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First and foremost, I would like to wish Steenbus a very happy 16th birthday! I wish you all the best with whatever you do, I'll be there to support you every step of the way like you have with me :) Also a big birthday shout out to Hansel aka Green eggs & Hans! Hope you guys had a smashing birthday~!~!~!
Today was a fantastic day despite it being the one to kick start off my examination period. The morning was a complete daze, I was in the library for 2 hours trying to study for Modern History. I love the fact that all the Modern History students gathered together at a table to study and help each other out. I revised so much information, it felt like the info took up all the memory in my head! (It's probably worth 512MB)
To my surprise, my Modern Hist half yearly was only 1/7th of what I studied. It was so simple! A page of short answers and 2 long response questions. I hope that in saying the test was 'simple' I won't be' jinxing' my results or something..
So with 1 exam down and 5 to go, Steen and I decided to head off to Tommy's for a nutritional lunch :) Consequently, 'Britney', Davis and William were there and we had a fab talk about Pokemon, Indian stereotypes, the fact that a 'large' box of Tommy's chips is pretty freaking large, Mariah Carey's latest single, MILFs and 'how to grab a girl's attention at a party'. The conversation lasted longer than expected so we decided to drag it out to the park, ha. (The man at Tommy's was looking very suss.) The 'How To' guide continued as Tony pretended to be a girl and William tried his luck to grab Tony's attention. Lol to the max! On our way back to school (to study) the boys 'serenaded' Steen with "Side Effects" as a birthday present.
When we arrived at school, Steen, Thuy and I weren't bothered to study French so we sat down and ate what was left of the box of Tommy's. Steen and I decided that today was one of the best (in terms of conversations) and that we should continue for the rest of the week. (As relief from examinations.)
Lesson learnt: boys aren't so foreign after all. Oh, and they dig hot, I mean, pretty mums.
Anyways, I must study now. Wish me luck for the rest of week! I've got English and Biology tomorrow - more about that later ;)
You know you miss me,
xoxo
Publish My Love
Monday, May 26, 2008, 11:55 PM
Don't it always seem to go that 'you don't know what you got, til it's gone'?
Monday, May 19, 2008, 8:39 PM
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Like, youthful innocence for example. I started organising my table contents today, since y'know, organised work table = organised work life. Duh. The cleaning up took longer than expected as I delved into the forgotten realm of my younger years (I'm talkin' primary to teenybopper Year 8 years). I was happy and sad at the same time; happy because I've rediscovered these documents and sad because it's collected dust from the past. I also uncovered some pretty 'hectic' primary school photos:
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Back to my desk clearing, as I rummaged through the past, I took particular interest in my academic progress over the years. I sure was a bright student from the very beginning (in all modesty). My average was an A and my lowest was C (for stupid Agriculture. What. The. Yeah, I used to go Hoxton, we had a farm at the back. We sophisticated!)
I was a total nerd in Year 8, esp. in English. One day we had to write a mini essay based on the phrase "How I Chose To Live My Life":
Yeah, total noobage. Who the heck uses 'yadda yadda' & 'way better' in an essay??!?!?! And who the heck forgets that Forest Gump line? There are many things I was too young to know better of. Like, those blank lines for example. I disclosed something very private in that essay (and yes, this essay was read out loud, by yours truly). Those were the days when you would tell the bigmouth your innermost secret because you thought your trust would change the size of their mouth (so to speak). Secondly, I don't consider myself 'religious'. To me, that is showcasing that you have a religious belief and that you think it makes you better than everyone else. Well, I say 'nay' to that sort of mentality. No one is ever better than anyone else. I truly believe that we are all equal - we all bleed red.
I have so much more to tell you guys about (i.e. more documents!) Ha, I embarrass myself! Til next time! ;)
You know you love me,
xoxo
(Click to enlarge)
I used to be cute, right?
Wicked shot. I even done my own hair that day.
For your own amusement.
I had this mega crush on that blonde, 2nd row, 3rd from the right.
MmMmm. I have this vivid memory back in the days when you had to elect Class Presidents in Primary. Half the guys got up and faced the whiteboard as the remaining students raised their hands to show the teacher how many students wanted a particular to become the Male Class President. Among my friends, the plan was to raise all our hands to elect Chris cos he was like, uber popular. The boys stood in alphabetical order and since Billy comes before Chris.. I raised my hand for Billy. Aaaaaaaah! I thought. And to make matters worse, I was the only one to raise their hand for Billy. Ha.
Hawt.
There was this phase where curly hair was the new freaking black so I begged my parents for curly hair. My wish was granted on one condition: that my father would have to take me. I knew this was entering a danger zone (for those who know my embarrassing father)but c'mon, it's curly hair! 2 hours later I came home with a perm. Dandy. Anyways, this is a few months later and I guess I got the curls I wanted. Except during this time straight hair was in. Gosh. P.S. Ignore the marks on random faces. My sister went crazy with permanent marker. And no, that is not a heart between my portrait and the guy diagonally across from me :)
Wicked shot. I even done my own hair that day.
For your own amusement.
I had this mega crush on that blonde, 2nd row, 3rd from the right.
MmMmm. I have this vivid memory back in the days when you had to elect Class Presidents in Primary. Half the guys got up and faced the whiteboard as the remaining students raised their hands to show the teacher how many students wanted a particular to become the Male Class President. Among my friends, the plan was to raise all our hands to elect Chris cos he was like, uber popular. The boys stood in alphabetical order and since Billy comes before Chris.. I raised my hand for Billy. Aaaaaaaah! I thought. And to make matters worse, I was the only one to raise their hand for Billy. Ha.
Hawt.
There was this phase where curly hair was the new freaking black so I begged my parents for curly hair. My wish was granted on one condition: that my father would have to take me. I knew this was entering a danger zone (for those who know my embarrassing father)but c'mon, it's curly hair! 2 hours later I came home with a perm. Dandy. Anyways, this is a few months later and I guess I got the curls I wanted. Except during this time straight hair was in. Gosh. P.S. Ignore the marks on random faces. My sister went crazy with permanent marker. And no, that is not a heart between my portrait and the guy diagonally across from me :)--
Back to my desk clearing, as I rummaged through the past, I took particular interest in my academic progress over the years. I sure was a bright student from the very beginning (in all modesty). My average was an A and my lowest was C (for stupid Agriculture. What. The. Yeah, I used to go Hoxton, we had a farm at the back. We sophisticated!)
I was a total nerd in Year 8, esp. in English. One day we had to write a mini essay based on the phrase "How I Chose To Live My Life":
'The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and staff comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.'
- Psalm 23:1-6
Christianity. My religious belief. Ever since I left my mum's womb on the 29th of April, I was a Christian. I believed in my Saviour, my spiritual Father, Lord Jesus Christ. Yes everyone had their beliefs: Buddha, Virgin Mary, Jesus, Santa Claus, leprechauns yadda yadda. Not necessarily all religious, but something to look up to, to look forward to. Santa equals to Christmas and the Easter Bunny equals to, well, Easter. My point is, Christianity shapes my life. If not for Jesus, us Christians believe that without His resurrection we all would've died in our sin. But not everyone is Christian, so not everyone will believe this. But I do.
Being Christian lets me have a reason to have faith in something that I cannot see, that I cannot hear. Being Christian gave me my many church friends. Being Christian opened my eyes to the greater good. I know the 10 commandments are there to follow and that the Bible is there to inspire. I know that I should love thy neighbour, that I should love my enemies, as I love myself. I know prayer is love through words to God. By knowing this, I know that bring good is way better than being bad in the long run.
People think that being religious is a disadvantage in your social records because if you're 'Christian', you automatically 'have to go to Church'. But I consider it as a privilege. It makes you feel good to sing songs of praise. People look up to you when you let loose and sing your heart out. (It's a sign of faith.) It makes you feel good when you are baptised. You feel clean and you feel ready to depend on God. You are cleansed.
God's words inspire me. They make me want to say and do something to make someones day. Sometimes when I'm down in the dumps, I think of what God would do. I've experienced many challenges in life, but God helps me out. I might not have hard proof of what God has done for me but it's nice to think of all the wondrous things He's done in my life.
I've experienced this one time when ______________. I saw it with my own eyes. With the help of my Pastor and his wife, they comforted my family through the words of God. ________________________. When I look back, I thank God that my family hasn't fallen apart like in those sad movies. My mum says she'll never leave my dad for anything. She thinks that her children will grow up screwed. Nice one, mum. I do admit that my family has the occasional biff but we get over it.
As Forest Gump goes, 'Life is a box of chocolates. You never know what's inside it' (or something similar). I agree. You never know what's around the next corner. At least I know God will be there for me with every step I take.
Yeah, total noobage. Who the heck uses 'yadda yadda' & 'way better' in an essay??!?!?! And who the heck forgets that Forest Gump line? There are many things I was too young to know better of. Like, those blank lines for example. I disclosed something very private in that essay (and yes, this essay was read out loud, by yours truly). Those were the days when you would tell the bigmouth your innermost secret because you thought your trust would change the size of their mouth (so to speak). Secondly, I don't consider myself 'religious'. To me, that is showcasing that you have a religious belief and that you think it makes you better than everyone else. Well, I say 'nay' to that sort of mentality. No one is ever better than anyone else. I truly believe that we are all equal - we all bleed red.
I have so much more to tell you guys about (i.e. more documents!) Ha, I embarrass myself! Til next time! ;)
You know you love me,
xoxo
Labels: Boys, God, School, Self-Identity
Lazy Week Mood Activated
Monday, March 31, 2008, 11:25 PM
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Okay, so I'm really not bothered to blog about today even though it was super interestingggggggggg. Luckily enough I've got blogger friends who are on blogging streaks so I can mooch off them (while giving credit of course).
This was what happened between Steen & I at Lunch - Steen's latest blog entry:
Basically, we over analysed our current situation by relating it to past situations. That's kinda what all girls do. Well, girls like me. I don't think anyone who buys Burger Rings would be able to make decisions regarding their love lives based on the packaging but that was what Steen and I did. Which probably means we made it all up, but the analogy worked out well. Reading this, you'd probably be totally confizzled right now, so I'm guessing it's on of those "You had to be there!" moments.
Oh and yes, I also watched the Melbourne Comedy Festival Gala of 2008! It was seriously side splitting! If you watched it also, you could classify my humour with the likes of the "Kristen Schaal is a horse" act. I know, I know. IT WAS STUPID! BUT I loved it. Utterly loved it. I also fancied the first couple of acts then I felt it went sort of bland in the middle.
Nothing else to say, just that I'm trying really hard to sleep earlier this week (!)
You know you love me,
xoxo
P.S> Oh my goodness, Chris Crocker looks pretty here. This is a 5 second video entitled, Best video EVER! where he blinks twice. Awesomeeeeee (!)
This was what happened between Steen & I at Lunch - Steen's latest blog entry:
#17 Food can tell you SO much
Monday, March 31, 2008
I thought i'd just blog to let ya'll know im still breathing. Today while Jenny and I were walking to the canteen, we started talking about our love lives. Well i got carried away so when it was my turn to buy i didnt know what to buy, so i just
stared at the chips stand for a good 30 seconds and finally said "can i get a packet of burger rings please". Got out of line and realised i wanted Doritos not Burger Rings. We talked some more and then some how got to the topic of comparing food with our love lives. So after doing some experiments (running around asking random people what they think the Burger Rings were saying to them, let go? OR dont let go?) we have come to a conclusion that my head wants me to not let go (burger rings) but my heart wants me to let go (doritos) and the reason why im not letting go is because
"im hungry for love". Well Jenny bought one of those heart lollipops and i accidently dropped it and it smashed SO she's brokenhearted at the moment = LOLOL it was an awesome lunch :D
OMG GALA Comedy Fest is on! it's absolutly positively ROFL-ING hilarious! I wish i was a comedian :( damn you funny people! you can make so much money by saying stupid things *sigh i reckon thats the best profession out there.
Im gonna go stalk comedians now (;
Basically, we over analysed our current situation by relating it to past situations. That's kinda what all girls do. Well, girls like me. I don't think anyone who buys Burger Rings would be able to make decisions regarding their love lives based on the packaging but that was what Steen and I did. Which probably means we made it all up, but the analogy worked out well. Reading this, you'd probably be totally confizzled right now, so I'm guessing it's on of those "You had to be there!" moments.
I love You Had To Be There moments~!@#!
Oh and yes, I also watched the Melbourne Comedy Festival Gala of 2008! It was seriously side splitting! If you watched it also, you could classify my humour with the likes of the "Kristen Schaal is a horse" act. I know, I know. IT WAS STUPID! BUT I loved it. Utterly loved it. I also fancied the first couple of acts then I felt it went sort of bland in the middle.
Nothing else to say, just that I'm trying really hard to sleep earlier this week (!)
You know you love me,
xoxo
P.S> Oh my goodness, Chris Crocker looks pretty here. This is a 5 second video entitled, Best video EVER! where he blinks twice. Awesomeeeeee (!)
Labels: School
Michael Cera? HelloOo ;)
Thursday, March 20, 2008, 3:48 PM
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Yesssssssssssss. I finished that report I was whinging about. Like, today o__o I totally didn't do anything yesterday, had no motivation! So when I finished, I was pretty pleased. I was going to post it up for you stalkers to read but I decided not to. (I gotta get my marks back before its safe to post!) It only took me 2 hours to do after finding motivation from thin air (at 9am in the morning). I stayed home like a sucker, pulled a really bad fake sickie.
Me: *Grabs stomach* Owwwww... I have a stomach acheeee.
Dad: *Looks back to my brother in his sports uniform* Okay, I get it. You don't want to run the Cross Country today.
Me: Uh.. yeah. That.
I bludged until 9am then had that motivation spark and finished at 11am. Told my dad to hand it in to the office for me (yeah, yeah, that assessment manual said NOT to do that). I sure hope he didn't act Asian and just leave it on the counter.
Not only did I manage to do a 6 week report in 2 hours, I cleaned my room (and the whole entire house for that matter), done other chores then decided to go bike riding.
Bike riding is soooo in ;) (Says who? Says me!)
I biked for an incredible 1 hour and took the bike trail near my house. At that time I totally forgot that it was the same trail my schools Cross Country was running! Silly me went bike riding the day the school had Cross Country at the hottest hour of the day. Freaking 2pm.
On top of that, the year that was running at that time was my year. So all these people in my grade saw me bike riding. I hope they think bike riding is cool. No wait, I hope not. The dorkier the situation, the more Michael Cera I become.
He is so adorkable. He's the epitome of awkward situations. This is shamelessly ripped off from Girlfriend magazine but its a really good example of a Michael Cera situation: Seeing someone you know a few metres away, making eye contact, looking down, not knowing whether or not you know them well enough to wave Hello. So you don't.
Oh and, I don't buy Girlfriend. My friend does 8-)
Whenever I ride my bike, I listen to this rad radio station FBI, 94.5FM. It's an independent Sydney-based station and has the best music evurrrr. I don't really have the time to sit down with my pen and paper out to note songs and stuff, but today on the way home I was listening to this song. The lyrics totally grabbed me. It was Moving To New York by The Wombats:
So like, I've heard of The Wombats but I didn't really take notice of them. The first song I heard from them was Kill The Director. That song is fantastic also but the beat of the song turned me off the first listen. I don't know why because now that I listen to it, I think it's quite catchy. Esp. the Bridget Jones part. The lyrics are cute and relate-able.
Me: *Grabs stomach* Owwwww... I have a stomach acheeee.
Dad: *Looks back to my brother in his sports uniform* Okay, I get it. You don't want to run the Cross Country today.
Me: Uh.. yeah. That.
I bludged until 9am then had that motivation spark and finished at 11am. Told my dad to hand it in to the office for me (yeah, yeah, that assessment manual said NOT to do that). I sure hope he didn't act Asian and just leave it on the counter.
Not only did I manage to do a 6 week report in 2 hours, I cleaned my room (and the whole entire house for that matter), done other chores then decided to go bike riding.
Bike riding is soooo in ;) (Says who? Says me!)
I biked for an incredible 1 hour and took the bike trail near my house. At that time I totally forgot that it was the same trail my schools Cross Country was running! Silly me went bike riding the day the school had Cross Country at the hottest hour of the day. Freaking 2pm.
On top of that, the year that was running at that time was my year. So all these people in my grade saw me bike riding. I hope they think bike riding is cool. No wait, I hope not. The dorkier the situation, the more Michael Cera I become.
He is so adorkable. He's the epitome of awkward situations. This is shamelessly ripped off from Girlfriend magazine but its a really good example of a Michael Cera situation: Seeing someone you know a few metres away, making eye contact, looking down, not knowing whether or not you know them well enough to wave Hello. So you don't.
Oh and, I don't buy Girlfriend. My friend does 8-)
Whenever I ride my bike, I listen to this rad radio station FBI, 94.5FM. It's an independent Sydney-based station and has the best music evurrrr. I don't really have the time to sit down with my pen and paper out to note songs and stuff, but today on the way home I was listening to this song. The lyrics totally grabbed me. It was Moving To New York by The Wombats:
I've just had the craziest week
Like a party bag of lies, booze and then deceit
And I don't know why I want to voice this out loud
It's therapeutic somehow
So like, I've heard of The Wombats but I didn't really take notice of them. The first song I heard from them was Kill The Director. That song is fantastic also but the beat of the song turned me off the first listen. I don't know why because now that I listen to it, I think it's quite catchy. Esp. the Bridget Jones part. The lyrics are cute and relate-able.
I've met someone that makes me feel seasick
Oh what a skill to have
Oh what a skill to have
The lead singer sounds a bit like Kele Okereke of Bloc Party. Both songs are worth listening to and over analysing so check em outttt!
*Clears throat* So it's come to my attention that some people don't like my blog. (Refer to poll on side bar). Why not? Actually, why didn't you guys leave a comment or something so I at least know why my blog isn't your 'thang'. I'm not saying I'll change my blog just to suit your needs but like.. yeah. I totally asked for it, didn't I? By putting that poll up. Oh, wretched me.
Hmm, my face is red like a tomato. Sunscreen does not do me justice!!!! And I'm not really a hat person =/ Even though I keep saying how much I want the school's latest uniform addition, the bucket hat. Ha. It's just cute, okay? Like, dorky cute. Like Michael Cera cute. Like [insert stalkees name] cute - the one who carries around Christmas shopping bags. Oh, have I told you that he's got another one? It's a pretty blue colour :) He's so fashionable.
What was I on about? I need to chill to LazyTown~!~!~! (ABC1, 4:10pm weekdays).
(LOL! Is that guy for-realzzzzz? You gotta watch it, the guy is so plastic. In both senses too. He's the evil guy in the show. Gosh, his face is evil!)
You know you love me,
xoxo
iTunes playlist: Kill The Director by The Wombats; Moving To New York by The Wombats; Kissing Song by Dawn Landes; No Party by New Buffalo
Tell Me Why..
Wednesday, March 19, 2008, 7:11 PM
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.. Why I'm so lazy? Gosh, procrastination to the max. I've got a 3 page report to do for CAFS and I'm not bothered to finish off the half that I started. It's due tomorrow and I've got less than 8 hours to accomplish 6 weeks worth of work.
Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving.
Oh, and as a continuation of my last post on wishes - yeah, I've got a wish in mind. BUT I'M SO NOT TELLING YOU! :s (P.S> It's got nothing to do with my age or school work!)
You know you still love me,
xoxo
Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving. Wish I was 30, flirty and thriving.
Oh, and as a continuation of my last post on wishes - yeah, I've got a wish in mind. BUT I'M SO NOT TELLING YOU! :s (P.S> It's got nothing to do with my age or school work!)
You know you still love me,
xoxo
Oh, what good is it to live with nothing left to give.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008, 10:08 PM
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I know, I know - should be doing my English essay. Yet I have this massive urge to post these lyrics up. I'm always listening to music when I'm doing work and this song came on. It instantly grabbed my attention as I tuned into the lyrics. Highly recommended download :)
Swallowed In The Sea by Coldplay
You cut me down a tree and brought it back to me
And that's what made me see where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf and kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself, you can only blame me
And I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well that's where I belong and you belong with me
And I could write it down or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found or swallowed in the sea
You put me on a line and hung me out to dry
Darling, that's when I decide to go see you
You cut me down to size and opened up my eyes
Made me realize what I could not see
And I could write a book, the one they'll say that shook the world
And then it took, it took it back from me
And I could write it down or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found and you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
And I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong and you belong with me
The streets you’re walking on, a thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong and you belong with me
Oh, what good is it to live with nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive, not loving all you see
Oh, the streets you’re walking on a thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong and you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me, not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Oh, stress stress stress. I shall be going to the library as much as I can tomorrow - during and after school. There was a brief talk about the state library today with Chris and Vee. They say inside its dead silent and has the perfect atmosphere to study in. I must nerd it out there one day!
Back to English essay I go :(
You know you love me,
xoxo
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
My Minds A Mess
Monday, March 10, 2008, 9:12 PM
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I've got a lot of homework. Just thought you'd like to know why I can't vomit out a whole page of daily recapping.
iTunes playlist: Hearts A Mess by Gotye; Hawaii by Meiko; Clowns by Goldfrapp; Photographs & Memories by Jason Reeves
iTunes playlist: Hearts A Mess by Gotye; Hawaii by Meiko; Clowns by Goldfrapp; Photographs & Memories by Jason Reeves
"Oh God."
Monday, March 3, 2008, 11:15 PM
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Ooooh, don't you just love Mondays?
Me neither.
I think my Monday-itis experience is influenced by triple sport in the morning. Today was a continuation of 3 goal soccer. For those who don't know me well - I am the most unco person to have ever graced this earth. I catch with my face, hit with my face, everything -face. To my surprise, my team won all our games today. *Cough* With 3 soccer players on the team.
Speaking of coughs, Emmie had a coughing spazz today and totally infected me. I'm known for never getting sick and for that, my mum ever-so-affectionately likes to refer to me as having 'the skin of a bull'. Nah, it's not a Viet idiom. I think its just my mum.
It's not just sick people, its the damn weather these days. The first few days of Autumn are actually hotter than the last few days of Summer. GOSH!~!@~@@~! Is it just Australian weather or is this the affect of global warming?
After sport were year assemblies, mine entailed lots of lecturing emphasising the importance of the next 2 years. There was a lot of, 'If you are not dedicated to your studies, why did you even choose to come back in the first place?' I hope that question made all the disruptive kidzz think. Most of the people who don't want to be at school didn't really have a choice so it was fairly nice to hear my year advisor saying that if that was the case, they would gladly help students choose an alternative to school and also have chats with their parents.
N2S: Utilise the Student Learning Centre. Its another classroom that just happens to have computers and textbooks available for use. Will come in real handy when I'm found procrastinating the day before a major exam. Which won't happen of course! *Knocks on wood*
Had recess after that, every Standard English student was stressing over their speech. Believe it or not, Standard is looking way more enticing compared to my current Advanced situation. I don't understand my class. We're all supposed to be of a higher level than Standard, yet 90% of my Advanced class does not put in the effort with their homework that 75% of Standard students do with their speeches. Makes me feel frustrated when I realise I'm the only dork who does their homework. Why should I feel ashamed for actually doing my work?!!??!!? AGAGAGAGA! It makes me reflect back to what my Year Advisor said once more, 'If you are not dedicated to your studies, why did you even choose to come back in the first place?'
But alas, I'll be starting English tutoring tomorrow with Sarah Transexual. Quite convenient considering her house is 1 minute away from mine and she is a friend (with benefits!) It's strange because I haven't had tutoring since Year 7. I quit because tutoring wasn't my 'thang'. People are surprised when they hear that and say that I'm a natural (!), but I say I'm self-taught.
French was after my rawther dull English lesson, which lifted my spirits. I absolutely and utterly adore French. Everything French. The language, the people, the fashion, the music, the foooood. Just the very essence of France is tres elegant. I've been dying to learn French since ever and now that I am, I find that ambition and determination shall conquer all those people in my class who think that they need oh so little practice in order to sound better than everyone else. Tuh!
I finished the day the most wonderful way - with CAFS :) We done a role play today using the concept of communication, both verbal and non-verbal. Heavens to Betsey, I haven't giggled so much in my life. (Well, I have. But this is for effect.) We had this worksheet where we had to interpret the meaning of people's facial expressions, stances and gestures.
See the guy I circled in pink? When Ms Malki asked us what we thought it conveyed, Emmie replied with: "Oh God". (While doing the gesture herself) It was the funniest thing everrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Goodness, I cracked up so bad. The rest of the afternoon I responded with that gesture to every question/ statement/ move Emmie made. Oh and the one circled in blue was 'confidence' according to Ms' answer sheet. Yeah, totally.
School ended 2:50ish, departed from Emmie with an "Oh God" then skippidee dooed to my car. I totally loved today's episode of 'Me, Eloise!' :D She is so cute/ spoilt/ bratty! I love how there is so much expression for a cartoon. Esp. that time Eloise told Nicole that Bill had a new girlfriend every week. Nicole = o___o Ha.
After that I fell asleep (!), woke up in a sudden jolt, showered at 6:30, crashed on the couch in time for SYTYCD - I feel that Steph & Marco were the weakest couple considering Stephanie's inflexible nature (i.e. with dance) I then realised I totally screwed up my schedule by having that cat nap.
Sooo.. as you can see, that cat nap set me back an hour! I just felt blah afterwards and wasn't in the mood to do anything so I watched South Park. It was.. lol! (If I were to explain, that'd be another rant) My cat nap killed off 2 hours worth of studiessssssss. Those 2 hours were for preparation of study notes and such. Since a Study Workshop held earlier last month taught my grade about making notes every night for every subject, I tried my best to do so. So far its been 6 weeks of school and .. I have one page of study notes for Biology, 2 for French, 5 for CAFS (test on Weds).
I started homework at like, 10:30PM finished at 11:30PM then hopped on to blog about my wonderfully extra ordinary day
I hope this blog doesn't take over my life :o
iTunes playlist: We Don't Need Legs To Stand by Sufjan Stevens; Intuition (Live) by Feist; A&E by Goldfrapp and Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy.
You know you love me,
xoxo
Me neither.
I think my Monday-itis experience is influenced by triple sport in the morning. Today was a continuation of 3 goal soccer. For those who don't know me well - I am the most unco person to have ever graced this earth. I catch with my face, hit with my face, everything -face. To my surprise, my team won all our games today. *Cough* With 3 soccer players on the team.
Speaking of coughs, Emmie had a coughing spazz today and totally infected me. I'm known for never getting sick and for that, my mum ever-so-affectionately likes to refer to me as having 'the skin of a bull'. Nah, it's not a Viet idiom. I think its just my mum.
It's not just sick people, its the damn weather these days. The first few days of Autumn are actually hotter than the last few days of Summer. GOSH!~!@~@@~! Is it just Australian weather or is this the affect of global warming?
After sport were year assemblies, mine entailed lots of lecturing emphasising the importance of the next 2 years. There was a lot of, 'If you are not dedicated to your studies, why did you even choose to come back in the first place?' I hope that question made all the disruptive kidzz think. Most of the people who don't want to be at school didn't really have a choice so it was fairly nice to hear my year advisor saying that if that was the case, they would gladly help students choose an alternative to school and also have chats with their parents.
N2S: Utilise the Student Learning Centre. Its another classroom that just happens to have computers and textbooks available for use. Will come in real handy when I'm found procrastinating the day before a major exam. Which won't happen of course! *Knocks on wood*
Had recess after that, every Standard English student was stressing over their speech. Believe it or not, Standard is looking way more enticing compared to my current Advanced situation. I don't understand my class. We're all supposed to be of a higher level than Standard, yet 90% of my Advanced class does not put in the effort with their homework that 75% of Standard students do with their speeches. Makes me feel frustrated when I realise I'm the only dork who does their homework. Why should I feel ashamed for actually doing my work?!!??!!? AGAGAGAGA! It makes me reflect back to what my Year Advisor said once more, 'If you are not dedicated to your studies, why did you even choose to come back in the first place?'
But alas, I'll be starting English tutoring tomorrow with Sarah Transexual. Quite convenient considering her house is 1 minute away from mine and she is a friend (with benefits!) It's strange because I haven't had tutoring since Year 7. I quit because tutoring wasn't my 'thang'. People are surprised when they hear that and say that I'm a natural (!), but I say I'm self-taught.
French was after my rawther dull English lesson, which lifted my spirits. I absolutely and utterly adore French. Everything French. The language, the people, the fashion, the music, the foooood. Just the very essence of France is tres elegant. I've been dying to learn French since ever and now that I am, I find that ambition and determination shall conquer all those people in my class who think that they need oh so little practice in order to sound better than everyone else. Tuh!
I finished the day the most wonderful way - with CAFS :) We done a role play today using the concept of communication, both verbal and non-verbal. Heavens to Betsey, I haven't giggled so much in my life. (Well, I have. But this is for effect.) We had this worksheet where we had to interpret the meaning of people's facial expressions, stances and gestures.
See the guy I circled in pink? When Ms Malki asked us what we thought it conveyed, Emmie replied with: "Oh God". (While doing the gesture herself) It was the funniest thing everrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Goodness, I cracked up so bad. The rest of the afternoon I responded with that gesture to every question/ statement/ move Emmie made. Oh and the one circled in blue was 'confidence' according to Ms' answer sheet. Yeah, totally.School ended 2:50ish, departed from Emmie with an "Oh God" then skippidee dooed to my car. I totally loved today's episode of 'Me, Eloise!' :D She is so cute/ spoilt/ bratty! I love how there is so much expression for a cartoon. Esp. that time Eloise told Nicole that Bill had a new girlfriend every week. Nicole = o___o Ha.
After that I fell asleep (!), woke up in a sudden jolt, showered at 6:30, crashed on the couch in time for SYTYCD - I feel that Steph & Marco were the weakest couple considering Stephanie's inflexible nature (i.e. with dance) I then realised I totally screwed up my schedule by having that cat nap.
SCHEDULE - Mon, 3/3
4:30PM - Homework
5:30PM - Shower
6:30PM - Homework
7:30PM - SYTYCD
9:30PM - Homework
10:30PM - Free bird! Wee! (Literally had that on my white board)
Sooo.. as you can see, that cat nap set me back an hour! I just felt blah afterwards and wasn't in the mood to do anything so I watched South Park. It was.. lol! (If I were to explain, that'd be another rant) My cat nap killed off 2 hours worth of studiessssssss. Those 2 hours were for preparation of study notes and such. Since a Study Workshop held earlier last month taught my grade about making notes every night for every subject, I tried my best to do so. So far its been 6 weeks of school and .. I have one page of study notes for Biology, 2 for French, 5 for CAFS (test on Weds).
I started homework at like, 10:30PM finished at 11:30PM then hopped on to blog about my wonderfully extra ordinary day
I hope this blog doesn't take over my life :o
iTunes playlist: We Don't Need Legs To Stand by Sufjan Stevens; Intuition (Live) by Feist; A&E by Goldfrapp and Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy.
You know you love me,
xoxo
Labels: School
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 :)
