OMG MARAY CHRASTMAS AND ALL that jazz
Yeah.
Something indicates that I'm not too excited about christmas
OMG I even spelt it with non-capital letters :O
Such Speel
Much Chrastmis
#Doge
#I'mreallyboredwhowantstocomeseeTheHobbitDOSwithme?
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Friday, December 20, 2013
That Bad Recording Quality :P
Weeeelllllll.... I got bored... so I looked up something rather nostalgic (for me anyways :< ) and then I just learnt most of it, but most of its still not good enough for recording quality, so I thought I might give you guys a small fraction of what I'm playing. Brydie, Dh, You guys should know this song pretty well ;)
Link to Piano-ish-ness : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tj3CPgydLx4
Link to Piano-ish-ness : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tj3CPgydLx4
I'll be disappointed if you don't know it Brydie and DH ;)
Monday, December 9, 2013
That was the Most Bloody Short Hiatus Ever
I already miss you guys and with the first day of the holidays, let's cease this damned three-four? day hiatus and get on with the blogging again! XD
(I just really needed to write shit down -.-;)
On the First Day of the Holidays, my Mama said to me. "Get off your ass you lazy son of a bitch and go work on the garden for an hour! :)"
Ok. So first of all, I HATE school holidays. Mainly because they usually aren't holidays for me. So, you may have heard this quote a while back in my old blog, but here's what my mum said about holidays.
"Holidays are a blessed time for people like you to catch up on all the work, and then do some more".
........
Yeah. So, I think from the above quote, it's not too hard imagining what I've been doing today.
(HINT IT'S STUDYING HINT)
I'm kinda having fun though. My sister is finally back, so I have someone else other than my rather pissed off mum O.o. I have absolutely no idea why she's so pissed. Like, on Sunday she was completely fine. And then today, this morning, just BOOM!. She's pissed off. Aaand so I can't do much really. But it's still good fun trying to weasel my way out of everything she tells me to do. As everything she's telling me to do is purely to spite me currently, (as she's very pissed off at me for some reason O.o) and the tasks are usually quite counter-productive. When I was gardening, the wind was blowing pretty hard. Despite that, my mum told me to grab a plastic bag, and go out there and pick up all the bits of tanbark and leaves off of our gravel lawn and stick em in the plastic bag. Now, I don't know whether she knew it was that windy outside or not (she probably did) but I'm pretty sure that even if I did pick up the bits of tanbark, bits would just blow back in again. So I went outside, picked up the bits of tanbark, stuck em in the plastic bag, and watched in hopelessness as more bits flew from other gardens into mine. After around twenty minutes of this, I went back inside, told mum it was too windy to do anything, and then she told me that I was a lazy little shit and that if I went outside and got a job and worked liked this, I wouldn't ever get anywhere. Fair enough, but could she like, seriously not call me names whilst doing this? Okay fair and dandy you're kinda giving me advise on jobs, but could you just omit the 'Lazy little shit' part?
She always tells me that
"If you act like this inside the house, then you're gonna act like this outside the house, and let's see how people treat you then you little fucker".
And sometimes, it's just so stupid, and she's just being so hypocritical.Think about it, if she acts like this inside the house... Finish the Quote.
"If you act like a bitch inside the house mum, then you're gonna act like this outside the house, why don't you go outside and tell everyone that they're little fuckers, and see how they treat you then".
I honestly don't know how calling me a lazy little shit and 'Fucker' is going to make me treat her any better.
I really don't O.o
Welp, hope you guys are having better holidays :D
Peace out guys (and girls)
Tl;Dr
My mum's a bitch. In case you didn't know already.
My mum's a bitch.
(I just really needed to write shit down -.-;)
On the First Day of the Holidays, my Mama said to me. "Get off your ass you lazy son of a bitch and go work on the garden for an hour! :)"
Ok. So first of all, I HATE school holidays. Mainly because they usually aren't holidays for me. So, you may have heard this quote a while back in my old blog, but here's what my mum said about holidays.
"Holidays are a blessed time for people like you to catch up on all the work, and then do some more".
........
Yeah. So, I think from the above quote, it's not too hard imagining what I've been doing today.
(HINT IT'S STUDYING HINT)
I'm kinda having fun though. My sister is finally back, so I have someone else other than my rather pissed off mum O.o. I have absolutely no idea why she's so pissed. Like, on Sunday she was completely fine. And then today, this morning, just BOOM!. She's pissed off. Aaand so I can't do much really. But it's still good fun trying to weasel my way out of everything she tells me to do. As everything she's telling me to do is purely to spite me currently, (as she's very pissed off at me for some reason O.o) and the tasks are usually quite counter-productive. When I was gardening, the wind was blowing pretty hard. Despite that, my mum told me to grab a plastic bag, and go out there and pick up all the bits of tanbark and leaves off of our gravel lawn and stick em in the plastic bag. Now, I don't know whether she knew it was that windy outside or not (she probably did) but I'm pretty sure that even if I did pick up the bits of tanbark, bits would just blow back in again. So I went outside, picked up the bits of tanbark, stuck em in the plastic bag, and watched in hopelessness as more bits flew from other gardens into mine. After around twenty minutes of this, I went back inside, told mum it was too windy to do anything, and then she told me that I was a lazy little shit and that if I went outside and got a job and worked liked this, I wouldn't ever get anywhere. Fair enough, but could she like, seriously not call me names whilst doing this? Okay fair and dandy you're kinda giving me advise on jobs, but could you just omit the 'Lazy little shit' part?
She always tells me that
"If you act like this inside the house, then you're gonna act like this outside the house, and let's see how people treat you then you little fucker".
And sometimes, it's just so stupid, and she's just being so hypocritical.Think about it, if she acts like this inside the house... Finish the Quote.
"If you act like a bitch inside the house mum, then you're gonna act like this outside the house, why don't you go outside and tell everyone that they're little fuckers, and see how they treat you then".
I honestly don't know how calling me a lazy little shit and 'Fucker' is going to make me treat her any better.
I really don't O.o
Welp, hope you guys are having better holidays :D
Peace out guys (and girls)
Tl;Dr
My mum's a bitch. In case you didn't know already.
My mum's a bitch.
Friday, December 6, 2013
It's all over... Wow
Well.
Oh god, wow I actually feel like I'm going to cry. That's a first.(not)
I wanted to write something really fantastic, and energising to everyone so that they could read it and kinda cheer up. But looks like that's not going to happen. Looks like I'm just going to tell everybody how much I actually hated them. Which is very little. :)
Right... Where to begin, where to begin. Why don't I start from the start of year 7.
I was a small korean kid with a bowl cut, coming to a new school, where everybody seemed to already know each other. You wouldn't believe how nervous I was. I didn't know whether I'd fit in, or whether I would be any good at the things they offer me at the school (Which I soon found out was, no... Unless it was something other than academics :P ). I didn't know anyone, except for my sister, but I didn't really particularly want to 'hang out' as they said in High School, with my sister. But I ended up doing that anyway. I joined a LEAP class, and I oggled at the timetable (it was fancy stuff at the time ok?). I was scared, rather bored because I didn't know anyone, (Except for Justin ;) We have a history) and suddenly, everyone and everything at High School seemed so intimidating. I soon got over that. My first real friend I got to know properly, was Nick. I still remember when I first saw him. He had his science book in front of his face, in hopes that Ms Cheung wouldn't see him and mark him off on the roll. I don't know what he was trying to achieve with that though, considering his name was written on the book. I remember thinking, 'What a weird kid'. Then turning back to my book filled with empty pages, and even emptier chairs at empty tables (Les Mis reference :D Anyone?). And from then on, things got a lot better. I met even more friends, (Nick seemed to be a friend magnet), and by the end of Year 7, and moving on to year 8, I had found a new set of friends. Suddenly, everything looked like it was going to be alright.
Year 8 came along, and I'm not sure that's when I first met my now permanent group of friends, but that is when I belive, me and Nick met Alfred, Patrick, Tallulah, Dan, Nasim, Claire, and ect. (Sorry I can't remember who else was there). Me and Nick would play handball, and that small group of friend would come and go as they pleased. And as the seasons rolled along, eventually, me and Nick veered away from the handbill courts, and we got integrated into a new society.
I was very happy then. I found new and interesting people. Holy shit, I found people who played Sax. Omg, another Piano player! FINALLY! HOLY SHIT THESE GUYS KNOW THAT KOREA EXISTS! OMG THESE GUYS ARE AMAZING WTF!
I had great fun, and even with all the drama that flew around the group like a small hurricane, and decided to sweep by every Band Tour (Cough Year 8 Cough), I had new friends. Something and people to look forward to at school. I learnt that people aren't always dickheads. I learnt that people can be really nice, and that I'm not the only pianist age 13. I learnt that holy shit there's so many good pianists out there.I found something that made me happy. Hell, I even managed to squeeze in a very short but rather tragic love life in-between there somewhere. Seriously don't ask me about that. I'm actually going to slap you if you do. :D. (And it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line *Go finish the lyrics to this chorus cause I can't be fucked to write them down*)
Year 8 was fun. Screw the reports. Screw all the drama that buzzed around like angry little wasps. Screw everything bad that happened then. Smile and cry because it happened.
Year 9 rolled around lazily, and wow, suddenly we're the half-seniors of Lyneham High. Funnily enough, Year 9 doesn't feel like such a long time ago. Teehee. Year 9 Band camp. That was funny. Lots of awkwardness, freaky David Power stuff, lots of morning coffee, and Taka's Breadroll, that made me, Jamie, Alfred AND Taka late to rollcall. The happy fun times bus rides, the creepy Witches in Britches, the epic performances <3 Steel & Amparito Roca, Just. A short, happy moment in my hopefully long life.
But... Year 10.
Although I've already said too much, I still feel like there's so much more I want to say. I want to thank people, I want to tell people I hate them, I want to tell people how I actually feel about them, I want to scream and cry and laugh and hug people. I want to run around outside, I want to ride to everyone's houses, I want to see everyone again, I want to relive my life as a year 10 again. As Julian actually said, I would do it all over again. I felt like Year 20 might never end. That it would be this one happy chapter in my life, repating over and over again. And eventually that might get boring, but just for everything that happened. There was so much I missed out on, so much I could have done. So much I SHOULD have done. but now everything is over. It's all over. And Year 10 is done. My final day as a Year 10 was Today. I don't know the date today. But I will (probably forget) always remember this day. Never have I met such better friends. And never could I ask any more from all of my friends. And I know you;'re all going to Dickson next year. Nearly all of you. Nearly. There are a few friends who are now leaving my side, to attend school at the other side of Canberra. Friends whom I may never see again. Maybe I'll see them at Graduation Assembly. Maybe I'll never see them again. Maybe I'll see them on the roads and then crash into them. Who knows. But I'm saying my goodbyes here on this blog. Because you guys were awesome. I'll never forget you.
Nick. Hey buddy. If you're reading this... well IDK, if you're reading this then just remember dude. You got a friend in me. When the road looks. Tough ahead, and you;re miles and miles from your nice warm - shit that's Toy Story (Doctor Who spoof :D). But. Hey friend. When you go to Bundah. Don't forget that weird hyperactive Korean Kid who was your best friend. I can't put into words how awesome our friendship was, and I won't try to describe how thankful I was that you and me were friends. Now that it's all coming to an end... well. See Ya buddy. Keep in touch yeah?
And everyone Else
Alfred H-... Hi, I'll see you at Dickson :D
Tallulah- ... Keep on palying the piano. Nuff said.:D
Dan-... Keep being tall. Nuff said.:D
Nasim-... Keep being awesome. Nuff Said. :D
Brydie-... Keep on singing. Nuff Said :D
Claire-... You go do that oceanography course. Nuff said. :D
Claudia-... Keep being loud. I'll need an indicator to see if you're in my vicinity. Nuff Said. :D
Zoe-... Well. You keep drinking that milk and liking elephants. Nuff Said. :D Oh and keep watching friends.
Caspian-... Wear them caps boy. I'll see you on LoL. Nuff Said. :D
Georgia-... You keep being the smart one. Yeah? Nuff Said. :D
D to the H-... You keep being korean. My one and only Koeran buddy (Excluding Kiwi). Nuff Said. :D
And EVERYONE ELSE.
I WON'T FORGET ANY OF YOU. I KNOW IT'S ON CAPS LOCK. I HAD THE GREATEST TIME AT LYNEHAM. MAYBE WE'LL CATCH UP SOME DAY. YOU ALL STAY HEALTHY NOW, AND I'LL COME FIND YOU. AND I'LL MAKE SURE YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THIS CREEPY BLOG WRITING KOREAN KID WHO YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN FRIENDS WITH.
Love You All. :D
Tl;Dr
You guys are just awesome. I actually love all of you in the most platonic way. Except fir maybe one person ;) You know who you are. ;)
<3 Y'all.
C You all at Grad Assembly, or at Dickson
P.s
And with this, this blog, Over the Rainbow, and Under the Hill is officially on hiatus. Due to my lack of blog writing skills, and the rather unfortunate flooding of my house due to obsessive crying over the people I've lost who are going to Narabundah, this blog will officially cease until I say so. Which will be about until the next cool thing pops up.
Until then, Ta-ta
Oh god, wow I actually feel like I'm going to cry. That's a first.(not)
I wanted to write something really fantastic, and energising to everyone so that they could read it and kinda cheer up. But looks like that's not going to happen. Looks like I'm just going to tell everybody how much I actually hated them. Which is very little. :)
Right... Where to begin, where to begin. Why don't I start from the start of year 7.
I was a small korean kid with a bowl cut, coming to a new school, where everybody seemed to already know each other. You wouldn't believe how nervous I was. I didn't know whether I'd fit in, or whether I would be any good at the things they offer me at the school (Which I soon found out was, no... Unless it was something other than academics :P ). I didn't know anyone, except for my sister, but I didn't really particularly want to 'hang out' as they said in High School, with my sister. But I ended up doing that anyway. I joined a LEAP class, and I oggled at the timetable (it was fancy stuff at the time ok?). I was scared, rather bored because I didn't know anyone, (Except for Justin ;) We have a history) and suddenly, everyone and everything at High School seemed so intimidating. I soon got over that. My first real friend I got to know properly, was Nick. I still remember when I first saw him. He had his science book in front of his face, in hopes that Ms Cheung wouldn't see him and mark him off on the roll. I don't know what he was trying to achieve with that though, considering his name was written on the book. I remember thinking, 'What a weird kid'. Then turning back to my book filled with empty pages, and even emptier chairs at empty tables (Les Mis reference :D Anyone?). And from then on, things got a lot better. I met even more friends, (Nick seemed to be a friend magnet), and by the end of Year 7, and moving on to year 8, I had found a new set of friends. Suddenly, everything looked like it was going to be alright.
Year 8 came along, and I'm not sure that's when I first met my now permanent group of friends, but that is when I belive, me and Nick met Alfred, Patrick, Tallulah, Dan, Nasim, Claire, and ect. (Sorry I can't remember who else was there). Me and Nick would play handball, and that small group of friend would come and go as they pleased. And as the seasons rolled along, eventually, me and Nick veered away from the handbill courts, and we got integrated into a new society.
I was very happy then. I found new and interesting people. Holy shit, I found people who played Sax. Omg, another Piano player! FINALLY! HOLY SHIT THESE GUYS KNOW THAT KOREA EXISTS! OMG THESE GUYS ARE AMAZING WTF!
I had great fun, and even with all the drama that flew around the group like a small hurricane, and decided to sweep by every Band Tour (Cough Year 8 Cough), I had new friends. Something and people to look forward to at school. I learnt that people aren't always dickheads. I learnt that people can be really nice, and that I'm not the only pianist age 13. I learnt that holy shit there's so many good pianists out there.I found something that made me happy. Hell, I even managed to squeeze in a very short but rather tragic love life in-between there somewhere. Seriously don't ask me about that. I'm actually going to slap you if you do. :D. (And it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line *Go finish the lyrics to this chorus cause I can't be fucked to write them down*)
Year 8 was fun. Screw the reports. Screw all the drama that buzzed around like angry little wasps. Screw everything bad that happened then. Smile and cry because it happened.
Year 9 rolled around lazily, and wow, suddenly we're the half-seniors of Lyneham High. Funnily enough, Year 9 doesn't feel like such a long time ago. Teehee. Year 9 Band camp. That was funny. Lots of awkwardness, freaky David Power stuff, lots of morning coffee, and Taka's Breadroll, that made me, Jamie, Alfred AND Taka late to rollcall. The happy fun times bus rides, the creepy Witches in Britches, the epic performances <3 Steel & Amparito Roca, Just. A short, happy moment in my hopefully long life.
But... Year 10.
Although I've already said too much, I still feel like there's so much more I want to say. I want to thank people, I want to tell people I hate them, I want to tell people how I actually feel about them, I want to scream and cry and laugh and hug people. I want to run around outside, I want to ride to everyone's houses, I want to see everyone again, I want to relive my life as a year 10 again. As Julian actually said, I would do it all over again. I felt like Year 20 might never end. That it would be this one happy chapter in my life, repating over and over again. And eventually that might get boring, but just for everything that happened. There was so much I missed out on, so much I could have done. So much I SHOULD have done. but now everything is over. It's all over. And Year 10 is done. My final day as a Year 10 was Today. I don't know the date today. But I will (probably forget) always remember this day. Never have I met such better friends. And never could I ask any more from all of my friends. And I know you;'re all going to Dickson next year. Nearly all of you. Nearly. There are a few friends who are now leaving my side, to attend school at the other side of Canberra. Friends whom I may never see again. Maybe I'll see them at Graduation Assembly. Maybe I'll never see them again. Maybe I'll see them on the roads and then crash into them. Who knows. But I'm saying my goodbyes here on this blog. Because you guys were awesome. I'll never forget you.
Nick. Hey buddy. If you're reading this... well IDK, if you're reading this then just remember dude. You got a friend in me. When the road looks. Tough ahead, and you;re miles and miles from your nice warm - shit that's Toy Story (Doctor Who spoof :D). But. Hey friend. When you go to Bundah. Don't forget that weird hyperactive Korean Kid who was your best friend. I can't put into words how awesome our friendship was, and I won't try to describe how thankful I was that you and me were friends. Now that it's all coming to an end... well. See Ya buddy. Keep in touch yeah?
And everyone Else
Alfred H-... Hi, I'll see you at Dickson :D
Tallulah- ... Keep on palying the piano. Nuff said.:D
Dan-... Keep being tall. Nuff said.:D
Nasim-... Keep being awesome. Nuff Said. :D
Brydie-... Keep on singing. Nuff Said :D
Claire-... You go do that oceanography course. Nuff said. :D
Claudia-... Keep being loud. I'll need an indicator to see if you're in my vicinity. Nuff Said. :D
Zoe-... Well. You keep drinking that milk and liking elephants. Nuff Said. :D Oh and keep watching friends.
Caspian-... Wear them caps boy. I'll see you on LoL. Nuff Said. :D
Georgia-... You keep being the smart one. Yeah? Nuff Said. :D
D to the H-... You keep being korean. My one and only Koeran buddy (Excluding Kiwi). Nuff Said. :D
And EVERYONE ELSE.
I WON'T FORGET ANY OF YOU. I KNOW IT'S ON CAPS LOCK. I HAD THE GREATEST TIME AT LYNEHAM. MAYBE WE'LL CATCH UP SOME DAY. YOU ALL STAY HEALTHY NOW, AND I'LL COME FIND YOU. AND I'LL MAKE SURE YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THIS CREEPY BLOG WRITING KOREAN KID WHO YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN FRIENDS WITH.
Love You All. :D
Tl;Dr
You guys are just awesome. I actually love all of you in the most platonic way. Except fir maybe one person ;) You know who you are. ;)
<3 Y'all.
C You all at Grad Assembly, or at Dickson
P.s
And with this, this blog, Over the Rainbow, and Under the Hill is officially on hiatus. Due to my lack of blog writing skills, and the rather unfortunate flooding of my house due to obsessive crying over the people I've lost who are going to Narabundah, this blog will officially cease until I say so. Which will be about until the next cool thing pops up.
Until then, Ta-ta
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