Why Ruse Kids Have No Life

by Squido~

Ok so I just did all the Maths homework I got on the same day in the one night (for the first time in like 2 years) and HOLY CRAP it took sooooooooo long!!!

I believe I started at about 4:30 and revised a bit of theory had some dinner finished at 8:30 and at the rate that I’m going I have almost no time for my other 3 subjects!!

Hence this leads me to conclude that:
Our school Maths teachers must be sadists and we who do this every afternoon must be masochists. What a beautiful relationship :’(

P.S. I am sincerely hoping that the person to whom the stubborn booger in the bathroom sink belongs realises quite soon it belongs to her, and endeavours to remove it before too long. It quite irks me every time I use that sink.

Mr Yeo’s Back! [email excerpt]

by Squido~

Classic Mr Yeo-ism

incidentally, a talk with a stranger

by bezzle

Today at the bus stop I had a lovely chat with a bearded dude called Cameron (here’s a shout out he’ll never read), and it really put my -school- life into a new perspective.

It started when he asked me the time, as his bus was due any moment.  Conversation then moved onto school and career paths – I think he’s twenty-two or so (he said he was in year 11 five years ago), and is an engineering student at TAFE.

I swear, it is so hard to judge a bearded man’s age.  I was scared of offending him by asking if he remembered school, but Cameron didn’t seem to notice.  *phew*  Also, his beard is quite thick, and has taken him a month and a half (with a bit of trimming).  I wonder if his is a conversation-starter.

Conversation was kind of jerky between us, but not awkward, and he was a very friendly guy.  We ended up talking about totally random topics, like you would with friends.  While we were talking about school and subjects and what could have been for him, he mentioned his maths/english mark.  I think, from an average highschooler’s point of view, it was more than respectable – but not a number you’d hear of at our school.  And here’s the thing, he had no idea about our school’s reputation (he thought I was from Cumbo, originally…) so it was really liberating to talk about school and study to him.  Especially about what happens after school, and moving out and stuff.  The notion of uni not being mandatory after high school is quite alien to me.

My bus ended up being more than 15 minutes late, and he just caught it rather than wait for his own.

And to top it all off, he said ‘toodles‘ when he got off the bus.  TOODLES.

Wow, there already exists the tag ‘random encounters with strangers’.  How handy.

 

don’t you just love how all the tennis umpires have accents?

by bezzle

All I can say now is that school can’t come quicker enough.  All I need are school shoes.

Oh wait potato trials D:

I was sitting on the toilet and noticed on the last page of the Chinese newspaper lying in the bathtub the English words ‘iPad2′ and ‘iPhone5′.  Obviously, I was curious and the article turned out to say that the second generation of iPad would be out in spring this year, and the iPhone 5 next summer, this year.  That’s so early!  And then everyone’s going to go get the new iPhone and OHMYGOSH like not enough people have an iPhone already.  It’s stupid of me to say this, but some part of me gets annoyed when I see another person with one, even though I used to own one.  I was in a train carriage, and FOUR people within a one-meter radius of me all took one out!  That’s the power of marketing and design for you I suppose.  Like one in three phones I see in people’s hands when I walk in the streets is an iPhone.  And yeah, how does Apple keep pumping out these new models so quickly D:

Reminds me of that line in ‘My Blackberry isn’t working’ that Claudia posted xD  ’Last week?  Hah, they’ve brought out two more new Apples since then.’  That thing has been the funniest thing I’ve come across in ages :D

My dad is such an Apple fanboy.

Something that I found the epitome of rudeness came to me last Sunday.  It was before the boring furniture shopping – we were at yumcha, when one of the middle aged trolley ladies (who had already stopped by our table before) came over, stopped and in an offhand tone remarked that I looked like a ‘gwei mui’ [a Western/Caucasian girl].  We all sat there, silently stunned while she just stood there, waiting for a reaction I guess.  My parents didn’t say anything, and I just smiled politely and she went on with her trolley pushing.

I think those who spend a lot of time with me realise I might talk about my apparent ethnic looks and rants about people’s comments on my appearance, I’m sorry.  I’m kind of sensitive about it, and that’s not really an excuse.  But this really niggled me.

Please let that be the end of the four-chord song.

by bezzle

So.  Last day of school today.

Everything that can be said about our grade and us becoming seniors next year have all been stated on others’ blogs (go see our blogroll).  All in all, you’ve been an awesome grade.

I’m not really sure I want the holidays anymore. 

For the past week, Mum has been making me do chores instead of my usual gaming/anime/manga time.  I have a responsibility to contribute to housework, etc. but the amount of chores seems to be increasing and increasing.  And she yells at me for not asking whether she needs any help.  I know myself well enough to know that I’m not going to ask to do more housework over going on the computer or playing fruit ninja. 

Another thing is that I won’t be able to see you all.  I ask to go see Tron, and she tells me off for ‘going out/playing all the time’.  The last time I went out with friends was last holidays.  I am quite possibly the most antisocial and reclusive person in my grade.  Shouldn’t my parents be encouraging me to go out there and socialise and hang out with friends?

Oh.  I forgot.  I need to stay home and babysit my siblings.  For some reason Mum is working more, so less chance of me getting to go anywhere (Dad works all the time anyway).  So no beach trip for me.  :(  Trust me, I definitely want to go.  I don’t particularly enjoy being at home all the time.

And the worst thing about this is that there is no one to blame.  I can’t blame myself (although my more-than-slightly disappointing report may have influence…), I can’t blame my siblings and I can’t blame my parents because Mum doesn’t choose her schedule.

So I’m going to be pretty lonely this holidays.  And pissed off.

That’s enough angst and teenage whining to fill up my year’s quota.  Have a survey (stolen off Carmen’s blog).

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
I don’t think much in the mornings.