life, et all.

Erm. Hi. It's been 2 months, and finally a new post, huh? I'd LIKE to say something zany such as 'I got over writers block', or 'I'm back from HIATUS, peoples," but the truth is- I just couldn't be f****ed to make an another blog entry. And it's not even because I'm busy, I mean I'm on holidays for god's sake. I just couldn't be f***ed.

Well anyway, this entry is the result of occasional prodding from several people (read: 2). So if you want to read more entry, you'd probably have to prod me (in person or through pestering comments of DOOM™) to get me off my fat lazy ass in order to see another entry (which I doubt)

So anyway, as you may or may not know, I spent new years in Coff's Harbour with my family and some family friends. Since I really can't think of a more interesting topic, I'll just sum up a few of the highlights of my trip:

hehe, no pictures. Partially because my internet's slow and partially because I don't have my camera with me.

15 hours of riding a car without a cd player/radio calls for desperate measures. Since our 'retro' 1996 toyota camry is oufitted with a cassette player instead of a cd player (trust me, no one sells cassette music nowadays), my parents 'solved' the problem by buying a car fm transmitter. In case you've never heard of it before, you plug it into a mp3, for example, and it sends out fm radio signals to the car radio on a particular frequency (oOoo physics). So if you match its frequency, you can play the mp3, which broadcasts the song into the car radio, acting like speakers for your mp3. 

So what's the point of the inane and lengthy explanation, you ask? Well, I don't know how close you are with your parents, but I'm guessing most of you aren't so keen on sharing your favourite playlists with your parents. It's kinda like...talking about sex with them. Well, maybe not THAT awkward, but it is kind of awkward, in a way. 

Well, some things I learnt from the car trip include:

My parents like the soundtrack from Pirates of the Caribbean (good taste, I may say so)

My dad likes Celine Dion. Yes. Shock horror. 

And Christina Aguilera's stuff. 

And random classical music. But that's no surprise.

What else not surprising is that my mum fell asleep at the start of the car trip and didn't wake up until the end. Lucky (female dog).

Oh and I forgot the mention. I got a ipod nano for christmas(yay!). Which means I actually have to label my music AND find album art now. Oh teh n0es!

2, BaNaNaS!

In case you didn't know, Coff's harbour is the home of the famous "Big Banana". Scattered around Australia are various other big things such as the big pineapple, big merino, big prawn, big cup(mmm size C or size D?) and big rolling pin. Go figure. Apparently some (sad) people actually travel all around australia taking pictures in front of every single one. o.O

Anyway, it's just a gigantic gig for tourists to visit and buy bananas. Admission fee is about $20 to watch a movie about the history of bananas on some revolutionary 3d imaging gadget (which might be cool, if only it wasn't about the HISTORY OF BANANAS), also watch a frigging hologram video about guess what? bananas, a tour of a banana plantation in the backyard of the establishment, and at the end we got free bananas! And at the end of it all we got to visit a banana museum with all these interactive banana exhibits. Zomg yay!

And what's even more sad, my folks got obsessed with those bananas and ended up buying like 5 kilos. Joy. 

3. Is it just a coincidence, or is there something wrong with me?

During our little trip, I've noticed something weird. And it seriously pissed me off. First night- we ate at Hungry Jacks. The order came 30min later. Without the fries. 

And the next day? Bought a milkshake. They totally forgot the order.

Next day- ordered fish and chips. Came late. Again. 

So my question is...is it just a coincidence, or is there something wrong with me?

end! (for now)

You knew this was coming...

Eeeeeeeek!

Imagine this. In your house.

Yay! first day of yr 12!

I feel rather motivated right now...first day of yr 12 and all. But I fear it would hardly be a few weeks before I revert back to my procrastinating ways

In other news for today:

has anyone noticed that train stations look like a lint brush doing its work?

Like the people...they are the lint. And the brush is the train. And the platforms are like the lint-filled surface- like a cloth

The lint begins on the cloth, and after you swipe it with the lint brush, the lint gets transferred onto the lint brush. Usually multiple swipes will have to be applied to get the cloth lint-free. And even they its just a bit linty.

And similarly, the people starts out on the platform, and the trains comes. And the people move from the platform onto the train...I guess the effect is more startling when you are staring at opposite, crowded platform. Then the train comes...and its like the people has been swiped away.

Well, except the people respawn, unlike the lint.

Unless the lint is mutant.

And speaking of mutant, if I ever become a rich person, I want to fund a competition, and name it after me.

Basically, its for people who grow strawberries. Well, any vegetable/fruit will do.

People can submit their most mutant, retarded looking strawberries, for instance. And the winner will be the owner of the most grotesque, weird, retarded fruit/veggie. 

And they will get some munnies! And all the mutant stuff submitted into the competition...coz you make jam with it...yup.

A mutant tomato:

Is there a point to living when you don't have a goal??

see title.

Edit: dedicated to the clear one

My fuel!

Hi there once again. 

A new post after 2.whole.weeks. of non-posting?!?!!

Oh la la, shock hORrOr!!

Which just further proof on the theory that (my) inspiration is constipated. Long dry spells without any shit, followed by enlightened periods of shits and giggles!

Unfortunately, this post isn't very funny. 

To tell you the truth, I can ramble on and on for pages, but that wastes both my time and your time. We wouldn't to do that do we? 

Therefore, I prefer to include some philosophic (hopefully) idea about the meaning of life and such. Yes. I KNOW it is way beyond an ordinary teenager like me, but I like to think myself as clever, even though its a delusion. 

So! This is what drives me:

Let's make a pizza!

I have a base made out of survival instincts. This is pretty much wired in all of us, and it drives us to eat, drink, rest, etc: ie. live long enough to procreate.  

Now for the interesting stuff- the toppings. I'll use percentage, because things are easier to explain that way. 

40% hope: aspirations for the future, ideals made out of daydreams. These are optimistic and positive, and all of us has it in spades. We all want to be someone better, somewhere better than what/where we are now. It drives me to strive for a goal, to improve and impress. 

I fear the day where one runs out of hope. The truth and reality can be cold and cruel when one isn't covered by a warm blanket of hope. But hope can blind, just like a blanket can blind, when pulled over your head. So hold on to hope, but don't be blinded by it. (says cindy) Heehee.

30% fear:  fear is the opposite of hope. Both are visions of future. However, a person who hopes sees a better place, and a person who fears sees a place that is far worse. Instead of striving for this place, we strive to get far away from it as possible.  "omfg, if i don't study, i'm gonna phail!"

But in the same way, it drives me. Both hope and fear are strong incentives for action. 

15% self indulgence: Nope, not very proud of this one, but its true. Perhaps I am only speaking for myself here, so don't take offence. I am a very selfish creature, but I am entitled to be, because only I care about myself first and foremost. Just like georgina cares about georgina the most, and chrystal cares about chrystal the most, cindy cares about cindy the most. Now cindy should stop talking in the third person because cindy doesn't like her name very much. 

Self indulgence means serving one's own needs. When I need to play supermario rpg, I get my ass over to my laptop and gorge myself on supermario rpg. 

But self indulgence is not necessary a bad thing- as it is, ultimately, fuel. (and fuel is hard to come by these days. Just check the oil prices). If you want something really bad, you work hard in order to get the mysterious something. You wont necessary become a better person, but hey, it makes you happy. Isn't that what's important in life? 

15% peer pressure: I'm not only talking about the standard schoolyard peer pressure. I'm talking about approval from the people surrounding you: your family, friends, hot crush, whatever. It's about conforming to the masses, fulfilling other people's expectations of you. 

You don't do this for yourself, but you do this so others approve. 

I really, really, do not like this one. And its 15% of what drives me?! Oh, shame, shame! 

I must cut this down. Easier said than done though, just like everything else.

Now bake the pizza in an oven of self-reflection (or heat convection. I dunno, you can tell I don't do physics). Yes self-reflection is oh so good for you, but painful as hell and gives me a headache. And all this self-reflection is giving me a headache. I shall go off to ermm...play supermario rpg...

...So what drives you? Just gloss over it if you care to comment, please? I find all this quite interesting.

Just humor me. 

Here's another question..

..this one is a real doozy.

What is style?



and it something that you can improve? If so, how?
Does it mean- to have a good style, you have to conform to society's ideas of style.
(score one for serena, damnit)

(answer me, ppl,)

Meaningless questions

Some questions for the people who can be bothered typing up an answer.

1. if you pretend to be not pretentious, does that make you more pretentious? or would that be alright, seeing no one can prove that u are pretentious?

2. Is productivity subject or objective? By that I mean: are you productive while doing what you consider as important, but society doesn't?

3. I'm a parasite. I suck knowledge off teachers and peers. Are we all parasites? Or is that called learning?

4. critic's opinion vs. enjoyment?
Some movies/shows were reviewed highly by critics, but they fail to make a lot of money. What the critics considered as 'innovative', 'original' and 'sharp', the majority of the population simply doesn't consider interesting.
Sometimes the show might be satirical, but it flies over most of our heads.
Which is more important? Art or money?
What do think?

Wow, I just realized. Not one single post about my life so far. Go me!