http://newyork-cares.blogspot.com/ Here is a blog link that would be relatively interesting to visit. It was the blog I had from Year 9 to the end of year 10. That would be the time when I perhaps..changed the most from what I was at the beginning of year 9 to the shaping of the person I am now today.
why is it still so bloody cold? i am freezing as i type this out and am also listening to klaxon's new album. they've gotten rid of 'nu rave' now...and they sound like an entirely different band. i personally think it is a good thing. i personally recommend: echoes, twin flames, flashover and venusia.
i went to burwood today and ordered a shirt from general pants co. the guy who served me made me laugh..in the way that i laughed at him. gosh, i wrote down my details onto the piece of paper and that was all done. he said thanks for writing stuff then and proceeded to say bye by saying, 'peace' and used the peace sign. wtf? it struck me as a bit weird then i just really wanted to laugh at him. who the hell does that...seriously? i blame it on weird hipster culture.
As an Australian with strong ties with the culture of Hong Kong, the hostage ordeal in the Philippines broke and tore my heart. I watched the news unfold, minute by minute, seeing all the terrifying action that went on in Manilla. It was painful to watch and utterly heartbreaking. People should never suffer like that and what makes it even worse is that these women and men were hostages, innocent people who went for a holiday and instead, became hostages. It has been confirmed that 6 out of 15 people are dead, some in critical conditions. Why? Why is this world like this? May the deceased Rest in Peace and may they find solace in whatever they believe in of the afterlife and beyond.
Yet, amidst all this action on the screen, I find myself annoyed at the insular world of others...namely on facebook. I'd like to think that they just don't update about worldly events, but if they were simply complaining about the weather, commenting on watching series etc and being completely oblivious to the hostage, I don't know what I can say....other than comment on how pathetic they really are.
I am utterly heartbroken. I had never shed tears in front of the television before and this time, I actually did. I'm beyond moved, the pain pulsates through my body.
People change, it's inevitable. I've lost count of how many close friendships I have lost over the years, simply because that person had succumbed to external influences. Some of such influences are good in the way they become better people, perhaps more sociable and happier. Others change in ways through which destroys their whole personality and being in my eyes. I watch with disappointment, knowing that the close times I had shared with them and everything that we used to laugh at together may no longer be revived. It's an awful feeling losing a friend, (I guess I don't really lose them though, we just become distant.) the intimacy of the friendship will never reach its peak ever again nor will the convos. And sometimes...I feel like I am the only one who can remember anything in all my friendships. Do people really have that awful of memories? Or perhaps it could be that I am highly sentimental and place too much emphasis on maintenance of personal relationships. I wonder.
People smoke too much in the city. Thanks to all you bloody smokers, my clothes freaking stink. I have resolved that I have contempt for smokers. Why is inhaling cancer so good? It baffles me. Don't smoke people, what's the beauty of having to fight lung cancer? Everytime I raise my concerns regarding lung cancers to my smoking uncle residing in Hong Kong, he'd always come up with arguments that would weaken my case. It annoys me, but I know I am still right.
I never knew that Sydney had so many alleyways until my sister took me through this alley between two buildings on George Street that very much resembled those quirky ones in Melbourne. There were restaurants with outdoor seating, with their arrangements embellished with live floral decorations in beautiful hanging pots (?) and heaters that shone down, warming the customers sitting below. A busker was also nearby, strumming on his guitar and singing out the melodies creating such a vibrant yet comforting atmosphere. it's this juxtaposition between the modern architecture of the city with the rich and cultural aspects that keep me so fascinated whenever i drop by the city to have dinner. and the lights...ah. comforting.
There are just some things...that I don't know how to express anymore.
I used to tell people things...and would proceed to feel awful after telling...
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Inception was great, I loved it. Films that deal with dreams fascinate me.
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I want to construct my own dream world and have everything inside be reality.
Good things don't happen much here in this world.
Why am I always stuck in my own rubble? Perhaps in limbo I could create things that I've longed for in reality.
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I am afraid. Of what? I wish I could articulate what I fear...and have a friend who would understand, not simply disregard it as something of my own imagination or fixation.
I just had the biggest mindfuck ever. Seriously. And no, I didn't watch Inception... I watched a video on quantum physics on youtube. And now, I am basically really angry that we didn't choose quantum physics as our option topic at school. It is absolutely AMAZING and incredibly crazy. I can't believe this:
WHAT? AN ELECTRON STOPS BEHAVING LIKE A WAVE WHEN IT IS WATCHED? IT BECOMES A PARTICLE? HOW DOES IT KNOW THAT? STOP SCREWING MY MIND, PHYSICS! THIS IS SO TRIPPY. What is consciousness? WHAT THE HELL? This may sound so nerdy, but after the HSC...I probably will read some HSC textbooks on quantum physics. It is so interesting and incredibly....scary. Blah, I can't believe we're doing Medical Physics...quantum is real physics...medical? Ugh...it is also physics but seriously? It is nothing in comparison to 'from quanta to quarks'.
This post just made me sound like the biggest nerd.
Must remain composed throughout this post. Anyhow, INTERPOL ARE COMING. Now's the perfect time to reminisce - trackback to the 21st of February 2008...the day when I first saw Interpol/the day of my first ever moshpit concert. Rahhh, I am so excited for them to come back..Although Carlos won't be there T_T Man, I stood in front of him...and with the lack of Carlos? Odd indeed.
I wish I wished for a functioning immune system. I think I have the cold right now. Bad timing, considering I have my physics trial on Wednesday and all I currently feel is lethargy. It all started with a dry nasal passage extending to chapped lips. I stared to drink heaps of water yet it did nothing, I only got worse. Now it's extended to my throat. Expect me to be bed ridden. Perhaps I may have to apply sick leave after all and do my physics on Thursday. Come on immune system, SOLDIER ON AND FIGHT THIS BITCH OF A COLD. =_=
Double post...today but you know, I have a lot to say some days.
Anyway, I cringe at myself a lot...I always think that an idea/a thought may seem good at the time..but whenever I look at it from another angle afterwards....I really want to slap myself on the face.
Take for example..triple j
God knows how many freaking times I have tweeted to 'triplejsr' commenting with 'yay! i love *insert artist's name here* and have my NAME mentioned on bloody national radio. Yeah, it just occurred just then...when I tweeted her with, 'yay! i love interpol!' and then....she goes, 'This one's for Katie! She tweeted me on twitter saying to me how much she loves Interpol. Here you go, enjoy!' *smack my head* I must say, she's nice but oh how I cringe at myself. Same happened the other time when I wrote on triple j's facebook status updates exclaiming, 'oh phoenix, how I love thee'...and have that comment being mentioned on national radio yet again. Why do I always manage to find the best ways to embarrass myself as much as possible?
I guess they're all just being nice and interactive with their audiences...I'm not complaining. But I just can't help but cringe a little when I hear my name? Anyway, I am going to watch a Coldplay documentary on ABC. Goodbye peeps
There is a very good reason why things hype. It's simply because they are absolutely amazing and deserve the recognition. Take for example Arcade Fire's The Suburbs. It's been hyped for a while and I only got around to listening to it the other day. How do I feel about it? Incredibly impressed. Everything on this album is just love for my ears and I am head over heels for this album. This is the type of music that I've been pining for lately.
'And my old friends, I can remember when you cut your hair. We never saw you again, now the cities we live in could be distant stars'
'pray to god i won't live to see the death of everything that's wild'
'Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small, Can we ever get away from the sprawl? Living in the sprawl, Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains, And there’s no end in sight, I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.'
So, I have no more maths tutoring anymore. I don't know how to feel...in some way I'm actually rejoicing due to the fact that I need not to wake up at around 8:30AM on Sundays anymore and get the privilege of sleeping in. However, I'm mostly moping about it. Feels weird don't it? When something that you do so regularly just suddenly stops. I think I'll miss the close friends I made at tutor the most, you know the ones that attend other schools yet somehow find the most common interests with? This is year of lasts. And its only just beginning.
The trials have also started...and these tests are the last ones I'll ever take at St George. Make them worth it yeah?
