when i was doing my project on social networking sites last trimester, i came across this term called 'posting paradox'. it means that even if users of SNSs know that what they post slash upload can be used against them, they still post stuffs that give green lights to confrontations. well, it is indeed SO very..very..true.
throughout the course of my whole stay so far, here at home, i sometimes really wish that my blog stays anonymous. been questioning my decision; is all my meagre attempt to disclose this blog rather.. wrong? oh GOD. i mean, it's obvious i can't trash in twitter, right? it's wayyyyyyy too public. and while the 140 letters policy is conducive to a short sweet direct heart-felt *straight to the heart* message, i don't know. hmmm, aside from avoiding the paradox, i am a true supporter of peace after all ;)
gosh i am sooo unhappy now. though things have worked out for all the best with my fam. well except the part when mommy said 'sometimes it is better for you to not go home' (or sth like that i refuse to remember the exact wording or phrase). SHIET. now i'm speechless again......
ohh and my best friend is acting sorta not supportive. and nothing seems right with trying so hard to just hang out with my old pals. and my stay with that creep-if-a-cousin later in melb? GAH. FUCK UP LIFE. there's no one i can share this with, mom being way too practical, daddy well, busy, and my best girl somewhere out there in god-know-what. gimme a break :/ and die 'identity politics'! i wanna fucking shout what i think...and for life to SHUT up!
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Monday, February 7, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
dreams nightmares Home
this will be my third time saying (typing) this: touchdown in j-town beebs!
it had been long weeks, especially the lasts of them. more craps, more craps, fun, and sad tears. and now, i'd say my time in perth is almost dream-like, in a literal sense. it's almost like it never happened! the only proof that i DID live in perth is the increased number of friends in my FB account, the photos, my GRADES. even the emotions, smiles, happiness and worries seem so unreal. surreal. as my friend said and i quote:
(note to self: i never typed (said) nightmare OR the adj beautiful and the like)
this is... wrong. i should be having the time of my life, feeling fly (like a g6) by now, but it isn't happening. ridiculous notion indeed, that by the time PERTH is over, i'll have complete freedom and well, the sense of being completely liberated from all the pressing calls of nutty sched and schemes. but hey. still the same old same old 'so little time, so much to do'.
and now i don't know what to do, except mourn the fact that i missed djo's BRILLIANT victory against federer. SHIET. tell me again, why don't airports put up TVs for people whose flights got delayed, like me? well, well, dear perth, grow up! *throwing tantrum*
last, i miss high school. everything is almost easy then. damn! wake me up from this stupidly empty shell of a nightmare! (;.;) i wanna go HOME. and indeed, home is not your house.
it had been long weeks, especially the lasts of them. more craps, more craps, fun, and sad tears. and now, i'd say my time in perth is almost dream-like, in a literal sense. it's almost like it never happened! the only proof that i DID live in perth is the increased number of friends in my FB account, the photos, my GRADES. even the emotions, smiles, happiness and worries seem so unreal. surreal. as my friend said and i quote:
by the time you go home, all that's happened overseas seems imagined. and by the time you go back out, you feel like you were jerked out of a dream.
(note to self: i never typed (said) nightmare OR the adj beautiful and the like)
this is... wrong. i should be having the time of my life, feeling fly (like a g6) by now, but it isn't happening. ridiculous notion indeed, that by the time PERTH is over, i'll have complete freedom and well, the sense of being completely liberated from all the pressing calls of nutty sched and schemes. but hey. still the same old same old 'so little time, so much to do'.
and now i don't know what to do, except mourn the fact that i missed djo's BRILLIANT victory against federer. SHIET. tell me again, why don't airports put up TVs for people whose flights got delayed, like me? well, well, dear perth, grow up! *throwing tantrum*
last, i miss high school. everything is almost easy then. damn! wake me up from this stupidly empty shell of a nightmare! (;.;) i wanna go HOME. and indeed, home is not your house.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
pro in procrastinate-art
this is called: procrastinating. i am supposed to iron my mountain of clothes right now, but i cant bring myself to muster the SLIGHTEST enthusiasm to do so. wait, who says you need enthusiasm to iron a MOUNTAIN of clothes? says who? winnie the pooh?
been busy weeks, the last two. mommy's friends went down to perth and wowww, we are literally speaking soirees here. super super many nights and yep, food. this is called: the piggie curse.
ate like a super pig, i am convinced i regained my stupid weight! ohhh nooooo! and mommy, so not helping-ly, and so endearingly, tells me how round my nose is. of all things she could have commented on, she chose my nose?! okk that was pure weirdness. 12 on the scale of 1 to 12 ;p
and there's all the farewells and goodbyes and all that. (wonder why we never celebrate the hellos, and only remember the goodbyes?) all my housemates either moved away, or went home to our dearest poorest yet still dearest in~do~ne~siaaaaa. oh my god, i keep saying i wanna come, and they can just fold me bend me twist me whatever me, and put me in the cabin or a lugagge. and they just stare at me as though i'm a twisted lunatic. c'mon. i fit! -.- but you know, thing is, however small and weightless i may be, the charges of an overweight bagagge exceeds the price of a plane ticket home by hundreds of dollars. so yeah, it's impractical that way. and no matter how impractical i might have sounded, i want to travel in comfort, that much is for certain.
been busy weeks, the last two. mommy's friends went down to perth and wowww, we are literally speaking soirees here. super super many nights and yep, food. this is called: the piggie curse.
ate like a super pig, i am convinced i regained my stupid weight! ohhh nooooo! and mommy, so not helping-ly, and so endearingly, tells me how round my nose is. of all things she could have commented on, she chose my nose?! okk that was pure weirdness. 12 on the scale of 1 to 12 ;p
and there's all the farewells and goodbyes and all that. (wonder why we never celebrate the hellos, and only remember the goodbyes?) all my housemates either moved away, or went home to our dearest poorest yet still dearest in~do~ne~siaaaaa. oh my god, i keep saying i wanna come, and they can just fold me bend me twist me whatever me, and put me in the cabin or a lugagge. and they just stare at me as though i'm a twisted lunatic. c'mon. i fit! -.- but you know, thing is, however small and weightless i may be, the charges of an overweight bagagge exceeds the price of a plane ticket home by hundreds of dollars. so yeah, it's impractical that way. and no matter how impractical i might have sounded, i want to travel in comfort, that much is for certain.
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