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Tuesday, March 22, 2011
11:34 PM
Government Craptops: Just got Better
I remember the day when I first received my government laptop. It was shiny, small and it had a disgusting colour shaming the word 'green'. I was incredibly excited; after all, my laptop was 'lost' and was 'replaced' during the last period of the day. How fun. I even spent some precious time trying to log in with the default password...and ended up locking myself out. Lovely :D (Sarcasm intended >_>) Apart from the fact that they don't have the fugly, thick edges around the screens, like all other government laptops do, they all pretty much RUN the same way; problems all round (giving our IT guys a headache I presume), 99.9% of everything on the web being blocked, AND a battery that only lasts an average of 4 hours, WHICH, mind you, is NOT the way to go. Dubbed the CRAPTOPS by our very own L.Dong., it's actually not all that hard to see why. Even the cases had given up. My friend's didn't last 24 hours (RIP). DID I MENTION THE FACT THAT EVEN SOME OF THE STUFF ON OUR HARDDRIVES/USBs (i.e. PvZ) HAD BEEN BLOCKED? What kind of filter is this? Next thing you know, they'll be planting tracking bugs inside the computer. OH WAIT. THEY ALREADY HAVE. I just felt my privacy fly out the window. Even MSN is unusable. It's just sitting there, taunting us on the fact that we can't access it, BECAUSE IT ISN'T UPGRADED O_O So then we found Gmail Chat and celebrated for a bit. We laughed and laughed some more when we thought we could finally talk to each other during...(Oh, I dunno)...Geo/History. Until one of our own came along and crushed our happiness by telling a teacher about it. Who then reported it to DET. YOU *bleeped out*!! So now we have to wallow in our sadness. It's especially painful for the poor NON-LAPTOP classes. We have to bring the laptops, THESE STUPID HEAVY LAPTOPS, A~ND we get no fun out of it. Unless you count in Mahjong Titans (OMEGAH, I love Mahjong Titans xD)...And there isn't even Adobe Premier PRO D: WHAT AM I GOING TO DOOO~*echoes around like they do when the main character in some movie is gonna get nuked* Sayounara to my days without this piece of crap. Does anyone even open it at home? I'd be surprised. I'mma just gonna go and hide in my closet. It's the only way I don't have to remember hauling 10k's to school everyday. Laters, Kookie.xx
Thursday, January 13, 2011
12:51 AM
I Have Insect Spray Beside my Bed
I can OFFICIALLY say this now. I think my room is bug-infested. It's disgusting. And creepy. And like the title implies, I DO have insect spray on my bedside table; just sitting there like a tall, blue, proud tower compared to the tissue box and even the lamp. Honestly, how many of you guys go to sleep afraid that you're going to be attacked my a cockroach or something? *Puts both hands up* I really doubt you guys would have to put up with something like this but
A. My house is OLD AS. B. My house has HOLES EVERYWHERE. C. I share a room with a sister that chews bubblegum…and puts the 'finished product' in places other than the bin.
Yeah. Ew. Gross. My thoughts exactly; she's kinda responsible for all of it. And the worst part of this is, she doesn't get attacked by anything at all. When I yell at her for eating and keeping …blegh...in the room, she's like:
"Huh? What cockroaches? And it's only bubblegum."
IS SHE FUCKING RETARDED? IT'S FREAKING CHEWED UP GUM IN SOME HUBBA BUBBA CONTAINER NEXT TO HER PILLOW. AND SHE'S ALL "Oh no. It's perfectly normal". PERFECTLY NORMAL MY ASS.
Right now, I've got god knows how many mosquito bites on me (but that's because my bed is closest to the door. Gah.) AND here's a tally of the insects I've been attacked by and killed (yes, THESE ones are to be blamed on her)
Insects discovered and killed in a week
Spiders - 2 Cockroaches - 4 Mosquitoes - (Currently 7 mosquito bites in one night and counting).
I love insect spray. But it's a little scary spraying a big, hairy spider (shudder) and then watch it spaz out a little on YOUR BED. WHERE YOU ARE SUPPPOSED TO SLEEP. Far out.
I can also proudly say now, that I can do my own laundry now. I know, LAME. But if you've been spraying your bed sheets with insect spray, AND you've been picking off the dead bodies of insects and…spiders, it's kinda self-explanatory. Be proud of me! (Or not).
So here's a warning. DON'T eat in your bedroom, unless you're CONFIDENT that it is spider and cockroach free. DON'T.
Or you'll be spending your nights with induced insomnia…LIKE ME.
Laters, Kookie.xx Thursday, December 30, 2010
11:40 PM
Dining: The ASIAN Way
YES, it's New Year's…Eve. The day before 2010 dies. Eve. THAT'S RIGHT, 31ST DECEMBER 2010 MAN. My mother made that fact very…VERY apparent. Is anyone else's house decorated with red good luck posters everywhere?
But that's not the only thing. Yes, my mother also ABSOLUTELY insists on going to a restaurant in a 5-star hotel. To dine…with family friends. Now, it's not the family friends that I'm going to complain about (but I would if it was at yum cha…) but my mother's Asian habits. I'm quite sure all of you are familiar with Asian dining habits, no?
Alright. Number one. Clothing. BAH. Of course, if anyone was going to a high-class hotel, they would, at least, TRY and ATTEMPT to wear something a little…refined. NOT IN MY MOTHER'S CASE. You see, my mother has this little obsession with white clothes (I'm guessing it takes over 60% of her wardrobe. And about 25% is made up of grey and black clothing). White shirts, white vests, white…scarves…and shoes and...(I'm checking out her wardrobe as I type this :P) BELIEVE IT OR NOT…white suite pants (le gaspe! SHOCK HORROR…or maybe it's just me. I think that white suite pants look weird.) WHITE. And allow me to remind you about where we are going. A 5-STAR hotel. A FREAKING 5-STAR HOTEL. Which means wine (did I also mention about how Jane's family and mine went to the Hunter Valleys the day before? Yeah…LOTS of wine test-tasting…and not a single bottle bought). And EVERYONE knows that white clothes and RED wine don't go together well.
SO, you've established that she isn't going to wear anything white from her wardrobe. And we're going to a 5-star hotel. SHE WEARS…! A T-shirt and grey-cream cotton pants. I really couldn't have facepalmed myself any harder. Just to make matters worse, my mother was perhaps the only one who wasn't wearing anything decently formal out of all the parents there. THAT was awkward just looking at parent's table. BAH.
Number two. She's an absolute MISER (coughlikeallasiansarecough). Okay, okay. You order a one course, you get one course. You order two courses and you get a course plus dessert. Yay! Or not, in my mother's case.
"You're not getting two courses! It too expensive! Look at it! One course - 40 dorrah! Two course - 50 dorrah!"
I think she also mentioned something to do with getting a free drink with the one course…not that it really mattered because you got a free drink regardless of how many courses you ordered anyway. In the end, everyone got their own two courses (I sound SO much like a spoiled brat) and omegee :D The food was awesome; PLENTY of credit to whoever did the dessert (crème brulee).
But what if we didn't go to a 5-star hotel for dinner? What if it was…YUM CHA?! (Cue doom music) Don't get me wrong; I love going to restaurants PROVIDED that the food there actually LOOKS and tastes good. If it doesn't then…I don't really…yeah. But the BEST thing about going to yum cha is actually because it's loaded with Asians there. SO, even if your parents put up a fight about who's going to pay for the meals, nobody will notice :D
On that note, fighting for the bill, my mother still a miser EVEN when paying for the meals. It's just that she doesn't complain to other people's face, but to mine. MINE. (Going COMPLETELY off-track, would you like to know that I've now got a MASSIVE mosquito bite on my eyelid? …And it's all swollen. Lovely). IS THERE SOMETHING SO WRONG WITH MY FACE THAT SHE HAS TO COMPLAIN TO ME AND ME ONLY?! (There probably is :P).
While paying/fighting for the bill "Oh no! I'll get it! You paid for it last time! And besides I invited you guys! It should be right that I pay for it!"
After paying and everyone has disbanded from the dinner "CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! I PAID *large amount*for this dinner! If only we didn't eat *food*, *food*, and *food*! Those were really TOO EXPENSIVE (Such typically Asian words, "THIS TOO EXPENSIVE!!")!
Well, you get the idea. I'm pretty sure some of your parents act like this too *coughDADcough* (please don’t take any offence from that…it was in reference to me…father)
I wonder if I'll become an Asian miser one day…? And JUUUST a thought, I think Asian misers are the epitome of ASIANESS. And being an Asian is awesome (we all know that). Just look at the groovy hairstyles the Koreans have :D
Yeah, I know what you're thinking (omegah. Such a lame post). I'M TRYING, I'M TRYING D:
Laters, Kookie.xx Saturday, November 27, 2010
11:36 PM
Let's unRAP our School
WARNING: It has almost a thousand words in it. I’m testing your patience J Okay, look here. We are a Selective school. We are NSG. We used to be 2nd, until our previous principal left for Asquiem. And then we began sliding down the rankings. Fast (seriously, SMASHED by Hornsby?!). And now, when we least need it, our school has now adopted a ‘oh, screw our academics and think like abstract retards’ sort of attitude. The principal and deputy-principal have anyway. RAP. Reflective Assessment Presentation. In other words, a load of bullsh*t. Consists of three areas aptly named: ‘Connectedness’, ‘Innovation’, and ‘Resilience’. And when you mush these altogether, they form something called ‘Hollie’. Or you could just call it CRAP. That works too. Oh right, I almost forgot: this RAP was represented in the form of a (virtual) doll made out of Microsoft Auto-Shapes. Obviously, our principal and dep-principal haven’t heard of something called ‘target marketing’. Right. First things first. Connectedness. Definition: How people (SHOULD) use the available resources and tools around us. And, frankly, nothing that we need to shout out to the world, really. Ok, say you have this question you need to ask. What do you do? Meet one of my BEST friends: Google. Has almost every bit of information on it. What if it’s not on there? You go to a library and meet my friends: Books. No? Not there? Go ask someone who has expertise in it. Basically, research, in a nutshell. What do you do afterwards? Maybe nothing at all. Or you could casually discuss it with people you know well. You do not, YOU DO NOT go around the entire school talking about what you discovered. NO. Next! Innovation. Ha. Of all the things to talk about, this is the worst to talk about. ‘How did you go about solving this problem?’ Throw in the word ‘creative’ in there somewhere…and you should get the idea. Really, IF you were to ever get into a problem, how would you solve it? ‘Creatively’? Surely not. A lot of us suffer from an epidemic of a disease called…PROCRASTINATION. How would you go about conquering it? A time-action-plan. I’m not going to say that’s a bad idea. It’s actually quite beneficial to a lot of us (kekeke…*raises hand*). Yeah, well. That’s one way of INNOVATIVELY solving problem. I’ll bet that at least 85% of the school procrastinates. Or maybe it’s just me…*sob*. SO, 85% should be talking about how to prevent ourselves from procrastinating. And suddenly it’s not so INNOVATIVE anymore. Ok. No. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be talking about anymore. MY POINT IS, that solutions are no longer ‘creative’ anymore, because so many of us use the same solution. So what’s the point of ‘INNOVATION’ being there in the first place? RESILIENCE. Argh. Yes, it’s the easiest, but no, it makes us all feel bad, and then we turn into whinging people that do nothing but whinge our bad points and then we SOLUTIONISE (lol, Microsoft didn’t red-underline it. I never knew it was a word :L) them. The end. OH I FAILED A TEST. I STUDIED AND GOT FULL MARKS IN THE NEXT ONE. YAY. (According to Mr. Henshaw, that was called nerding. Believe me, nerding doesn’t exist in the Asian race. There is only studying 24/7.) OH I COULDM’T MANAGE MY TIME PROPERLY. I MADE A TIME-ACTION-PLAN AND THEN I FINISHED MY WORK 7 WEEKS BEFORE IT WAS DUE :D. Yeah, well….yeah. :/ We all say stuff like that in our RAP…don’t we? Again, like with INNOVATIONS, it there are some things which we say WAY too often to be worthy of presenting. Finally, HOLLIE. Yes, basically, it’s just a BIG presentation of everything thrown in, and the worst of all presentations to be presented. Because you’re going to be up on the stage, both boasting and whinging about everything you’ve done this year. And everyone’s going to think that you’re really UP YOURSELF. BIG TIME. Yep, RAP is there to make you feel really good and REALLY bad about yourself. It’s like sharing your (school) privacy with everyone, thus making it not so private anymore. So much for keeping your work scores to yourself. Now. TO SUM UP EVERYTHING that I have written here so far, let’s use an example. Mr Henshaw: the perfect example. YES, for ONE ENTIRE PERIOD he told us about 50 YEARS OF HIS LIFE. Ha ha. I TOTALLY WANT TO KNOW ABOUT SOME RANDOM PERSON’S LIFE. ALL 50 YEARS OF IT. Ok. He is a ‘MUSICAL’ person. When he was young, he thought of something…’creative’. Guess what THAT was? Yeah, a story about him talking to himself and his house. Lovely. The teacher wasn’t amused, NO TELLING WHY (!). Yeah, later on in his life, he became involved in music. Alright, that’s cool. Until he came up with the question: Why was the number 5 so involved in music? And so he researched and thought and researched a little more. Mr Henshaw mentioned something about Schubert changing styles and something…but all I remember was the diarrhoea of the mouth he had. “NUMBER 5 was jkshfianviusdhglaieruheriohjgo;aweijg…”. Now, I respect the creativity and questions of his. But what I don’t respect was the FACT THAT HE WASTED AN HOUR OF MY LIFE TELLING US HIS LIFE. And I can tell you, I’m still struggling to relate that to the RAP. Maybe he’s getting lonely. Yeah, RAP…it just doesn’t work for me. I would prefer to solve my own problems rather than blurt them all out to the world. Maybe our school will get rid of them sometime soon…before I transfer schools perhaps. So. I’ll just end it there. I’m tired. Of RAP. Of YOU (kidding. I love you all). Did ANYONE last through all that? I’ll give you a (VIRTUAL) cookie :D You don’t like (virtual) cookies? You think funny. Alright then. Laters, Kookiemonstah.xx P.S. I’ve been running low on ideas. So please? Post some ideas in that Chatbox…which is somewhere on the side of my page…I think. Oh I see it now. :D Thursday, August 19, 2010
2:41 AM
We all LOVE Sports
Sorry for the REALLY LATE POST...as you know, I REALLY SUCK at keeping up with updating my stuff. So be happy that I update the blog :D Ok. Read on: We all LOVE Sports. Don’t we all? I mean, who can resist the urge to move around and Us NSG’ers had a GAMES DAY today, and yes, that meant more FRIENDLY competition against REALLY…REALLY NICE people from other teams. Take ASSquith for example. We played netball with them. I like netball games, and this one in particular. Actually…I’m not in a sarcastic mood right now. And to all the suckers who thought I was actually telling them something true, I’m gonna give you a word. “SARCASM”. Look it up, and learn its art. It’ll help you to the end of your life. Games Day, is perhaps the biggest joke there is in the history of foul jokes. A friendly competition with points and scoresheets? Friendly people who bitch about and intimidate other schools (with the exception of Hornsby :D)? Friendly Games Day? Whoever thought up the idea must be sick in the head. Very sick. Now, I’m just gonna go on ranting rampage about the two schools that I hated most: Asquith (also known as the Asses): Really, apart from the black eye-shadow and constant contacting in netball, they also were perhaps the bitchiest school I have ever encountered. We played them in netball (yeah, I said that already…) and guess who were umpiring the game? The asses. And being the load of crap they were, yes, the game was absolutely rigged and biased. Alright, you know how there is a metre (three feet) rule for defending? Yes well, apparently, we weren’t allowed to do that…and they were given the privilege of standing toe-to-toe with our team. Yes, we were made to stand so far away that three or four people could’ve stood between us. That’s pretty far. And my team was short (sorry!). I’ll let you work out the rest. Contacting! Everyone’s favourite way of saying “I hate you.” :D Eh heh heh…yeah. So…contacting? Add the biased umpires and you’ve got a cooking recipe for a rigged game that shouldn’t have even existed. Every ball we caught, we contacted (trust me…contacting with the ball in your hands DOESN’T exist) and lost possession. Every time THEY contacted us, well, it just didn’t happen in their world. In the end, we were thrashed. We shook hands: Me: “Good game” Batch: “Good game” Me: Good game…*bitch*” Yes. I am a mean person. We all are. Accept the facts. Let's keep going. You know Macarthur? Yeah? Bogans? Yeah? Yup. They aren't bad people, just...just...err...yeah. That. (I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about *points to the head*). And now you've got Asquith, being retards and yelling out hopeless stuff like "Oh you think 9 x 7 is 63". Well, sorry to say, but the answer is correct. You're just too dumb to notice it, Asquith girl :/ Riverside: Gawddamn those fudging batches >:( We poor asian people were battered with racism, racism, bruises, AND OH DID I SAY RACISM?! "Oh gosh, I didn't know Indians could play soccer"..."Hey you, Asian! ... UGLY!!!". Yeah. You get the point. And they were blind. Apparently. Honestly, if the soccer ball flies a meter higher than the goal posts...then do you say that it landed RIGHT. BETWEEN. THE GOALS?! No. Of course not. But they, being absolute dicks, told the refs that it went through, even saying that it rolled in. No. It just doesn't work like that girls. Girl-bashing is absolutely unacceptable. Boy beats girl? Nah. Not in this case. It a girl vs. girl situation where one girl (riverside) could be compared to a boy...and maybe could be more manlier than the boy himself...hm. I receieved 2 bruises from playing soccer, one massive one on my leg (Riverside...you kick the ball...not me.) and another to my rib. But I got lucky. Because I wouldn't want a ball to my face :/ I said I wanted to crush them, flatten them with a jackhammer, and then bring a machete. But then someone came along and said "Uh, Kookie, you're too light on them. Personally I would wipe them out with a NUCLEAR BOMB!". That person has earned respect from me. Next time, I am having my weapons of mass destruction at the ready. NO BODY piss me off >:) Laters, Kookiemonstah.xx Labels: bad, games day, rant, sports, sportsmanship Thursday, July 29, 2010
2:30 AM
Hate.
I hate myself. I really, really hate myself, more than I hate anybody else. This constant frustration building from my incompetence at everything I try, it tears me apart.
I would like to say sorry to everyone that I have worked with so far. I was a burden, and I will stay forever a burden to all those who I group up with to work. Take Nancy, Sandy, and Yvette for example, I worked with them for the science assignment. I thought that I could show off, be arrogant...I thought that I could do things that I, in reality, couldn't. I OVERESTIMATED myself by too much, so much that everything in my fantasy world turns into a false reality. Now, we're way behind, and I pulled crap at 11. Obviously they weren't too happy. I'm a fool, to think that I could fit in. Ever since year 4, I was ousted from groups, reason unknown. I hate myself for not being up to my own expectations. Failing other expectations. I HATE IT ALL. "I really hate you...so just disappear..." Tuesday, June 22, 2010
2:45 AM
Being Compared, Getting Compared
Asian parents LOVE comparing their kids to other kids. THAT is a fact of asian life. So are maths and money; just ask the Asian kid sitting beside you. "Why can't you be like your sister? Why can't you beat your cousin?!" It pisses me off. It really does. I don't understand how my parent's can't understand the fact that I suck at maths or my fingers aren't long enough to reach an octave on the piano. Maybe that's why. But no. They don't take that into consideration. It's just a straightforward "YOU SUCK IN EVERY WAY". What pisses me off even more is the fact that they ignore your better days and make it the worst. In a really stupid way. "Hey Mum! I scored full marks in my maths test!" "NOT GOOD ENOUGH!! Well your brother/sister scored 200%!! Why can't you do that?!" Cue the onslaught of WTF's. You see? Even full marks isn't good enough. You think I've finished. Better wait, I'm not done yet. You see, my parents have a very close group of friends, each and everyone of them dedicated to degrading their poor child. And every time they have dinner together, they spend that time degrading their kid as much as possible, IN FRONT of the victim. Yes, harsh I know. Want more? Here's a little; they exaggerate beyond the recognition of truth. "...*blahblahblah* my daughter's music theory exam". "Really? How'd she go?" "OMYGEE so screwed it up so badly. She got like...90/100. See? My daughter can't study for crap etc etc" I understand that many of them come from harsh pasts, I'll give them that. But does it make it necessary to make the child's life absolute hell? Telling them that everyone gets decent scores except you? Really. And when it comes to a maths test, they are on your heels more than anything else. Me, yes. You, likely :] Sighs...now that I come to think of it...I really do suck at studying for tests. I get to involved in doing stuff like Facebooking and updating this blog. Man, I suck. Oh well. Huh? You telling me to study instead of updating this? Heh heh. NO WAY >D Laters, ♥Kookiemonstah.xx
sometimes we tried very hard to hide all of changes that happened to us
Sometimes, I pretend to be normal but it becomes so boring. Oh LOOK. A shiny person.
I am that awkward teenager who has the ability to fall UP stairs. Such a smart girl. Oh and did I also tell you I...LIKE COOKIES? No not really. But now...I really want something cold and sweet to drink. Cheers, man.*Throws a virtual cookie at you* AAA~ND FINISHED :D CAN YOU PLEASE COMMENT ON THE CBOX LOCATED UNDER THE 'SITE' BUTTON?! I STOPPED BLOGGING BECAUSE I THOUGHT NOBODY WAS READING IT D: (lol. Hardcore begging much :L) Name: Beverly (Preferably Kookie please :D) Age: 14 and growing ;) Birthday: 4th July (HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO YOU U.S. PEOPLE TOO :D) Location: Sydney (AND STAYING 8D) Interests: Kpop, dissing asian traits (don't get me wrong; i LOVE the asian way), music, awesome people :D If you're reading this please say 'HI!' And then we can be FRIENDS :D WEBCOUNTER :)
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