even understand myself some days.
So Jenny, you're down to your last wish. What ever could it be? I could save it for a rainy day** (song reference), but you know me, I splurge. I'm the suckkiest saver evurrrr! Quitter, sucks at saving. There's a correlation (!) I could stick to the oh-so-cliche wish to 'find love' but from wish-speak literally translated to English, that means: I want to open my eyes.
Oh, don't you get it?! Love is everywhere. From your mother's sweat to your existing friendships to a stranger's kindness - they're signs of their love for you. So open your eyes. Ever sat and wondered why your mum bothers cooking for your family, why the heck she spends all her time cleaning? Why do you have friends? (No, really). They love you, right? They're not just people who hang around 'just because'. They value your friendship and acknowledge your importance. By "a stranger's kindness", I don't imply stalkerish love but their simple act of common courtesy surely cannot be out of hate. I don't mean full-romance love either. There are many different types of love, but that's another entry.
I think I'd save my last wish, for now. I should go to sleep earlier tonight, goodness, I've been going to bed at like, 2am on a regular basis. UNHEALTHY!!!! Not only is it unhealthy, but I need sleep if I'm gonna wake up 10 minutes earlier tomorrow morning. I'm usually arriving to school on the bell or late but tomorrow I gotta hand in my Biology excursion note in the morning. Yes, the excursion is tomorrow. Yes, it's that wonderful journey to the creek I was talking about in a previous post. Yes, I'm super excited (!) NB: For all you n00bs, (!) is an indication of sarcasm.
Huzzah, 5 periods of creek watching awaits.
You know you love me,
xoxo
iTunes playlist: The Pierces. (I'm getting so lazy that I'm not bothered to organise a playlist on iTunes anymore. I just click on an artist and that's it. Zzz)
One More With Feeling
Saturday, March 15, 2008, 2:34 PM
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Ahhh shoot. I should be like, doing chores then getting ready to go to bowling with friends. Yet I'm here, in front of my computer. Blogging. Yeah, I'm blogging so you guys know I'm still alive :)
Mental block. Mental block. Mental block
Oh right, I wanted to quote this quote before.
Don't let the people make you think that just because you're young you're useless
You know it's not naive to think that you can change the things around
and that no man is an island
For I'd rather be a pebble in an ocean vast and drown alone
Than make no sound
Ahhh shoot. I should be like, doing chores then getting ready to go to bowling with friends. Yet I'm here, in front of my computer. Blogging. Yeah, I'm blogging so you guys know I'm still alive :)
Mental block. Mental block. Mental block
Oh right, I wanted to quote this quote before.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. - Charles Caleb Colton.
I'm currently reading Double Cross by James Patterson. (Y'know, that guy who wrote the Women's Murder Club Series and Kiss The Girls.) It's freaking good, If you're itno suspensefull thriller books then James Patterson is your guy. That quote was mentioned because it's based on this psychopath who loves audiences for his killings and as you all know (or not), killers always have copycats.
Remember those Primary days when we'd be bitching with our friends about that girl whos always following us or copying the words we say or the things we bought at the canteen or that top we wore at Sandy's party?
Perhaps it still happens now.
Well, take it as a form of flattery my dear friends. When that person has the damn same haircut as you or when you started wearing fluoro green nail polish (FIRST!) or when you thought of this really cool line for your English essay but people rip it off you - it's all a compliment.
Gosh, it's almost 3pm. I should get going :s
I'll blog laterer. Erererer!
You know you love me (and miss me),
xoxo
iTunes playlist: One More With Feeling by Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly; Calendar Girl by Stars; Star Guitar by The Chemical Brothers
Winners never quit and quitters never win.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008, 7:20 PM
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I hope you've been able to get by life without my usual dose of extra-ordinary-day rants for the past 3 days. I well and truly believe that I'm a sloth inside a 15 year old girl's body. Do sloths morph? Cos yeah, today I feel active. I went for a little jog in the park instead of tutor today. Oh yeah, I totally quit tutor - it's not my Tutor, it's me! (So cliche) Tutor just 'ain't my thang'.
I'm a quitter. I've quit tutor after a week, my first job after 3 weeks, guitar lessons after a few months, singing lessons after one lesson, my exercise regime after 3 days (it's on/off, really), my Year 11 study freak routine, the list goes on. I remember quitting Viet school after a year for I did not advance from the 1st grade.
Does that mean I have not set any goals to achieve, that I don't aim for anything? Course not! I'm just lazy. It's quite contradictory when I quit activities, claiming I have no time when all I do is laze around and like.. blog. Oh, but I can be pretty determined, just you wait. I shall blog about my super high UAI in 2 years time :) *Hyperventilatesssss*
Right now I'm supposed to make study notes for practically every subject since I have 238753483404 assessments and exams coming up in the next couple of weeks. Today I had a Legal Studies exam and this Friday I have an English task due. Next week I have another Legal Studies exam which is inconveniently set on the same day as my Biology excursion (which is another exam, held at a creek), so I have to do Legal the day before. The same week I have a CAFS assessment (4 page report) due on the same day as my school Cross Country.
Evidently Year 11 is going to be one of the best years of my life.
I was serious. I can tell that this year will be a defining year where I'm pushed to the limit and really discover how mentally strong I am. Hopefully I won't be one to turn to anti-depressants or inflicting physical injury. I feel that blogging is a fantastic release in itself. For those who don't know me enough (poor souls), I currently aim to be a psychologist! Perhaps I'll dabble in Journalism, I'm not sure yet. I'm keeping my options open for now.
School was extra ordinary today, as per usual. After my chaotic morning rush to school, my socks were slipping on my way to roll call. Now why did they introduce roll call? There's a roll marked at the beginning of every single period anyways. I believe it is a total waste of time and of life! *Dramatic faint* They could at least extend it an extra 10-15 minutes as to turn them into study periods in the morning or something.
My first subject was Modern History. We're up to the gory bits of The Reign Of Terror which occurred in France, 1793. Search it up, my dear stalkers! My teacher is fantastic, she really understands students and how we think (at 9am in the morning).
At recess I picked up a Bandage Bear box with Emmie, Vee & Khanh. They are sooo cute, I suggest you buy one, its for a great cause (Westmead Children's Hospital). There was a time when I wanted to be a doctor, or at least a nurse. I changed my mind after visiting my mum's friend one day. The hospital was cold and lifeless (ahh, no pun intended!). It was sterile yet icky. I told my mum how I felt about the atmosphere. She replied with, "People who work at hospitals have a heart of gold for they care so much for humans to work in such conditions." (Okay, so she said it in Viet but that was the jist of it.)
My Legal Studies test was after reccess. I was acting Miss-Know-It-All and full boasted how much I knew about Aboriginal Customary Law. The test began, I looked at the questions and thought, Goodness, I studied the wrong information. Yeah, I gotta practice humility or I will humiliate myself.
Legal was a triple so time totally dragged by. I was bored off my face until the bell rang for lunch. I was everywhere at lunch, I barely spend time with my group of friends anymore. I really miss them even though I see them every day at school. I was mainly in the library, collecting an interview I left for one of the librarians concerning my CAFS assignment. The lady was lovely, I admire her values and such. I wish to grow old, happy and content like her. Maybe I'll become a librarian when I'm 50 something.
At the end of lunch I left my Bandage Bear box with Emmie and Chris (I was supposed to take it home). I know, I know - total quitter.
Biology topped off my day at school. I was so clumsy during those three periods!!!!!! I somehow managed to break not only a slide but also a petri dish. Goshhh, one was enough! :( My teacher then re-assured me (a lot) by saying, 'Oh don't worry, it's just a petri dish!' She then told me to break something else because it was tradition in her family to do things in threes. I felt bad :s We mainly focused on cell organelles and drawing of onion cells. I'm not sure if Biology is my niche. I thought of Biology as study on mainly humans. I'm probably going to drop it this year.
I was lucky enough to catch my stalkee walking when the home bell went. I know I said I wouldn't stalk him anymore.. [Insert friend's name]: YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM!!! Yeah, I just think he's really dorky and therefore cute. He carries around this wicked Christmas themed Woolies bag everyday (while wearing a backpack, mind you) and recently got this adorable hair cut where the sides of his head are like, almost shaved off. Hot. Oh and he can shuffle - backwards!!!!!!!!!!!!
I came home feeling XXTIRED and realised I had tutor. I went, Nah, tutor ain't for me. This isn't temporary, I'm just not suitable for tutor! Watched my daily dose of Arthur then decided to go for a jog. I really hope I don't quit jogging so I end up somewhat capable of Cross Country next week. After a long shower, I grabbed a bite to eat and basically lazed around. Felt an urge to play guitar after that, so I did. Perhaps I'll have lessons again. Perhaps. I also really want to learn how to play the harp. Coolio, yah? But harps are like, super expensive :s I'm def. making my children musical when I'm a mummy!
I grew tired of guitar so I hopped on the computer and have been blogging for quite some time now. I've totally abandoned my Facebook :o Must reply later. Does anyone still use MySpace anymore? It's sooo 2006!
So that was my day in a nutshell! :) Predictions for next few hours: Doing a bit of homework before 9 30pm - BURN NOTICE!!! I love that show, highly recommended watch! Then probably will be sleeping at an unhealthy 2am.
iTunes playlist: Division by Aly & Aj; Blue Light by Bloc Party; Hawaii by Meiko; Mad World by Gary Jules; Scarlet by Brooke Fraser (OMGSHHHH, I saw her on Sunday night when I was at a Hillsong live album recording @ Acer Arena. 'Twas smashing.)
You know you love me,
xoxo
I'm a quitter. I've quit tutor after a week, my first job after 3 weeks, guitar lessons after a few months, singing lessons after one lesson, my exercise regime after 3 days (it's on/off, really), my Year 11 study freak routine, the list goes on. I remember quitting Viet school after a year for I did not advance from the 1st grade.
Does that mean I have not set any goals to achieve, that I don't aim for anything? Course not! I'm just lazy. It's quite contradictory when I quit activities, claiming I have no time when all I do is laze around and like.. blog. Oh, but I can be pretty determined, just you wait. I shall blog about my super high UAI in 2 years time :) *Hyperventilatesssss*
Right now I'm supposed to make study notes for practically every subject since I have 238753483404 assessments and exams coming up in the next couple of weeks. Today I had a Legal Studies exam and this Friday I have an English task due. Next week I have another Legal Studies exam which is inconveniently set on the same day as my Biology excursion (which is another exam, held at a creek), so I have to do Legal the day before. The same week I have a CAFS assessment (4 page report) due on the same day as my school Cross Country.
Evidently Year 11 is going to be one of the best years of my life.
I was serious. I can tell that this year will be a defining year where I'm pushed to the limit and really discover how mentally strong I am. Hopefully I won't be one to turn to anti-depressants or inflicting physical injury. I feel that blogging is a fantastic release in itself. For those who don't know me enough (poor souls), I currently aim to be a psychologist! Perhaps I'll dabble in Journalism, I'm not sure yet. I'm keeping my options open for now.
School was extra ordinary today, as per usual. After my chaotic morning rush to school, my socks were slipping on my way to roll call. Now why did they introduce roll call? There's a roll marked at the beginning of every single period anyways. I believe it is a total waste of time and of life! *Dramatic faint* They could at least extend it an extra 10-15 minutes as to turn them into study periods in the morning or something.
My first subject was Modern History. We're up to the gory bits of The Reign Of Terror which occurred in France, 1793. Search it up, my dear stalkers! My teacher is fantastic, she really understands students and how we think (at 9am in the morning).
At recess I picked up a Bandage Bear box with Emmie, Vee & Khanh. They are sooo cute, I suggest you buy one, its for a great cause (Westmead Children's Hospital). There was a time when I wanted to be a doctor, or at least a nurse. I changed my mind after visiting my mum's friend one day. The hospital was cold and lifeless (ahh, no pun intended!). It was sterile yet icky. I told my mum how I felt about the atmosphere. She replied with, "People who work at hospitals have a heart of gold for they care so much for humans to work in such conditions." (Okay, so she said it in Viet but that was the jist of it.)
My Legal Studies test was after reccess. I was acting Miss-Know-It-All and full boasted how much I knew about Aboriginal Customary Law. The test began, I looked at the questions and thought, Goodness, I studied the wrong information. Yeah, I gotta practice humility or I will humiliate myself.
Legal was a triple so time totally dragged by. I was bored off my face until the bell rang for lunch. I was everywhere at lunch, I barely spend time with my group of friends anymore. I really miss them even though I see them every day at school. I was mainly in the library, collecting an interview I left for one of the librarians concerning my CAFS assignment. The lady was lovely, I admire her values and such. I wish to grow old, happy and content like her. Maybe I'll become a librarian when I'm 50 something.
At the end of lunch I left my Bandage Bear box with Emmie and Chris (I was supposed to take it home). I know, I know - total quitter.
Biology topped off my day at school. I was so clumsy during those three periods!!!!!! I somehow managed to break not only a slide but also a petri dish. Goshhh, one was enough! :( My teacher then re-assured me (a lot) by saying, 'Oh don't worry, it's just a petri dish!' She then told me to break something else because it was tradition in her family to do things in threes. I felt bad :s We mainly focused on cell organelles and drawing of onion cells. I'm not sure if Biology is my niche. I thought of Biology as study on mainly humans. I'm probably going to drop it this year.
I was lucky enough to catch my stalkee walking when the home bell went. I know I said I wouldn't stalk him anymore.. [Insert friend's name]: YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM!!! Yeah, I just think he's really dorky and therefore cute. He carries around this wicked Christmas themed Woolies bag everyday (while wearing a backpack, mind you) and recently got this adorable hair cut where the sides of his head are like, almost shaved off. Hot. Oh and he can shuffle - backwards!!!!!!!!!!!!
I came home feeling XXTIRED and realised I had tutor. I went, Nah, tutor ain't for me. This isn't temporary, I'm just not suitable for tutor! Watched my daily dose of Arthur then decided to go for a jog. I really hope I don't quit jogging so I end up somewhat capable of Cross Country next week. After a long shower, I grabbed a bite to eat and basically lazed around. Felt an urge to play guitar after that, so I did. Perhaps I'll have lessons again. Perhaps. I also really want to learn how to play the harp. Coolio, yah? But harps are like, super expensive :s I'm def. making my children musical when I'm a mummy!
I grew tired of guitar so I hopped on the computer and have been blogging for quite some time now. I've totally abandoned my Facebook :o Must reply later. Does anyone still use MySpace anymore? It's sooo 2006!
So that was my day in a nutshell! :) Predictions for next few hours: Doing a bit of homework before 9 30pm - BURN NOTICE!!! I love that show, highly recommended watch! Then probably will be sleeping at an unhealthy 2am.
iTunes playlist: Division by Aly & Aj; Blue Light by Bloc Party; Hawaii by Meiko; Mad World by Gary Jules; Scarlet by Brooke Fraser (OMGSHHHH, I saw her on Sunday night when I was at a Hillsong live album recording @ Acer Arena. 'Twas smashing.)
You know you love me,
xoxo
The less you know, the more you believe. - Bono
Wednesday, March 5, 2008, 12:21 AM
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Very interesting, Bono. The more we know, the more questions we have. We then start to doubt what we wanted to know more about and wonder if it's worth our time and consideration.
So I had my first tutoring lesson in years today. It was English with Sarah Transexual, and I must admit, it was a really good lesson and I seriously learnt more substance than a triple of Eng at school. Only 'con' would be the ton of homework. 5 paragraphs on Martin Luther King's speech. Eesh.
I never really paid attention to Martin Luther King. All I knew was that he was inspirational and spoke up for the oppressed people of America. After paying a bit more attention to his speech during tutor, I realised what a great intellectual he was. I would chew on my left arm to be able to talk the way he did.
Actually, I'd stir my left arm in a pot to be able to go back to the olden days when women wore corsets and pretty gowns and men were gallant and they all talked in a language which we now call 'formal'. Oh, Mr. Darcy. I love you. Most ardently. *Swoons, regains consciousness, swoons once more.*
I don't think anyone anticipates my extra detailed recounts of my extra ordinary days, so to sum up my day, I will type a series of random mumblings.
It's always too early in the morning. Cannot function without morning showers. Late, again. Modern History, Reign of Terror. Legal Studies, teacher away, composed love web. Biology, bored off my face (for a subject that studies life, it sure is lifeless). Saved by the bell. Me, Eloise! - series discontinued. Life flashed before own eyes. Tutor. Contemplated faking a sickie, decided to go. Glad I went. Home. Bedroom. Pile of homework. Groan. Drops onto bed. Wrote up a schedule. Didn't follow it. Crap, I have a CAFS test. Turned on tv. Burn Notice. That guy is cute for a 40 year old. Crapcrapcrap its 10:30. Done my nails. Oh, can't do hw with wet nails. Internet. Chat. I really should study. Blog surfing. Discovered new music. Awesome. Crap. CAFS test. Crap. Mock Trials. Crap. Peer Support.
At least my nails look good. Blog.
Tan, Heart Of (Non) Existence, aka HOE said that my most coveted bags look cheap. Acting HOE. Do you think those Chanel bags look cheap?
Hmm. It's 1AM. What the heck have I been doing for 2 hours?!?!
iTunes playlist: Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy; Boring/ Three Wishes/ Secret/ Patience by The Pierces (the new artist I've discovered :)
Recommended blog: http://thatschic.blogspot.com/
You know you love me,
xoxo
So I had my first tutoring lesson in years today. It was English with Sarah Transexual, and I must admit, it was a really good lesson and I seriously learnt more substance than a triple of Eng at school. Only 'con' would be the ton of homework. 5 paragraphs on Martin Luther King's speech. Eesh.
I never really paid attention to Martin Luther King. All I knew was that he was inspirational and spoke up for the oppressed people of America. After paying a bit more attention to his speech during tutor, I realised what a great intellectual he was. I would chew on my left arm to be able to talk the way he did.
Actually, I'd stir my left arm in a pot to be able to go back to the olden days when women wore corsets and pretty gowns and men were gallant and they all talked in a language which we now call 'formal'. Oh, Mr. Darcy. I love you. Most ardently. *Swoons, regains consciousness, swoons once more.*
I don't think anyone anticipates my extra detailed recounts of my extra ordinary days, so to sum up my day, I will type a series of random mumblings.
It's always too early in the morning. Cannot function without morning showers. Late, again. Modern History, Reign of Terror. Legal Studies, teacher away, composed love web. Biology, bored off my face (for a subject that studies life, it sure is lifeless). Saved by the bell. Me, Eloise! - series discontinued. Life flashed before own eyes. Tutor. Contemplated faking a sickie, decided to go. Glad I went. Home. Bedroom. Pile of homework. Groan. Drops onto bed. Wrote up a schedule. Didn't follow it. Crap, I have a CAFS test. Turned on tv. Burn Notice. That guy is cute for a 40 year old. Crapcrapcrap its 10:30. Done my nails. Oh, can't do hw with wet nails. Internet. Chat. I really should study. Blog surfing. Discovered new music. Awesome. Crap. CAFS test. Crap. Mock Trials. Crap. Peer Support.
At least my nails look good. Blog.
Tan, Heart Of (Non) Existence, aka HOE said that my most coveted bags look cheap. Acting HOE. Do you think those Chanel bags look cheap?
Hmm. It's 1AM. What the heck have I been doing for 2 hours?!?!
iTunes playlist: Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy; Boring/ Three Wishes/ Secret/ Patience by The Pierces (the new artist I've discovered :)
Recommended blog: http://thatschic.blogspot.com/
You know you love me,
xoxo
The science of happiness.
Saturday, March 1, 2008, 5:11 PM
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One of my subjects this year is Community And Family Studies (aka CAFS). I absolutely and utterly love that subject. Lot's of discussion and delving into people's private lives but more importantly than that, delving into one's own life.
Our current topic is 'Resource Management'. A-wah? Yeah, I know. The basic concepts of resource management are well being, needs & wants, resources (obviously), values & standards, goals and all that jazz.
Sounds fun, eh? I chose this subject because it would greatly prepare my mind for psychology. I aim to be a psychologist/ psychiatrist/ whatever psych there is. Anything involving the human mind (helping others while learning about their noggins is a plus). I was going to do Criminology which is this 1 unit class. Not enough people chose the subject so it was dropped. I'm actually glad about that! It'd be creepy to suddenly understand how criminals think at my age. I believe my childish stalking games are enough, for now.
My blog title was taken from this article my class read concerning the concept of well being. Well being relates to the way a person feels about their life, the satisfaction of and access to needs, and their ability to obtain their wants through adequate resources. The range of factors that can impact on well being are related to the physical, emotional, spiritual, economic and political status of the person.
If your overall well being is good, you are happy, satisfied. Hence the article on happiness. It was titled, "The science of happiness." (SMH - health and science, Apr 13, 2006)
Basically, the article tries to define happiness though the first sentence explains how "it's one of those things, like art, that's hard to explain, yet we know it when we see it." The article then focuses on how to achieve happiness, the most elusive of all emotions that scientists have really been working on for the past 3 decades.
It then explains how your overall well being affects your happiness. The most effective of all is love.
In terms of money, populations of wealthier countries are generally happier than those of poorer countries due to improved standards of living. Though more money increases well being, it only does so to a point. Acquisitiveness is a known happiness suppressant. Material things that make us feel good over a short term cease to have effect after we adjust to them, so we keep buying and buying to restore that feeling once more.
Happiest of all are those who experience "flow". An optimal experience resulting from meeting a challenge or creating/achieving something significant.
Apparently happiness is affected by gender, age and hereditary. Women are happier than men, you're happiest when you're extremely young or extremely old, happiness, or conversely, depression can be "genetically hardwired". It is also affected by your family environment.
Nothing suss if all these aspects are negative for you - optimism can be learned.
For the full article, click here: http://www.smh.com.au/news/depression/the-science-of-happiness/2006/04/12/1144521401595.html?page=fullpage
Reading that article allowed me to understand not only myself more, but others too :)
Our current topic is 'Resource Management'. A-wah? Yeah, I know. The basic concepts of resource management are well being, needs & wants, resources (obviously), values & standards, goals and all that jazz.
Sounds fun, eh? I chose this subject because it would greatly prepare my mind for psychology. I aim to be a psychologist/ psychiatrist/ whatever psych there is. Anything involving the human mind (helping others while learning about their noggins is a plus). I was going to do Criminology which is this 1 unit class. Not enough people chose the subject so it was dropped. I'm actually glad about that! It'd be creepy to suddenly understand how criminals think at my age. I believe my childish stalking games are enough, for now.
My blog title was taken from this article my class read concerning the concept of well being. Well being relates to the way a person feels about their life, the satisfaction of and access to needs, and their ability to obtain their wants through adequate resources. The range of factors that can impact on well being are related to the physical, emotional, spiritual, economic and political status of the person.
If your overall well being is good, you are happy, satisfied. Hence the article on happiness. It was titled, "The science of happiness." (SMH - health and science, Apr 13, 2006)
Basically, the article tries to define happiness though the first sentence explains how "it's one of those things, like art, that's hard to explain, yet we know it when we see it." The article then focuses on how to achieve happiness, the most elusive of all emotions that scientists have really been working on for the past 3 decades.
It then explains how your overall well being affects your happiness. The most effective of all is love.
"The intimacy, belonging and support provided by close personal relationships
seem to matter most." - Richard Eckersley, co-author of The Australian Unity
Wellbeing Index.
In terms of money, populations of wealthier countries are generally happier than those of poorer countries due to improved standards of living. Though more money increases well being, it only does so to a point. Acquisitiveness is a known happiness suppressant. Material things that make us feel good over a short term cease to have effect after we adjust to them, so we keep buying and buying to restore that feeling once more.
Values, it seems, matter when it comes to happiness. A sense of meaning or purpose is the single attribute most closely correlated with overall life
satisfaction. Just what gives life meanings varies from individual to individual
but it tends to be linked with a sense of connection with something - from a
like-minded group to a common belief system, cause or goal - bigger than
oneself. This could explain why many studies show religious faith and church attendance, which incorporates all these factors, promotes subjective well
being.
Happiest of all are those who experience "flow". An optimal experience resulting from meeting a challenge or creating/achieving something significant.
Apparently happiness is affected by gender, age and hereditary. Women are happier than men, you're happiest when you're extremely young or extremely old, happiness, or conversely, depression can be "genetically hardwired". It is also affected by your family environment.
Nothing suss if all these aspects are negative for you - optimism can be learned.
For the full article, click here: http://www.smh.com.au/news/depression/the-science-of-happiness/2006/04/12/1144521401595.html?page=fullpage
Reading that article allowed me to understand not only myself more, but others too :)
