On getting things that I need and rid of others that I don't

29 June, 2009

Exams over again for another semester. I dread to think how I did but the most I can wish for is that I not fail. The thought of repeating any of this semester's subjects fills me with an uncanny dread.

I figure I don't like my course at the moment is that we have yet to begin any discipline-orientated subjects--unlike you people in Medicine, Law or Commerce. So far, the past three semesters have been filled with endless year 12-esque days and subjects. The prophesy of 'change' that I had expected from tertiary education has yet to be fulfilled.

Now, on to what I had wanted to talk about.

In my parents' absence from the house (and my increased free time) I have set about cleaning up the mess I seem to have left in my wake throughout the year.

First and foremost (in fact, the moment I got home from my last exam) I cleared my desk of all papers to do with Quantum Mechanics, Special Relativity, Maths and Programming and chucked them all in the recycling bin. The next day, the recycling truck came and took them away. Great therapy--much recommended.

Secondly, I cleared out my desk drawers and cleared out receipts and random bits of paper and ticket stubs. The things I hoard. =_=

Today, oh glorious day, I took out all the drawers under my bed (so I have one of those bunk/storage beds with drawers under) and chucked all the old clothes that: I will never wear, have been worn tissue-thin, not cotton/organic materials (mainly hideous items my Grandma sends over from China--I've awfully allergic *wry face*), holey (socks) and so old that it no longer retains its original shape and purpose. No, I don't hoard clothes--Dad is just loathe to let me throw out things because he has such a bad hoarding mindset and I'm just plain lazy during the year when I'm studying.

Now I'm lying back with an itchy nose from all that dust and chaos and thinking about the things I still have to do--going to see my dentist, for one. Ugh.

Oh, and speaking of gettings things I need, suddenly everything I have has just fallen apart at the seams. I bet someone told them that the semester was over and they could let themselves go. My bag strap's unstitching itself from the bag. My wallet just went *rip* the morning I went to the LAN party (haha, yes I did) and half of it is gaping open. My coin purse is AWOL--I hope I didn't have much in it when it went. :x

On the other hand, I went and got myself an iPod (goodbye, Sansa, I couldn't deal with your screenlessness anymore ♥) and a 1TB hard drive! :D Oh, and a new jacket, but that was torturous and not at all fun. -_-

Yes, I shall go and call my dentist now.

On my Sansa, pwning your English

11 March, 2009

I have my Sansa on non-shuffle because, well, I once smashed the screen (very accidentally!) with my Linear Algebra textbook (damn you, mathematics! You stand in the way of my music! D:) and it now shows no more than blackness sprinkled with the bright pinpoints of stars.

Yeah.

And my music is varied enough that it's like the thing's playing on shuffle anyway. Just that the names are in alphabetical order--no biggie.

So the other day I decided to spice things up a little bit and changed it to play on shuffle (don't tell me how much of a dorkus I am that I can remember the button/scroll combination to manage the settings on my mp3 player without being able to see Jack Schitt on the screen.) Here's a brief summary of what I got:

French--Chinese--French--Chinese--French--Korean--French.

Holy fuck, where did all my whitebread songs go?

Everlast--French--Korean.

Oh, well, there you go then.

Honestly, sometimes I forget how non-English my songs are. It's like when I did that shuffle meme on Facebook the other day and got:

1/ Tactikollectif!--Bella Ciao
2/ Bénabar--Triste Compagne
3/ The Red Army Choir--Katyusha
4/ The Cat Empire--Voodoo Cowboy
5/ Barry Manilow--Copacabana
6/ Marlene Dietrich--Lili Marleen
7/ Metallica--Enter Sandman
8/ Rammstein--Büch Dich
9/ The Scarlet Pimpernel--Madame Guillotine
10/ Johnny Cash--The Man Comes Around

There you go. English is overrated, seriously folks.

On going to the Osaka Twilight Festival

22 February, 2009

I'm going to go to this today with Charlie, who's just back from a mini-Gap in Brazil. :)

Shall I see anybody around?


More details and stuff here.

On V-Day and what else happened during my absence

17 February, 2009

Copied from my LJ.

Went to my first Melbourne Symphony Orchestra (free) summer concert on V-Day. It was so nice being at the Myer Music Bowl as the night softly fell to Rachmaninoff. Man, Rach. is da man. [Ungh...? Is it even appropriate to Fitty-cent grunt at classical composers?]

Had 2/3 of a LOTR marathon with kuropuu and watched Ip Man (Donnie Yen is the shit) before we heard her parents stirring and realised that it was 6 a.m. and scurried off and pretended we had been sleeping this entire time.


My neighbour's caught fire the night before last. I was on the verge of unconsciousness when I smelled smoke (more than usual, if you take into account the Maroondah-Yarra Complex (pdf) that's burning close to us) and someone was yelling blue murder and banging on the doors for everyone to wake up. The flames were something like three storeys high and it was so surreal; the entire neighbourhood standing silent in the chill night air watching the house burn. We heard the fire engines but they were lost further up the road. Moments later, five rolled up.

And then an ambulance.


Last night, I found out that a friend of mine had had a spinal tumour removed. He had it checked up here but the quack just told him it was a muscle problem. Went back to China and had an operation. He won't be back to Uni until July. :(

On learning to drive (and stressing out your supervising driver)

I've finally gotten my groove on (Fitty-cent grunt: ungh) and gotten around to driving--more than a year after getting my Ls. Read that as: needed identification for the Med. exam thing (Jesus, I can't even remember what it's called now...o_o;; M-something?) and hurried off to Camberwell to take the test without even reading the driver's manual.

I should be arrested or something.

Stressed out during the test and almost flunked it. But passed, instead.

Now I'm a road hazard. ;D

So my RACV coach is awesome and Eastern European (extra points in my book) and I make his feet scramble for the secondary brakes when I make one of my hasty turns--I have to thank Dad for that nasty habit: Slow down? Whaddyamean slow down when turning?

Poor Mum, though. When she takes me out, I bet she wished that we had passenger-side breaks. For the first and (I swear by my firstborn) last time, I ran over the curb when we were going through a roundabout. It was all because I was trying to listening to Mum, who wasn't saying anything useful (Keep left! Don't drive on to the curb! DON'T DRIVE ONTO THE CURB!!) and there was a car tail-gating me. ;__;


Anyway, I see myself being able to drive as being a first step in:

• going paintballing in Echuca (5 hour drive--woo!)
• roadtrip!
• getting myself onto the path of being a motorcycle driver

Yeah man. Wild and wonderful dreams. Ungh.