Holidays are fantastic, but not when everyone else are having them, while you’re stuck having to study.
Your heart flies a million miles away and you can’t get back down, not even when the books are in front of you.
Out of topic: Yay for Firefox 2.0!! Luv it. Now, I just need my fave theme updated, because the browser is looking very strange and different.
What can be more frustrating than absolutely slow, barely crawling along internet speeds?
Makes you want to grit your teeth and beat up something. I waited for ages for the ‘write post’ page to come up, in between lots of page-reloading. This is crazy.
What’s worse is - get this - a torrent with about 1000 seeders, and can only connect a maximum of 50. (Now it’s 3 seeders connected). Whatever happened? Something with the broadband supplier? Something with the computer?
Takes days just to download a 500 mb file, at this rate.
Almost six years, and it’s the first time I’ve met with contact lens problems.
It all started a week ago, where my eye was periodically red. I didn’t think much about it then, refusing to believe it was my dear contact lens’ fault despite my mother’s anxiety.
Until finally my eyes decided to give me one big warning and that afternoon in school there was some pain and itchiness. And Lots of redness. (my classmates probably thought I cried)
Turns out infection. I was banned from my dear contact lens. Which meant glasses to school. I haven’t worn glasses in school for the entire 5 years there. Sort of traumatic to have everyone give you longer-than-usual glances.
I hope and pray that I can wear my dear contact lens again. (oh, how I miss you…)
I have long ago lost hope in the prefectorial board meetings. Maybe it’s because I don’t care about it anymore.
As usual, the head prefect rambling on how lousy we are and how we should improve. Then we all have to yell in agreement: “YESS!!” Oh, the lamest of all lamest things.
Let’s start from the beginning. I forgot about my little booklet (though I did grab a piece of paper at home) but I guess that doesn’t count, so I was one of the dozen or so who did not bring what they were supposed to bring - pen and booklet. Just the perfect way to start off a meeting.
Not that I complain. I’m to blame, entirely. After that, the discipline master began his half-hour long speech about various problems. Which was boring. Then he left, and the head prefect took over.
A ‘training group’ had been agreed to be formed, she said. The words struck my heart, and I knew - I knew in the depths of my heart - that I was definitely not going to be exempted. I began cursing and scolding (as gently as I could) in my heart. And sure enough, I was one of the people who had to join the group.
A fantastic waste of time. I swear I won’t join the prefect camp at the end of the year. In case I go crazy and end up getting fired instead of honourably retiring.
And all the problems about our detoriating quality and so on and so forth. I’ve heard it a million times. But I guess they thought it necessary to repeat it another million times. Then in the end, everyone seems to be so fired up, reminiscent of the effects of a youth camp. And the head prefect proclaims, “I want to see a entirely new, changed prefectorial board next week! Can we all do that?”
“YESSS!!!” Everyone screams, and I open my mouth and pretend, because I know I won’t change that fast, and I know it’s just as bad to make empty promises. Go ahead, scream about. Some will work hard to change, and I know it’s my duty to do just that. But will I? Will I ever find it in my heart, to truly change?
What do the two have in common? Nothing. But today is the Moon Cake Festival, which is great, because it means - delicious mooncakes!
From traditionals to agar-agar to ‘cold skins’, they are simply scrumptilicious. That is, until you get so full you feel like puking. And besides all the extra food, there are the colourful lanterns swinging in the dark of night.
There was a time when I loved to take the lanterns out for walks under the moonlight. It was every child’s joy. But there comes a time, when you grow up, and you don’t want to waste time feeding mosquitoes and smelling the burning candles. It becomes more of an obligation to your little siblings.
Once a year only though, and it isn’t too bad. Except this year, there has been a long spell of haziness. Haze may seem to be the brother of mist, but in fact, it is not. It has the outward appearance of Mist - a romantic white veil draped over the land - but it contains dangerous gases. Anyone who has lived long enough around this area is very well aquainted to Haze. And so, on this day, the Moon tries to peer past Haze, trying to shine brightly, trying not to let people down. It’s doing quite a good job, as of now.
Next - prefect meeting. I hate meetings which deal with groups I have no interest in. Yes, I’m a prefect, but the bad thing is, I don’t care about it. The prefectorial board is detoriating so fast, and I’m going to just graduate and forget about it. It’s a wrong attitude, surely.
They’re gonna make people ask questions. I have no questions. If I have, I can’t remember. And you know why some people don’t have questions? Because they don’t care. Why would you ask anything, if you were not interested in the rise and fall of your company, your club?
I’m so dead if the prefect peeps knew about this rant. But I don’t think they will. No one reads this neglected blog now. Ah, the sadness of life, sometimes.