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Saturday, October 15, 2011

Given the rapidly approaching exams of DOOM(!!!!), I would like to give you guys a brush up of what we learnt this year– a “HSC 101” so to speak, in essentially 5 minutes.

So what exactly did I learn this year? After months of revision, litres of sweat, kilograms of weight gain, hours of observing bogans at the library, it has all come down to this:

1. English:

As You Like It – stalking at its best as two hormone-driven girls foolishly follow a buff guy into the dark, mysterious forest. Touchstone falls for some buxom blonde who is synonymous with Borat’s sister, and miraculously, Rosalind’s cousin becomes romantically attracted to Orlando’s brother. Then there’s Jacques, who wakes up on the wrong side of the bed every morning and contemplates life in the gloomiest manner imaginable. Thankfully all ends well, with the only exception being the melancholy Jacques, who stubbornly enough remains enveloped in his sorrow and his bleak outlook on life.

Persepolis – the autobiography of an Iranian girl who lived through the Cultural Revolution. Spatial relations were strained as she, as would most rational-minded individuals, realized that Khoemini was a raging maniac who legalized the possession of more than 2 “temporary” wives purely for pleasure as well as sexual intercourse with animals. She escaped to Vienna but was further crippled by multiple love affairs, particularly her relationship with Marcus who woke up the next morning and went “yup, now I’m definitely sure that I’m gay.”

Frankenstein – an ambitious young man is overcome with his insatiable thirst for success brews up some random concoction in an attempt to reanimate life. He hits the jackpot when some dead corpse rises from the dead and gazes lovingly into his eyes. The scientist at the mere sight of those yellow eyes suddenly experiences a paradigm shift of the century and decides that he longer has the will to live. He mopes about his pathetic existence for the remainder of the novel.

Blade Runner – Harrison Ford takes a break from Chewbacca to shoot some plastic humanoids. LA 2019 is transformed into Eastwood as Japanese billboards and Asian eye manufacturers become a common occurrence. Ford attempts to enchant a snake lady and finds great amusement in origami, while Roy transforms into Jacob Black and sprints around the complex while howling like a bloody wolf. Roy eventually regains his composure in the rain and describes himself as a fiery angel that fell from the sky. Yes...

“Triste Triste” – Harwood is torn between her personal aspirations and domestic duties. She proceeds to equate the beauty of artistic expression to Christ’s resurrection and sexual intercourse. Christians are outraged, radical feminists rave on about gender inequality and Zac boldly asserts in his essay “this reflects Harwood’s dissatisfaction with her sex life”, pissing off Rutherford in the process.

“Violets” – the intoxicating scent of violets induces hallucinations of one’s childhood. A little kid weeps in contorted agony as time is stolen away from her. A reality check subsequently takes place as she realises that, unless you can build a time-machine, yearning for the past is completely futile.

The Fiftieth Gate – Baker experiences an epileptic seizure while writing, leading to the novel’s schizophrenic structure that renders comprehension a difficulty. The infusion of “fecks, fecks,fecks” with“ dramatic recreations” fails to generate interest as periodic micro-sleeps occur on behalf of the reader. Winner of the Dullest English Text Award.

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MATHS:

Complex numbers are indeed complex and imaginary numbers exist despite its imaginary nature. Newton’s Law can fail and V v T t r g U all possess numerical significance.

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Economics:

Economic growth is enshrined and worshipped like there is no tomorrow. Inflation is the big bad wolf that ruins the party, and CAD is as persistent as your ex-girlfriend who never stops calling you. Monetary policy can help to confine the big bad wolf but hey, a GFC can destroy the bloody animal.

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Modern History:

We never learn from past mistakes. Let’s prove by mathematical induction for all positive integers n.

Prove true for n=1.

World War I -

Step 1: Courage and stupidity are on display as soldiers go “over the top” with their bayonets.

Step 2: soldiers are decimated by the clear superiority of machine guns.

Step 3: repeat step 1.

:. True for n=1.

Assume true for n = k.

Now prove true for n = k+1.

Russia and the Soviet Union –

Step 1, 1917-21: life is atrocious for peasants. The state forcefully takes all of their produce and exports it to foreign countries while they are left to rot. Peasants complain ceaselessly and demand for more land.

Step 2, 1921-1927: a nice change up delivered by Captain Vladimir Lenin with his tricky free-market manoeuvre. Peasants are now happy boffins as they can earn a living by selling surplus grain on the market to feed their family.

But wait, doesn’t that mean capitalism > communism? Surely that cannot be true.

Step 3, 1927-1937: repeat step 1.

:. True for n = k+1.

Hence by mathematical induction, we never learn, do we?

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And then there’s the Cold War:

US: - points all its missiles (ICBMs, SLBMs, IRBMs, BRBMs etc) towards the USSR –

USSR: - directs all its missiles towards the US –

US: launch it and I’ll destroy you.

USSR: come the fuck at me.

US: I’m. About. To. Press. The. Button.

USSR: likewise.

US: - inches closer–

..

- and closer –

USSR: ALRIGHT ALRIGHT CALM YOUR FARM. Let’s negotiate.

I think the highlight of the Cold War is without a doubt Boris Yeltsin. This man is quite the character I must say. Let’s take a look at his finest moments:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-z9wfueMAw

If he was a mean drunk, the whole world would’ve disintegrated into radioactive wasteland.

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And with that, I shall bid you farewell for now. Good night, and good luck.

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PEACE!

Thursday, October 6, 2011

SO currently it's some random hour in the morning and I'm up for no particular reason. When incidences like that occur, I'm normally on this simplistic trance-like getaway and feel the need to expel all that is within the confines of my mind. I feel very at peace.. which is quite nice actually.

I have found my home in Castle Hill library over the past few days. In the gardening section to be exact, where cushiony seats and empty powerpoints are there at my disposal. Normally, it is also the chilling spot of the elderly (finally, a break from them fob and bogans), and it's been nice to just exchange a few words of kindness, like telling them to have a good day and all :) I've realised that I quite enjoy talking to strangers, provided that they are not strangers of the pedofilic kind.

Like the filo lady who lives down my street for example. I used to see her on some days when I walk to school in the morning. She'd always smile and we would chat for a little while... about how she just got off work, if everything was going well for me, if I was coping okay. I think it really brightened up my mornings, especially on days when my stress levels were skyrocketing through the roof.

I bumped into her again on the morning of graduation. Thankfully I wasn't as teary as James Le cos then it would've been a shocker. She wished me well and told me to keep in touch :). I think I'll bake her cupcake and pay her a visit after the HSC.

Speaking of nice people, this elderly man who lives behind me (I still don't know who he is) slipped me a card in my mailbox a few years back. In his scrawny handwriting, it read;

" To the Musician,

It is great to hear someone running nibble fingers (something which I have long since lost due to my Parkinsons Disease) across the piano keyboard. I often hear you practice when I'm out in the backyard. It is a pleasure to hear the practice, even scales, it is not a nuisance.

You have a magnificent gift of music. Keep up the practice to enhance your gift, then use it wisely.

Keep practicing,

Ron, your backyard neighbour."

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It was incredibly sweet of him, I still remember him sometimes on those rare occasions when I do play.

I guess what I really want to say is, do something nice today! Be it for a friend, a family member, or even a stranger.. because you CAN make a difference.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011

There have been a few complaints regarding the lack of activity on this blog.

But have no fear! This blog is merely chucking a Snow White; anticipating its revival by a hunk in a trunk. Tonight, I guess I shall be that hunk.

So what have I been up to lately?

1. I have been ‘chilling’ with my boyfriend, Mr. Study. To say that it is a dysfunctional relationship would be the understatement of the year. I really want to tell him that it is not working between us, but he’s transferring $92340930948394 billion to my bank account soon so I’ll have to wait another month before I slay him.

2. I chanced upon this today J

And if this is what it takes
Just to lie with my mistakes
And live with what I did to you
All the hell I put you through
I always catch the clock
It’s 11:11
Now you wanna talk
Its not hard to dream..

See that? Eleven fucking eleven.

3. I have been reading Benjamin Law. For those who know me, I hate little kids. When I hear a kid scream, I have this incredible urge to stuff an apple in its mouth. There has only been 1 kid who I’ve liked over the past 18 years of my mundane existence and it’s this guy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErMWX--UJZ4 because he’s SO ADORABLE! <3

I still remember a few years ago when my 3-year-old cousin asked me to play play-doh with her. Reluctantly I agreed, simply because I am a kind hearted individual like that. So off we went, exchanging niceties and playdoh alike. BUT, just as I finished my masterpiece, SHE TOOK IT AND CRUSHED IT MERCILESSLY WITH HER BARE HANDS! Needless to say, I rage quitted.

Anyways, back to Benjamin Law. According to Benjamin Law’s mom (not mum because it reminds me of Egyptian mummies), pregnancy is like “a man squeezing lemons out of his penis-hole”.

ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS? I am eternally scarred.

4. I have been mirin’ Brendon Urie. All you Baulko Boys should do this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3sA5plF6kE&ob=av3e. That gives “LIKE A BOSS” a whole new meaning.

5. When lame kids collect stamps, I collect ugly names. Obviously I’m not going to reveal my entire stash but the benchmark is like .. Eunice, Agatha, Bertie, Ronald, Augustus etc. Tell me if you know any!

6. Reading my grad notebook J. There were a few standout ones but I think Alvin deserves the Gold.

“I still remember how we met over me bagging you out on msn when I was going through an epic PMS stage… and how I kept catching you bitching about me AHAHA. You ought to make sure the person you’re talking about isn’t sitting behind you in your class!!”

– insert picture of him catching me bitching to Josh in the TLC –

LOL I’M SO SORRY ALVIN! FORGIVE ME!

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Kay ceebs anymore. Snow White can go back to being drunk like Wajaja.


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