Back to school

First day of school in the long session- it didn't sound SO bad, I walked in happy--- UNTIL I REALISED MY LINES WERE STILL FUCKED OVER. Aw man, getting the worst chemistry teacher ever is never a thrill. It was a pleasant surprise though, when the maths teacher I thought I was getting (who I wasn't too excited about) became someone else- I'm pretty sure I leapt for joy. As much as it pains me to say this--- my friends don't exactly enjoy the classes of the guy I ended up with for maths. I think I can almost guarantee that I was the only one happy about it. People accuse him of being boring- but I reckon he's the sweetest guy.

Sweet as heaven

Then came the crisis of student services. They were bitches, as usual- "NO WE CAN'T DO ANYTHING GO AWAY NOW!!!", the lady squawked. She reminds me of a parrot. The nasty sort that pecks. I ended up just physically moving into the class I wanted. Screw them. So yeah, chemistry was a joy. However it meant that I had to lose 1 line of maths with the teacher I liked... Eh, that was compensated for. I moved into another maths class which was just as good. I guess it all ended up okay! ...I'll get around to changing English classes later.

Now that the boring recount of the day is over--- let me tell you what I think of the class allocation system--- I THINK IT'S A PIECE OF SHIT. I shouldn't complain, since I've almost always gotten into the class I wanted. However, I can see so many flaws... I almost feel ashamed that I've become one of the exploiters of the system's loopholes- but my education is more important than my sense of moral righteousness (or rather, what exists of it). Because no one ever ends up with the teachers they want, no one fills in their preference forms seriously anymore. "Line blocking" has become popular, where you put down a class you don't want to do, so the system has less room to move your other preferences around. The problem with line-blocking? You're screwing over everyone who wants to do the class which you're going to drop, IF you get in. Then the inefficiency increases, because it's time and resources wasted. Think about that massive 10m queue down at student services every morning.

When I criticise something, I suppose I had better offer an alternate solution so that my argument isn't discredited. You know what'd be great? A merit-based system. Essentially what I'm proposing is that people with the higher scores get to choose their teachers first. Sure, it's biased towards me, because I score quite high in my subjects- but that's the point. In the long term though, it'll benefit everyone. If you want to have a good teacher, you have to work and maintain high standards.

"But the people who aren't so good at say, physics, will never have a good physics teacher!" I hear the equal-rights supporters (pansies) among you say. "What if they were actually GOOD at physics to start with, but then they got a crappy teacher in the first session? Then they're just continuously screwed." Well, let me unsympathetically say, they should just try harder to prove their worth. If they're good at physics, well they have a head start. If they have the initiative and motivation, they'll end up fine.

I suppose my solution will never be implemented, because the equal rights thing is probably part of the innate moral constitution in all of us. Even so, I'd love to see the current system changed. It's annoying for everyone- even the teachers, I bet. Considering how much I've harassed my poor chemistry teacher, before she agreed to let me go into her class...

At least now everything's all well and good!

 (How unusual of me, finishing on a note of optimism.)

Boredom.

Boredom is the privilege of an untroubled mind- a privilege which I am now enjoying. After a flurry of thoughts about the past, present and future, I dismissed everything- I can't do anything about what has already happened, the future is yet to come--- and as of NOW I see no need to be unhappy. As a consequence I am now bored.

I suppose I could look up stuff on the internet- laugh at stupid pictures or read articles- but pictures have that 2 second loading time which I find annoying, and reading articles require too much effort from the brain. I'd go back to playing games, but I vowed I'd stop, since school is tomorrow. I suppose I could read, but I'm too jittery. I can barely sit still... At least right now I'm typing. Finger movement counts, yeah?

“DO SOME MATHS” I hear my internal voice shout. Oh come on, school starts tomorrow, it's too late to start on maths now. Surely maths requires more brain activity than the reading of an article. Boredom is comparable to insomnia--- With insomnia I'm tired but I can't sleep; with boredom I'm bored but I don't want to do anything. Life is too hard~ Why does everything have to be so conflicting?

I wish happiness was something you could drink down--- I could use a dose right now. Well, I suppose canned soda would serve... Anything which is bad for my health is so unbearably attractive....

And such is life.

UMAT and med rage

What's a UMAT? I hear you asking. To be honest, I have no idea what it stands for- but I know it's a test that you have to sit to get into medicine in uni. Actually, I reckon I can guess this- University Medical A-something Test? Aptitude? Acceptance? Admissions? That sounds closer. Eh, you can look it up if you care. Basically it's something that's making my life rather unpleasant. Think about it as a thundercloud looming on the horizon of a happy sunset- where there's flowers and rainbows and unicorns.

Kinda like this. Yes, the thundercloud is self-imposed. See my sophistication?

But yeah I'm currently miserable. Not because my holiday is over (I don't mind school anymore) but because I have this UMAT thing and my Dad can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. He suggested that I get a scholarship- yeah, make it sound casual. IT CAN'T BE THAT HARD, RIGHT? Oh goddamit. WHY.

I think I'm a pretty typical Asian- my parents are overly demanding, I'm smarter than most and I'm trying to get into med school. Will probably end up as a miserable sot in med school or a miserable sot doing actuarial studies. Or a miserable lawyer, at worst. Yeah, the only thing in common in my chosen professions is the promise of misery. Typical first world problem for any Asian with a high-ish university entrance score. I could be happy- well, I should be happy, because I can technically get into any course I want. It's just that I feel like I'm going to end up with an arts degree and no job (yeah yeah, sorry to you losers out there who take arts degrees, but you know it's true).

Hmm, Dad wants me to be a doctor. I don't really care--- and I get accused of not having any ambition. It sounds so bad when he puts it that way- I'd say that I have realistic expectations of myself- but apparently I don't push myself hard enough. Dilemma dilemma. Guess he still have to come to terms with what I'm made of (rainbows and magic- that's what I'm made of).

Some people just need to accept what they can't change in life- and why would you ever want to change rainbows and magic?

Devil Survivor 2

Considering how I've spent 1/2 of my holiday playing this game, it's only natural that I give it some mention. It's a turn-based RPG, kinda like Final Fantasy Tactics, if you've played that. Anyway, the game mechanics are alright, but that's not what makes this game awesome. The thing that got me about this game was the engrossing storyline. It has a wide cast of characters- 13, apart from the main character (MC). All of these characters are of course playable. Multiple endings to the story, too.

MC

Anyways, the main gist of the story is that the current world is breaking down, and you can establish a meritocracy, support egalitarianism, restore the world, kill the current God and live with your broken world, or kill the current God and create a new world. For every game I have favorite characters, this one's no different. I just got super-annoyed when it turned out that the characters I liked cannot all survive- the "perfect ending", where 12/13 side characters survive kills off one of my favorite characters. It annoys me to no end.

This guy dies- *sad face*

First time round I chose to kill God and live in the broken world- took me 30 hours.
Second run I chose to kill God and create a new world (yeah as you can see I'm not much of a fan of this "God"). This took me 10 hours (you carry over stuff from the first game).
Third run, which I'm currently on, I tried to go for the "perfect ending"- IT DIDN'T WORK OUT. There's this annoying thing called the "Fate System" in the game, where you have to raise affinity with the other characters. Max lv of 5 for each of them. Guess what- you need fate lv4 for each character before a certain point, to achieve this "perfect ending". It was a pain in the ass, because you had to say the right thing to each character at the right time. I managed that for all except one character- AND I AM SO MAD. It was soooo much fucking effort, going to each character- I still have no idea how I messed it up. It was just that all of a sudden, BAM there was no opportunity for interaction with the person I needed, and I couldn't raise his affinity anymore. Now he's stumped at lv3 when everyone else is at lv4. ARGH.

WHY

Yeah, those of you who haven't played probably won't understand my frustration- but I rage quit afterwards. That should be a great indicator of how pissed I am- after all, I spent 40+ hours tirelessly on this game. I'm meant to be preparing for my med entrance exams- but eh, fuck that.

In general this is a great game- felt like reading a novel. I usually overlook the storyline of most games- I guess I just don't pay attention- but this one's memorable. Yes, I'd say it was a holiday well-spent.

Waking up in winter

I actually hate that feeling of waking up in the afternoon. Not that I can help going to bed at times like 2.30am, but I feel dreadful when I climb out of bed at 12.30pm. Well, it's only 10 hours, and when you think about it, that's a reasonable amount of time- except I feel tremendously uncomfortable when the sun sets in less than 5 hours. Stupid winter. It's cold and windy and there's no sun. YET IT DOESN'T EVEN SNOW. Gotta love Canberra.

Expectations

Reality

Miserable weather makes me miserable, and I can't even wake up early enough to enjoy the brief sunlight- but it's hardly my fault that I can't sleep at night...

At least I have the comfort of knowing that when school starts, I'll savor every hour of sleep I can get. It is perhaps the best cure of insomnia, ever.

Food Crisis

So our family was having congee (being Asian), and Dad happened to comment on whether the ingredients had any lead in it. Yeah, the heavy metal, Pb. Mum, who had prepared the food, was rightly offended, but didn't show it. All she said was, "It'd be great if you didn't comment on these things when we have guests over for dinner". Dad has the tendency to do retarded things like that, believe it or not. I still remember that time when we had this lady over, and she was a vegetarian...

Dad: AW I HEARD YOU CAN'T HAVE MEAT--- OH YOU BETTER NOT HAVE THAT, IT'S GOT MINCE IN IT.
Lady: I don't mind if vegetables and meat are cooked together, I just don't like the meat itself-
Dad: OH BUT WHAT ABOUT FISH? NO FISH EITHER HUH? DO YOU LIKE EGGS?
Lady: Uhmm...
Dad: MAN I'M SO SORRY, BUT WE ALL EAT MEAT AROUND THESE PARTS, SO WE DIDN'T REALLY ACCOUNT FOR YOU.
Lady: That's okay-
Dad: BUT IT'S BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH, YA'KNOW? NOT EATING MEAT. YOU'LL BE PROTEIN DEFICIENT. THE PILLS REALLY DON'T MAKE UP FOR IT.
Lady: ...

Aaaand he kept on going like that, all through dinner. I didn't think I was capable of feeling embarrassment, but man, did I feel it then. At one point I wondered whether he was trolling- but I didn't think Dad would be capable of so much assholery (yeah, that's a word now). As it turned out, he was completely oblivious to making the lady feel uncomfortable, and he was just trying to make sure she "had enough to eat".

After Dad had complained about the congee, Mum told him to go eat some bread. So he gets out bread, and notices a layer of floury stuff on it.

Dad: What's this stuff?
Mum: Hmm, I thought it was sugar, initially, but it's not. I guess it's just there for decoration.
Dad: Hey, do you think this could be RAW flour? It wouldn't be unsafe, would it?
Mum: YEAH, THAT SOUNDS ABOUT RIGHT. OF COURSE IT'S RAW FLOUR. WHAT ELSE COULD IT BE?
Dad: This could be a potential health hazard.
*Mum nods*
Mum: I think you should go complain about this to the bakery. Go in, and ask them whether they sprinkle raw flour on their bread after it's baked. Here, you know what, take the kids with you. Let them know that your children are suffering because of this.
Dad: Actually, I don't think the bakery would do that. Food regulations in this country isn't that slack.

Mum's expression

I mean, it's good to be cautious of what you're eating, but doing what Dad does is just OTT. We don't go to restaurants because Dad suspects restaurants don't wash their dining utensils properly. Hell, he probably thinks they'll take a dump in our food before they serve it. Sure, it's possible--- but so is everything else. Caution has its limits, before it becomes paranoia. 

Oh well, it's my Dad. What the fuck am I'm supposed to do about it?  

Plastic Surgery

No no, don't be alarmed, I'm not thinking of getting plastic surgery. It's just that today a good friend of mine sent me the link to a documentary on plastic surgery. I used to think that everybody who resorted to plastic surgery must be hideously ugly, so watching the documentary has caused quite a paradigm shift in me. It was showing these beautiful women (like, naturally beautiful), who said that they weren't happy with the way they looked, and wanted breasts large enough to fill up DD cups. I'm just sitting here going, "what the hell---"

Then in my heart I scream: It's okay, you don't need larger boobs for me to want to sleep with you! I'd do that any day- 5 times a day- free of charge!

Buuuut it seems I was wrong there too. These women aren't getting plastic surgery to catch the eye of some guy, they're doing it for themselves. This chic was complaining about a bit of fat around her waist, and how she was gonna get it surgically removed (apparently exercise and diet had failed her). It was noted, how nobody would even notice it, even if she wore tight-fitting clothes. What she replied amazed me. It wasn't about other people, she could see it, she knew the fat was there and she wanted to get rid of it. I guess that was fair enough... except not being able to live with a bit of fat cost you 15k.

Apparently getting surgery simply for vanity's sake is bad, but if it improves your quality of life it's a-ok. To be honest I can't see much of a difference. If your face gets mutilated in some accident then people would probably understand you wanting to get plastic surgery, but what if you were born with an ugly face? I mean, these things DO happen. Nobody wants to be themselves, if being themselves meant being ugly.

It seems that our society is trying to promote this "appearance doesn't matter" thing, but of course it matters. Where else did this racism thing come from? I just wish people would stop deluding themselves (perhaps a bit hypocritical, coming from me).

Sometimes I wonder if the world would be a better place if everyone looked beautiful- but then our perception of beauty would be skewed if people all conformed to the same physical traits. What then? Ugly people need to exist to make beautiful people beautiful; equality never works out. If, however, those ugly people wish to stop being ugly (which should be perfectly understandable), they should have the right to change that, eh?

Yeah, I don't think I'm going to give anyone a lecture for wanting plastic surgery. Even if it's for vanity's sake- it probably matters more to them than it does to me. As for myself, I don't think I'd ever go that far, unless I was involved in some unfortunate accident. There's a risk associated with any surgery, this is no different... I'd rather exercise than risk my life. Yeah, I said it, I'd rather exercise.

...But if I could choose, I'd rather be a cat lying on a potato. I'd be cute even if I was fat.

School, Teachers and Blergh.

My holiday has been great ever since I dropped the IB (synonymous with hell, for those of you who don't know). I have no 4000 word essay to write, no economics commentary, no English commentary, no philosophy essay and--- well, nothing really. I'm just casually sitting in bed reading maths every now and then. It's actually nice, to be read your textbook for leisure.

Feels quite classy, actually.

Then I'm painfully reminded of the teachers I got landed with for next session (a six month long session, I might add). English is alright, economics I'm dropping (phew), psychology is fine but chemistry is a fucking disaster. I bombed organic chem with that teacher, and I don't believe it's because I'm bad at organic chem. MAYBE IF I'D LEARNT SOMETHING, IT WOULD'VE HELPED IN THE EXAM. Ergh, on top of that my maths lines are screwed and my free lines are all over the place. Now I have to lie to student services about how I'm going to have a mental breakdown if I don't get a particular chemistry teacher- actually, I don't think I'd be lying. I WOULD go insane. I can't stand watching myself fail something that I could've been good at, if I had a better teacher. Stupid college policy- DON'T PRETEND THAT EVERY TEACHER TEACHES EQUALLY WELL, THIS ISN'T A FANTASY. Some people are going to get screwed over, and I'd rather if I didn't belong in the "people getting screwed over" category.

It is in times like these that I wish I had the money to hire a private tutor- instead of relying on the shitty public education system. Having a qualification in the subject area doesn't mean they can teach- hell, I could be a teacher under our current system. Just learn the content one day ahead of the student, and if they ask me a question, defer them to Google or someone else. SOUNDS LEGIT. Then blame them for being stupid or say that they "didn't study enough" when they fail the exams. Oh, I've an even better idea. I won't even learn the content ahead of them, I'll just tell them to turn to a certain page in the textbook every lesson!

This is you, economics.

Don't get me wrong though, none of them are actually bad people. Sure, some of them don't have very likable personalities *COUGH*ECONOMICS*COUGH*, but I don't think they wanted us to fail (at least I'd hope not). It's just that good intentions are never enough. If my scores weren't necessary for getting me into the uni course I want, I wouldn't give a shit. Don't like the teacher? DROP THE CLASS. Wag a few lessons, sit in the sun and listen to music, Whatever. College could be fun... if my scores didn't count. Well, even then it could still be fun... IF THEY GAVE ME THE RIGHT TEACHERS. Why does nothing ever work out?

Ah, screw school. If I die tomorrow, in my dying moments I would regret almost everything. My life has been BORING. Not that I'm going to drop out, because I expect to live longer than a few days (hoping for another 50 years, actually), but I don't have to make myself miserable for the sake of the long term. Who knows what will happen then? Better keep myself happy now, because we only ever live in the present.

Right, time to think of a clever argument, and details regarding my mental condition, should I stay in my current chemistry class.

Blargh.

So I'm in the bathroom (because all living things excrete), and then the home phone rings--- Dad, who's sitting by his computer next to the lounge (where the phone is), decides to walk all the way over to my room and tell me to get the phone, instead of picking it up himself (no exaggeration). Then I tell him I'm in the toilet and he whines about how I take a shit at the most inconvenient times.

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Mum, who's computer-illiterate, freaks out when the movie she's watching disappears: "I CAN HEAR THE SOUND, BUT I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING". So then I walk over, and maximize her window--- and before I do anything, she shouts: "I'VE ALREADY TRIED THAT BUT I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING". *switches tabs*--- "WHAT DID YOU DO? WHERE DID YOU PRESS? YOU DO THESE THINGS TOO QUICKLY AND I CAN'T SEE. IF YOU DON'T TEACH ME I'M JUST GOING TO ASK YOU AGAIN NEXT TIME".

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Dad walks in on me playing games: "HOW DARE YOU PLAY GAMES WHY CAN'T YOU JUST READ AND LEARN SOMETHING USEFUL"

Dad walks in on me reading Chinese: "WHY CAN'T YOU READ SOMETHING IN ENGLISH YOU'RE ALREADY DISADVANTAGED COMPARED TO THE LOCAL KIDS BECAUSE YOUR ENGLISH IS SHIT BLAH BLAH"

Dad walks in on me reading English: "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS READ FANTASY, READ SOME NON-FICTION"

Dad walks in on me reading The God Delusion: "WHY DO YOU SPEND ALL DAY READING HAVE YOU DONE YOUR MATHS YET"

Dad walks in on me doing maths: "YOU SHOULD GO OUT FOR A WALK YOU'RE SO FAT YOU NEED EXERCISE"

Dad during dinner time: "YOU SHOULD TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BECAUSE I HEAR A LOT OF KIDS THESE DAYS HAVE SELF-ESTEEM ISSUES AND THEN THEY GET DEPRESSED AND HAVE ALL THESE OTHER MENTAL PROBLEMS"

...Fuck. You.

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Mum and Dad: "STOP PLAYING GAMES WE CAN ONLY DOWNLOAD A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF STUFF EVERY MONTH"
Me: "...I only use the internet to read articles... We have 50G over the month..."
Dad: "WELL I'VE ONLY DOWNLOADED MY EDUCATIONAL VIDEOS FROM YOUTUBE"
Mum: "WELL I'VE ONLY GOT THE FIRST 30 EPISODES OF THIS TV SHOW"

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Gotta love being a teenager.

Typing Speed

Whilst procrastinating I stumbled across an article about how inefficient the QWERTY keyboard was- though I was aware of the existence of keyboards other than QWERTY, I've never actually known the name of one until now. Apparently the world's fastest typing record (English) was set using a Dvorak keyboard...

Now I sort of want to learn it, but I wonder whether I'll become proficient in using both keyboards, or whether I'll forget how to use QWERTY completely... Not sure I want to experiment on myself...

However, I DO have the data... when I casually did this typing test my WPM (words per minute) was 75... then when I tried a bit harder it increased to 89. Using the same site (here, try if you want: http://speedtest.10fastfingers.com/), I COULD consistently test myself and gather more data... but then if I'm 1/2 way in knowing the Dvorak and starting to forget the QWERTY when school starts- that could be a bit of an issue.

Why do you want a faster typing speed? The oh-so-sensible-and-rational voice in my head asks, So much effort. 
To show off, duh.  The other not-so-sensible-and-somewhat-stupid voice in my head replies.

I'm sure people will be impressed by how fast I can type on a computer, and my ability to use more than one keyboard... WHY WOULDN'T THEY BE?

Ergh, Asian BBQs

Recap:
So last year I went to one of those typical Asian BBQs (with Asians who are family friends of family friends who I don't even know). Then there was this annoying kid, right, who tailed me wherever I went, constantly asking me retarded questions. E.g. DID YOU KNOW THAT I BEAT THE ELITE 4 ON MY NEW POKÉMON GAME AND MY POKÉMON ARE SO AWESOME?

No, no I did not know, and your Pokémon are shit.

That's probably what I replied, because then I ended up getting slapped in the face. Yeah, that's right, slapped in the face. I was pretty mad, and I would've been like "I'LL MURDER YOU", except then I looked at the kid- am I really going to beat up a 9 year old girl, because she slapped me in the face? It didn't hurt, and to be fair I DID call her Pokémon shit...

So yeah being the non-violent person I am, I didn't beat up the kid. Then later on that day I found out that girl wasn't in fact a girl- TRAP! IT WAS A FUCKING TRAP! Aaaaand he wasn't even 9. He was like, year 7, which means he was at least 12. It was a bit too late to rage then, like, I can't suddenly just walk up to him and throw a punch (both our parents were watching)... I had to comfort myself later- HE PROBABLY HAD ASPERGER'S OR SOMETHING.

This year:
SO GUESS WHO I MET TODAY, AT ANOTHER ASIAN BBQ? Yeah, it was the same kid. No, I didn't do anything to him (I believe in non-violent solutions, because I looooove peace). I was sitting on this log, wedged between 2 other trees- and then he decided to join me. After watching him struggle and fail to climb up several times, I decided to forgive him. It was like watching a turtle on its back, trying to flip itself over (I use nice analogies).

Yeah, I have sympathy too *anticipates gasp from the crowd*

Actually, today wasn't so bad. The kid still followed me, and he continued to ask me stupid things, but they were more amusing:

Kid: I don't get "that's what she said" jokes, what does it mean?
Me: How do you expect me to explain sex to a 40 year old virgin?
Kid, indignant: I DO know what sex is!
Me: Well you know the joke already.

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Kid: What does GTFO mean? [Another friend of mine] keeps on saying that to me.
Me: It means "I love you", but it's a more subtle way of expressing it. See if he said "I love you" just like that, you might've been scared off, that's why he says GTFO instead.
*Kid looks at me with doubt*
Me: No really, you should try it. Girls dig subtlety with acronyms.

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Kid: Hey, do you know what a "Barrel Roll" is?
Me: Uhhhhh.... Internet meme?
Kid: NO IT ISN'T! IT'S A MOVE IN STAR FOX!
Me: ...

I bet you wish you could barrel-roll, when you fell off that log you so desperately tried to climb.

No, my day wasn't so bad after all. You guys might be surprised, "WHY WOULD YOU EVEN LET HIM FOLLOW YOU AROUND", but looking after other people's kids (even if they have Asperger's) is just something you gotta do at an Asian BBQ.

Oh yeah, there was an ice-cream truck that came around! I was so surprised, because we were in the middle of nowhere (ergh, south Canberra--- or rather, ergh, Canberra), but IT WAS A LEGIT ICE-CREAM TRUCK! Had the Fur Elise playing and all that. I got a lemon gelato. It was too sour.

When I asked for a lemon gelato I expected lemon flavoring and sugar... NOT SOMETHING MADE WITH LEGIT LEMONS. Or maybe it wasn't legit lemon. Maybe it was just too sour because--- no, I don't even want to know. Anyway, it was too sour and then too bitter and then I regretted it--- but it came from an ice-cream truck, so at least it was an important life experience?

Yup, today's been sooooo fun-

...Oh who am I kidding, I WISH I'D JUST STAYED AT HOME AND PLAYED GAMES INSTEAD.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies

So I've finished reading Pride and Prejudice and Zombies a while back, and to be honest it's quite overrated. I know I only spent $5 on the book, but I expected better. It's basically the same thing as Pride and Prejudice, but then they throw in these random zombies now and then, and Elizabeth uses her martial arts to kill them. See when I think of Elizabeth I think of Keira Knightley (SHE'S SO HOT)-

But I really can't imagine her killing off a bunch of ninjas and eating their hearts (yeah, that's a scene in the book). OH WHOOPS, SPOILER ALERT.

Yes the book's pretty much the same, the insignificant characters are still insignificant, Lizzy and Darcy still get together in the end... I think the only twists were with Charlotte, Mr. Collins and Mr. Wickham. That sort of made up for the it but the zombie element totally ruined every single romantic aspect of the novel. The author has a distinctively different writing style to Austen, and when it's mixed with her work- well, it's hard to read.

Well, one of my favorite novels is now forever ruined... I don't think I can ever read the good ol' Pride and Prejudice the same way ever again... Maybe I'm just not suited to Austen. It gets so dry and so boring, and sometimes I feel a mixture of admiration and disgust for her characters...

How wonderful it must be, to have nothing to worry about in the world, except for attracting the attention of handsome bachelors! All you ever do is stay at home, dance at balls, flirt around, fight for the attention of men...

...And how horribly dreadful it must be, to be a woman without any right of inheritance, no proper education and no experience or knowledge of the world! I feel like I could insert a biblical reference in here (you know, the whole Adam and Eve story). To be ignorant of almost everything and take satisfaction in domestic matters- Is the trade-off worth it? The price of freedom is protection...(I got that from Devil Survivor 2, a game I just finished today. Yeah, my philosophical words come from games, because I'm a cool kid.)

Back to Pride and Prejudice and Zombies----

Yes, it was a pretty lousy book, but knowing what I was up for I probably would have still read it. Maybe I only disliked it because it ruined Pride and Prejudice for me. They also had these little illustrations of characters inserted, and Darcy was kinda ugly (yeeah, there's my problem). I should just stick to the movie, eh? I mean, what kind of Darcy can top this?

Bingley was pretty hot in the movie, too:

So yes, moral of the story: watch the movie instead. The book itself was boring, and any adaptation written of the book can only get worse. The movie has hot actors, male and female. What more can we ask for?

I crave more attention

So now that I've announced the existence of this blog, I've noticed an increase in pageviews. I also noticed how if I refresh the page the no. of pageviews increases... Now I wonder how many of my pageviews are legitimate and how many of them are a result of me obsessively spamming F5 to create the illusion of popularity.

The problem so far, and where it's going:
Started a blog -> not enough pageviews
Tell friends about existence of blog -> not enough legitimate pageviews
Somehow get enough legitimate pageviews -> but nobody comments or +1's my posts (oh noes)


Man, the effort I put in to gratify my craving for attention... I could be doing- idk, maths instead?
It's just that whining about pedantic things whilst doing nothing about it is... more fun.  I know people love me for it. Everyone needs someone in their lives to constantly bitch to them about everything, right? ...Okay, maybe a little too extreme, but at least it's funny when I do it.

Oh~ Why am I so perfect?

Sharky Shark

I got this shark yesterday whilst shopping. Yes I spend my money in funny places. My friend was trying to dissuade me, but I held on. LOOK HOW CUTE IT IS.

 But the problem that comes with a shark is that my parents do not approve of it... Oh the dilemma.

So I was hugging it whilst I was sleeping last night, right, but then it was too fluffy and I was like, "asjkdljfahgjds" when I woke up. Sharky was so warm... Too bad I slept past noon and then it was too warm.

I'm just casually referring to it as Sharky. It doesn't have a name though. I thought I decided on Vincent, but then when I said "I'm stroking Vincent" it sounded really wrong. *Sigh*

BTW, I HAVE NO REGRETS CONCERNING THIS SHARK. NONE AT ALL. <3

I have work now?

Last night I had a resolve: I'M GOING TO START DOING WORK!

Then I went to bed, and by went to bed I mean I lay in my bed playing my DS until it was 4am. When I opened my eyes it was 1pm. Work? What work.

Personally I think the sun should stay up for longer so I get more daylight. Why should I wake up early for the sun? Why can't it just not set as quickly?

Intro

All I ever do in life is complain about how shit everything is. So why not share my misery with the world out there? Sharing is caring, right? I only spread my pessimism because I love you guys. This post shall mark the beginning of my enormous rant on how unsatisfactory my life is.

My very first complaint is here: I don't have enough readers, and I DEMAND more attention (why else would I start a blog, if I could resist my attention-seeking compulsions?).