Look who's back after a year.

Eyy, another year has been and gone. I love how this site documents past me, and boy do I miss past me. 2013 was a year of change, and was a wonderful year what with leaving Gable and spending Year 11 with wonderful people with wonderful memories. I'm currently at sixth form, and boy was that a change. You really don't know what you had until you lose it I guess. Ah, this place isn't too bad I guess, just long days with lots of work and a whole different atmosphere. I miss the nonchalance and uncaring attitude of past me. I care much too much nowadays.

I am such a ween these days, in a different way, like with everything else.

Felt like visiting here again.

Hello. It's certainly been another while since I last visited this site.

A lot of stuff has happened since then, more happy memories and more sad. I kind of use this blog as a bookmark of events. I remember writing about them, and the events around what I write. Most of the time, at least. For example, I've lost my iPod and I've no idea where it could be! I've been used to having it constantly by my side and updating my twitter account, but it's gone. Hopefully I'll find it soon.

Also, this weekend I was meant to practically write out the entirety of my business studies coursework. That didn't happen. It certainly wasn't a surprise to me that I found ways to avoid it.

Image from this page

The Homestuck fandom's also gone a bit Jade crazy with the return of the betas! I've been into Homestuck for a good few months now. It's brought me closer to Emily and Louise again, we'd kind of drifted apart in Year 10...

Ay, I'd better go before my father shouts at me because it's past nine.

Wow, I haven't been on here in so long.

The one and only baby Piccolo.

It feels different being back on here. I remember why I used to go on and write my woes to no one in particular on the internet. It sure is different than tumblr.

Currently I have a headache from a certain gif of a baby Piccolo. I love it though even though it is causing me pain. A substantial amount of pain in my head. I wouldn't recommend looking at it for too long...

Anyhow, I am now in Year 11, my last year of secondary school. To be honest, I don't want to leave. I have loved most of secondary school, and my life here. Weird, I know. I wish I could have stayed with everyone for longer, though they might not think the same way as me. In fact, I know that a lot of everyone will not be thinking the same way as me. Though everyone is marginally closer than we were say in Year 9, a few more years could have brought together long-term friendships for life. We've been together nearly five years, most of us anyway. Yet we hardly know each other. And I wouldn't say I'm particularly close to many of my friends. Most of our relationships are school based, outside of school life we know of nothing. Perhaps it will change once everyone moves on... But I don't want to think of that now. I cherish the time we have left together, we meaning my friends, and people I like and talk to and share fond memories with.

Hi. Yes I'm sorry for not having posted in so long.

You can still be updated by my tumblr (http://uneventfulsoflife.tumblr.com), but I know it's not the same. 


I hope everyone had a good Christmas and that the new year is good to you so far. My holidays were spent mostly eating junk food and watching films on TV.


I don't know what to write about. Currently, I am half writing a poem for my English homework and writing up "Inspirational Artist Annotation" for my art homework/coursework. It's been a long while since I've started them both and I'm not even near to finishing. I also need to do some maths, but I've got this teacher that isn't really my teacher (he's only here for this half term) and he makes hardly any sense. For example, this homework is only slightly linked to the work we have done in class and he expects us to write 2 whole pages. For homework. MATHS homework. I don't have to write this much for English! And this is a person who has only taught our lesson ONCE. Some people expect way too much.

Okay, I had really ought to get to finish the homework. Considering how time-consuming school life is, I'll probably post in a few months' time. Hopefully sooner.

Hiding.

Picture by carool

It’s shocking how much we hide from people when you really think about it. It may not be on purpose, nor for any bad reason, but it’s a wonder how little people know about you.

Sorry to those who actually read this - yes you Emily.

I haven't posted in a long while - I've been addicted to tumblr instead! I rarely go on facebook anymore, only when I need to talk to someone or want to upload/see pictures. I like tumblr because of the fact you can reblog things and there's a lot of cool and inspirational pictures on there.

I hope you guys (and Emily) check out my tumblr here: uneventfulsoflife

I post mostly reblogs of photos and occasionally I'll add a philosophical thought. Deep and meaningful stuff like on this site.

Things are so much cooler with a title.

Things are so much cooler with a title. I don't know why, they just are.

For example, these are REAL job titles that just sound so amazing even if the jobs are somewhat boring:

• Planetary Protection Officer - nope it's not a superhero that faces all evil and rescues cats, it's one of those people that sterilises probes going to other planets so that they remain almost as they were. If that makes sense.
• SPG (Smiling People Greeter) - not one of the cooler sounding jobs, but the fact you actually get PAID for smiling is pretty great!
• Executive Director of the Solar System - a guy that works at NASA who is in charge of Solar System exploration outside of Low Earth Orbit. Whatever that means, but it sounds INCREDIBLE.
• Chick Sexer - no it's not a man... It's someone who uses the required methods to distinguish whether a chick (as in a CHICKen) is male/female.
• Whizzer - someone who operates felt-hat drying machiner. Sounds so cool!
• Pole Technician - a pole-dancer. Since when did things get so technical?



Casually being a smiling people greeter there.

• Global Operations Director - hehe, get the joke yet? Hint: look at the first letters of the words and what do they make?...

Most job titles don't have anything to do with the job itself, or they are just there to over-complicate. However, no one can deny that having a title makes it that slightest bit cooler.

"It is not titles that honor men, but men that honor titles." Niccolo Machiavelli 

Goodbye year 9, I shall miss you.

It's this time of year again where we have to leave the past year behind us. Today was my last day of school, marking the end of my life as a year 9 student, and also the start of the summer holidays. But why am I not as happy as I have been during previous years? Why do I feel so deflated to have ended school? Why am I not rejoicing and celebrating that I have 6 weeks away from school?


At the start of year 9, I thought it was going to be an uneventful year. At the end of year 9, I'll keep my money on that thought. Sure, things have changed as they always change. I've made new friends and lost the spark with old ones. I've learnt new things and forgotten many a thought. I've changed my mind again and again. I am more accepted in some places and less accepted in others. I now care more about some things and couldn't care less about things I used to be bothered about. I've laughed out loud and cried inside. I've jumped for joy and landed for sorrow. I've fallen in love.


Just kidding about the love one. Just had to include that cliché! :']


Still, time goes on, but that's the problem you see, times goes on TOO FAST. It feels like when you're queuing up for a rollercoaster for about a half hour before getting on a ride that lasts 2 minutes! School days went like that - the lessons each day dragged and dragged, although the weeks seemed to fly by! It finally hit me this week that it was the last week of term. Even today felt like it was a normal school Friday and we'll all see each other the following Monday because it was just the weekend. The thing is, it doesn't feel like I've been at school for long enough this year. This contradicts everything that a teenager should be like. I know I should be happy that school feels so short but I'm not. I'm just not...


I'm not a very rushed person. I prefer to do things slowly and spread tasks out over days so it feels more like I'm doing less. The only times I really rush is when I get up for school (late, like every day) or doing homework (last minute as usual). I don't like feeling like I haven't got enough for my money, enough for my efforts, enough than I usually get. I feel like I've been cheated out of getting everything I possible could've this year. Feel cheated out of school time and memories. I feek cheated by myself.


At the moment, I'm in a phase where I don't want to grow up. Growing up means giving up a lot and losing your childhood. I've only recently regained my childhood back on trend and I'm loving it. Things are quite good for me at the moment - my family is reasonable at the moment, I have friends that care and love me, my education is staying on track, and I know what I want to accomplish. It's a lot to do during the years ahead of me; I hope the future is kind.


But that doesn't mean I'd rather grow up now. Teachers have told me that one of the reasons they became a teacher and came back to school was because they loved it so much. I myself have always loved school. Always.


Though I didn't admit it when I was younger so I'd 'fit in' more. This past year I have learnt not to listen to other people all the time, and that sometimes it's okay to do your own thing and have the people so their pointing and staring. I don't think it will ever stop hurting when people put you down because of what they think is right/not, but you can decide whether their actions affect you or not. I'm the sort of person who gets rather emotional with different sorts of people - I'll explain another day. You'll have to remind me, I think I'm losing my memory a tad.

A picture of me in
a group with other year 9s :']

Happy summer everyone, got to cut this post a bit short because it's like 20 to 12am and I've got to get up pretty early tomorrow. I hope this sends from my phone because the character count from this so far is 3782. That number only includes everything up until that full stop after it. So good night and I hope I will appreciate the holidays tomorrow.

Amazing stuff you can find on the internet.

I forgot to make a post on/about my birthday! I've been 14 for just over a week and it feels just slightly better than being 13. I've always regarded 14 as being a "nothing" year and so far it feels that way. But then again, I've only been 14 for 8 days.


I suffered a power cut yesterday, right in the middle of Kung Fu Panda on BBC One! It's one of my favourite cartoons of recent years and I was really enjoying it. Jack Black is pretty amazing portraying a fat panda :'] It was about half 7 at night when the power cut, just before the good bit in Kung Fu Panda D: Five minutes later, the power wasn't back on and I was bored out of my mind. I'd never experienced a power cut before! Now I truly understand how utterly boring it it without electricity.


I got so bored that I actually started catching up on art coursework! Usually, I'm plain lazy and leave it all to last minute or because I'm revising for GCSEs -.- Earlier on in the day, I came across this pretty A M A Z I N G artist called Danny Roberts, or otherwise known as Igor+Andre (though the e has an accent thing that I have no idea how to replicate on my keyboard :S). It occurred to be that you can find pretty amazing stuff on the internet. Take a second and think about what life would be like without the magic of the internet. I don't think I've ever known a time without the internet; I'm an internet baby, my kind of "generation" knows not of the time before internet! 


I do remember, sometimes, when I was little, teachers at school used to say something along the lines of, "You can use books or the internet for research or come to me for help etc.". Nowadays, they don't even bother with the books (unless they're of retiring age) or the "come to me" bit (because they're getting a tad lazy I reckon [;). So much is relied on the internet and technology. Possibly too much?

"The Two Lovers" by Danny Roberts.

Anyway, back to Danny Roberts... His art is amazing. For my mock exam I'm going to paint some paintings in the style of his work. ARGH. Got so many exams this month! Got a German GCSE one tomorrow (that I haven't revised for... not for a few months... and I still don't know how to say "I don't understand" in German...), a history GCSE on Germany 1919-1945 2 days later, another German one the Monday the week after, and finally the art mock exam over the course of two school days where I am planning to do 12 paintings. No idea how I will get them to a half decent standard in the ten hour mock exam.


AAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.


It will be freakin' hard to do the paintings justice since the artist is SUPERAMAZINGNESS. If that's a word. Which it isn't but oh well. The English language will live.


"I personally believe we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain." Jane Wagner


Hehe, complaining vents my anger and frustration and when I complain, I complain to the world.


Link to "The Two Lovers": http://igorandandre.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html
Link to Igor+Andre (Andre with an accent!): http://igorandandre.blogspot.com/

Options in life decided for you.

Once again it be parent troubles. Their "advice" really means "do this or else". One of them actually said "Do this or else...", or something along the lines of that. Basically, it means I can't choose that choice at the risk of being near enough disowned. I am not exaggerating. My parents are Asian. And scary-Asian they are too.

Image by grietgriet

"Tears are the silent language of grief."  Voltaire,  A Philosophical Dictionary