I GOT ALL EXCITED AROUND DINNERTIME AND SPONTANEOUSLY MADE MYSELF:
- fried mi goreng. LEGIT FRIED.
- mock chicken nuggets, and
- salad.
YEWW!
Friday, June 25, 2010
day 16 - warm beverage of choice
Lipton Decaffeinated. I have it without the caffeine so I can have as much as I want without worrying about difficulty sleeping, and also because I try to avoid caffeine now anyway. That's part of the reason I don't drink coffee, combined with the fact that I'm just simply not big on the taste. Sometimes I wonder if that's a reflection of my maturity, because coffee just seems like something that only mature people drink. As well as 14-year-old Asian girls who jig school and hang around Cabramatta; it seems like something they'd enjoy. What's odd is that I really enjoy most coffee-flavoured things - like, iced coffee too.
Milk. I'm not sure why I've got the Coles brand at the moment, because normally I buy a pair of 2L bottles of Pura at the fruitshop near my place for five bucks. In Ag the other day, we popped down to the Dairy Shed and opened up the big storage tank where they keep all the un-homogenised, un-pasteurised milk, immediately after the cows are milked. Mr Schippers passed around a pack of plastic cups and we scooped some up and had some, and it tasted more or less exactly like the milk I'd buy in a store.
Kettle. Man, my kettle looks kinda dirty and gross.
MUG. This is my favourite mug.
I was gonna take a picture of my favourite spoon too, it's got a cartoon female fox on it wearing overalls with a knapsack over her shoulder, but I couldn't find it.
GOLDEN.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
stage dives high fives
For the past week or so I've noticed lots of Year 10s (GENEFAG AND CO) sweating it over their subject selections for Year 11. Perhaps this is Year 8 loser Gayvin talking again, but it bothers me when I see people doing subjects that they obviously don't want to do. It goes back to the 'Do what you love and fuck the rest' mentality - the way I see it, if you're not doing alright in a subject and you absolutely hate it, then what's the point? First example that springs to mind is 3u math; I hear about a trillion people sweating it over that goddamn subject every single time the assessments roll around. For the people who are getting a proper payoff - that's totally fine. But for the many others who still slaving at it for mediocre marks and ranks - WHY?
Of course, there are probably about a billion good reasons why: slick ATARs + ultrapower scaling, legitimately great career goals, and ridankulously strict Asian parents are only two of a probably lengthy list (probably). Since I know jack shit about how the HSC works, I can't really say anything. Derp.
I remember back when I still did 3unit - it was the worst. Maybe it was worse for me since I'm most probably a bit worse at math than everyone else, combined with the fact that I'm just plain lazy and don't practice, but I'm pretty sure a fair few people still doing the subject sweat it just as bad as I used to. When I dropped the fucking thing, it was actually one of the greatest feelings ever, and I am pretty confident that it was among the greatest decisions I've ever made for myself. A few weeks ago I tried to explain to someone how it felt using an analogy: if struggling in 3unit is like wearing five layers of clothing on a thirty-five degree day, dropping it is like stripping off all them layers with some nice breeze blowing. Most probably not the best analogy, but that's what it felt like for me. Now, I'm getting (slightly) better marks in 2u, and with much less sweating involved.
As you'd expect, the decision to drop was, in itself, something else that I stressed over. I'd been spending the past year working towards mad 3u reppin' in the HSC, by which I just mean going to Truong every week, and obviously there was the whole thing about how Asians should be wicked at math and etc. Despite 3u pretty much killing me, I was still hesitating about the decision to finally drop. I don't suppose I had it as bad as it could have been - my parents are nowhere near as iron-willed and narrow-minded as a lot of other Asian parents (calling them narrow-minded might seem a bit harsh, but come on, you know it's true) and told me that if I was sweating too much over 3u, I'd be much better off if I just dropped that thang like it were hot because I'd otherwise end up dehydrated. That's a joke. For me, the biggest things that were making me hesitant were Truong and the fact that everyone else did 3unit.
After I got over the fact that pretty much everyone I talked to (except you, Quoc) was a mad 3u rep, the only real big hurdle left was telling Truong that I was dropping. Anyone who gets tutored by him will know why that's madness. Surprisingly, when I finally walked up to him one afternoon and dropped the dumb 2u bomb, he said something like 'Good work,' and held out his fist for me to bump. Throughout the course of the not-actually-intimidating conversation that followed, he kept fist-bumping me after I said stuff; after a few times, he asked me why I kept touching his hands and called me gay. After consulting the 2unit syllabus, I discovered that I had learnt pretty much the whole thing already at Truong, except Exponential Growth and Decay, which I was a few lessons from finishing at Truong, so we agreed that I would continue going to class until we finished it, at which point I'd be done. At the conclusion of my last lesson, he gave me a hug, and told me to get back to him once the HSC results were out to say thanks to him.
And that was that. I could tell vaguely similar stories about the rest of my subjects - while I hesitated about picking a few of them (Ag and Music, in particular) because they didn't fit in with everyone's expectations of Asians and the Phys-Chem-Bio nerd package, I ended up choosing them anyway, and they've paid off pretty well so far; I'm coming 3rd in Music from barely trying, and I came 7th (or 11th, one of them) in Ag last year, though my performance has been dropping a bit lately. People could quite legitimately laugh at my ridiculous choices (I don't really think anyone does, though), but they're not the ones who are pulling pretty sweet marks overall with almost zero effort.
TL;DR - So what I've been trying to get at this whole time is this: in terms of subjects, don't be afraid to just fuck the world, and do what you love. Any advice you've ever heard about staying true to yourself is pure gold.
what? what about my future, you ask? and what am i supposed to be doing in uni? dunno lol, i have no idea.
I remember back when I still did 3unit - it was the worst. Maybe it was worse for me since I'm most probably a bit worse at math than everyone else, combined with the fact that I'm just plain lazy and don't practice, but I'm pretty sure a fair few people still doing the subject sweat it just as bad as I used to. When I dropped the fucking thing, it was actually one of the greatest feelings ever, and I am pretty confident that it was among the greatest decisions I've ever made for myself. A few weeks ago I tried to explain to someone how it felt using an analogy: if struggling in 3unit is like wearing five layers of clothing on a thirty-five degree day, dropping it is like stripping off all them layers with some nice breeze blowing. Most probably not the best analogy, but that's what it felt like for me. Now, I'm getting (slightly) better marks in 2u, and with much less sweating involved.
As you'd expect, the decision to drop was, in itself, something else that I stressed over. I'd been spending the past year working towards mad 3u reppin' in the HSC, by which I just mean going to Truong every week, and obviously there was the whole thing about how Asians should be wicked at math and etc. Despite 3u pretty much killing me, I was still hesitating about the decision to finally drop. I don't suppose I had it as bad as it could have been - my parents are nowhere near as iron-willed and narrow-minded as a lot of other Asian parents (calling them narrow-minded might seem a bit harsh, but come on, you know it's true) and told me that if I was sweating too much over 3u, I'd be much better off if I just dropped that thang like it were hot because I'd otherwise end up dehydrated. That's a joke. For me, the biggest things that were making me hesitant were Truong and the fact that everyone else did 3unit.After I got over the fact that pretty much everyone I talked to (except you, Quoc) was a mad 3u rep, the only real big hurdle left was telling Truong that I was dropping. Anyone who gets tutored by him will know why that's madness. Surprisingly, when I finally walked up to him one afternoon and dropped the dumb 2u bomb, he said something like 'Good work,' and held out his fist for me to bump. Throughout the course of the not-actually-intimidating conversation that followed, he kept fist-bumping me after I said stuff; after a few times, he asked me why I kept touching his hands and called me gay. After consulting the 2unit syllabus, I discovered that I had learnt pretty much the whole thing already at Truong, except Exponential Growth and Decay, which I was a few lessons from finishing at Truong, so we agreed that I would continue going to class until we finished it, at which point I'd be done. At the conclusion of my last lesson, he gave me a hug, and told me to get back to him once the HSC results were out to say thanks to him.
And that was that. I could tell vaguely similar stories about the rest of my subjects - while I hesitated about picking a few of them (Ag and Music, in particular) because they didn't fit in with everyone's expectations of Asians and the Phys-Chem-Bio nerd package, I ended up choosing them anyway, and they've paid off pretty well so far; I'm coming 3rd in Music from barely trying, and I came 7th (or 11th, one of them) in Ag last year, though my performance has been dropping a bit lately. People could quite legitimately laugh at my ridiculous choices (I don't really think anyone does, though), but they're not the ones who are pulling pretty sweet marks overall with almost zero effort.
TL;DR - So what I've been trying to get at this whole time is this: in terms of subjects, don't be afraid to just fuck the world, and do what you love. Any advice you've ever heard about staying true to yourself is pure gold.
what? what about my future, you ask? and what am i supposed to be doing in uni? dunno lol, i have no idea.
day 16 - if heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied
NACHOS! With a side of home-made salsa and some sour cream.
Oh how I wish it was actually me cooking up these feasts and not my sister.
I included the meat version as well, it's the one with avocado.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
the soundtrack to my summer
oh gosh, Gold Motel!
day 15 - whatcha gonna do-oo-oo
Warm potato and kumara salad. In case you're wondering, that orange stuff isn't carrot - it's kumara, which is apparently what they call sweet potatoes in NZ.
ANYWAY, now that 2u is up, I have no more assessments for weeks (like, four). I guess I'm supposed to be using this time to prepare for the upcoming tasks - next task is English, and I suppose I'll actually have to put in some work this time if I wanna maintain my ultrapower rank - but tonight, at least, shall be spent laxing it up. Also I'm thinking of going to Newtown tomorrow evening to get my Tom Stoppard on with Vekdog and Ext 1 Boarder girls krew to see The Real Inspector Hound, which Fort Street is apparently putting on.
Meanwhile...
4. Spontaneous, poorly-planned trips to the city
Why this didn't suck: It did. I'm starting to realise that a lot of the things I had in mind when I decided to start the Things That Didn't Suck thing actually, in fact, DID suck.
On the fine day this particular photo was taken, Stephen, Dannis, Brian and I decided to run out to the city on Boxing Day in an attempt to rape the sales that pop up every year. As opposed to the fun-filled, foot-ache-inducing, impulsive day of shopping with frans that was expected, we ended up with matching blue singlets and very poor moods. Dannis and I even took the joke further by buying matching blue fluorescent blue shirts to wear underneath the singlets, because faggots have to come in pairs.
This day was probably even better - calling people to share bad quality jokes, bad moods, Dannis' insistence that we split some Chinese food with him, and his insistence on skating everywhere we went, including down a busy street, in the toilets, and in the cinema.
... Oh yeah, this too: Dannis eating a tiny banana we found in the gutter near Chinatown.
Monday, June 21, 2010
day 14 - curving like the ocean
Aw boy.
I think what makes this challenge difficult is that
A. I don't really have a camera that I can bring to school to document my (pretty much uneventful) life with. I used to, but since changing to one of these crazy gadgets, I've had no way to transfer my photos to the computer. Which sucks, because this happened before I received my fun little fish-eye lens for camera phones.
B. Instead, I am limited to taking photos at home with my crazy DSLR. As you've probably observed, there isn't much to photograph at home; everything I take photos of can almost entirely be summed up by this list:
- Food. Wicked mad vego things and not a lot else.
- Food. Wicked mad vego things and not a lot else.
- My pets. You can bet there are gonna be about a billion more of these throughout the rest of the challenge, which I will most definitely uphold all the way, because there just isn't really anything of note around my place.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Love & Selfishness
DEEVAN I JUST REMEMBERED YOU WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT THIS BUT I DIDNT WANT TO AND YOU WERENT BOTHERED.
ahh ive missed you smegdog
ahh ive missed you smegdog
FINALLY
3. The party on the floor
TWICE. I probably won't be doing this again at this years Formal(s?), but the floor was indeed where the party was at for both. Probably not for many other people, but for those who were a part of this prestigious krew, we sang songs, we shared ideas about how cool we were, and not much else I can really remember.
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