On moving

06 July, 2009

I'm moving to here.

On YAY

04 July, 2009

Happy Independence Day, USA!

Happy Birthday, me!

Now guess which one I appreciate more. ;)

On flying the roost

02 July, 2009

The semester's over and suddenly (*poof* in a breath of air) my 'Uni' friends have flown off to far and wonderful places. France. China. The UK.

I remain land-bound in this drought-forsaken country, listening to a winter's night of rainfall that is music to the ears and I consider (in all seriousness) flying my own roost. In layman's (read: normal, self-respecting individuals') terms: moving out.

In a few days my legal clock will tick over and add another legal years to my legal age. I will throw down the raiments of adolescence and don the hat of...well. Maturity? Every year on the eve of my birthday, I sit in hope of sparkling lights and twinkling music to herald my levelling up. New stats! New improvements! Better armour! Instead, year after year, I feel much the same as I did when I was fifteen or ten or five. But this year (after incredible exam-time stress and pre- and post-exam-time head-butting) I have been seriously considering the possibility of my moving out. To avoid high tension all-round.

My main problem lies with money. As always, the problem of the world. To move out, I should get myself employment with which to pay for my living out. However, as I live so far from the CBD, many employers are uncomfortable offering me late night shifts. Daytime shifts are also a problem as my Uni hours are so anal. I am unable to get a job close to where I live as by the time I am able to leave Uni and get back to my suburb, most shops are closed. So, theoretically, to work I would need to move out. Do we see the problem here?

Actually, the mater brought it up today where she mentioned that (if I were really in the mood) I could look into trying out living out--for a month or so--and see if I am up to it at all.

Oh, freedom and shackles my friends.

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.