Of Boredom, Novels and Loads of Extra Time

So, umm, yeah. Awkward. Sorry to whoever that actually have been reading this for going MIA for quite sometime.

Anyway, well, its kinda obvious that all exams, major and minor are all OVER. Hoots. Praise the Lord, hallelujah. Of course there's also the worrying over results part, but for now, ugh, who cares, results can wait. Then again, since exams are over, there's nothing to do. Seriously, absolutely nothing, none, nada, zilch, nicht, zip, nein, nyet, iie, nix, nil, absolutely NOTHING. Apparently there seems to be no point in doing anything after exams. Sigh. Therefore, I AM BORED and on the brink of insanity and close to losing my mind. Why? You ask? Because I just KNOW. And of course I also tend to laugh at the oddest of times and at nothing at all. And of course there's a whole lot more, but you don't need to know that do you. Smirks.

And well, since I'm so bored. I've bought tons of novels to read. Yay for me. Laughs. But there is one novel that I highly recommend (Hunger Games apart, because, seriously, what CAN top the Hunger Games anyway?) So, anyway, I'm suggesting Virals by Kathy Reichs(She's the person that inspired Bones the TV series just so you know). One of the best books I've read up till now, not the best, but one of the top few on my list.

As for the loads and loads of extra time, I've been doing nothing, as said. Which is why I'm back to typing, because no story plot bunnies have came to mind. Oh well then, that's 'bout it, the next post will probably be up soon, considering the fact that I'll be bored anyway.

Current song playing:

Greyson Chance - Waiting Outside The Lines

Lady Gaga - You and I

Justin Bieber - Mistletoe

Any random Sungha Jung song on his Youtube page

Of Exams, Marianas Trench and Holidays

Am back and am sleepy. Ugh. There's been like a thousand and one exams lately, exam after exam, test after test. It's driving me crazy! Purely ridiculous! Well, at least I'm not failing (when I should be because I've done absolutely zero studying, smirks) Well, anyway, right after trials exams two weeks ago, now there's another term test going on, it ends tomorrow though. But then again, sigh, I think I'm gonna lose my mind from all of the last minute cramming (cramming IS different from studying you know). Oh well, just one paper left, which is math, which is also the subject I'm best at, wish me luck, or well, maybe not, don't really need it.

And anyway, moving on from my Sungha Jung obsession, I'm currently leaning against Marianas Trench, haha, funny I know. Two totally different categories. Well, yeah, I'm still in love with Sungha Jung, but still, Marianas Trench has nice songs! Especially 'Celebrity Status' and 'Perfect'! Swoons. (I wanted to suggest 'Shake Tramp' but it's kinda, inappropriate.)

And never forget, ONE MORE DAY TILL HOLIDAYS! WOOHOO! Will be going outstation during holidays though, sigh, no staying at home and sleeping my life away. Oh well, at least its better than going to school to sit and stare at the teacher. Till next time, whenever that is.

Of Party Rockin', New Glasses and Trials Exams

HELLO I'M BACK.

Lol, s'been a pretty long time since I've typed anything. Well, anyway, time sure flies huh? Because guess what? Trial examination starts tomorrow! Yippee! I will definitely flunk this exam, I know for sure. Anyway, trials aside, will crap about it later, lately I've been sorta NOT EXACTLY myself, like what I'm doing now. No, I am not, I repeat NOT a hyper kid, I was never a hyper kid. But recently, I'm practically bouncing around, and singing party rock anthem out of the blue, like, the hell? What's wrong with me? Oh well, better relax than stressed out till I cant think straight, its not like I'm thinking straight now either. And so on and so on, my church's Fellowships' anniversary was just a couple of days ago, and HELL, it was awesome, I thank all the MIFers loads for making my day freakin' epic, even though there's minor setbacks with the powerpoint and stuff but it was still great, scratch that it was beyond awesomeness. And of course, I'm obsessed with LMFAO' party rock anthem, well, mostly this particular line "Sorry for party rockin'", laughs.

And not to forget, I have apparently got a new pair of glasses, since my old pair is practically useless now since I'm close to being blind. But still, my new glasses rocks. At last to me it does. Black is the new black! Lol, isn't that what people always say? They don't? Oh well.

Moving on, now, is time for my rant. What did I wanted to talk about again? Oh wait, yeah, trials, apparently, its that time of the year again, sigh. But then again, the bright side? This is the last official school examination of the year, yay, note sarcasm. And yet again, the time of the year to study our asses of, not like anyone know anyway, parents are always so goddamn irritating at this time of the year, its always study this, read that, do your revisions and practice that. Hell, don't they get the fact that the more they nag, the least I want to do it? Seriously, always acting like they care about it, let's see how they deal with it in situations like this, expecting so freakin' much on you, what do they think I am? Superman? And my bitch of a brother isn't helping much either, being the fuckin' jackass he usually is, flunking exams and lying and stuff. Groans. And tomorrow, I face death, the ultimate toughest exam in the whole damn school year, will see you in the next dimension, because my ass off a brother is using lame excuses to kick me of the laptop, he thinks the laptop is his, his his ass, I say. If he passes all his exams then I'll say its his, that dumbass doesn't know what he's up against, may the Lord be with him. Cheers.

Of Parent-Teacher Conference, Lack of Sleep and Music Instruments

Today, yes, today, Friday, on the 8th of July, is my school's parent-teacher conference day. You know, the day where your parents go to your school and listen to embarrassing rants about you from your class teacher? So, yeah, that happened today. I shall skip and spare you the part of the ridiculously boring wait and duty which I had to endure in the morning to the part where my mummy dearest came. And like any other parents, my mum did the same thing, wait till their turn. When it WAS her turn, I didn't dare to sit there and listen through it, afraid of the scolding I might get. Which I received after that anyway. You know what my mum said I was, she said I was "lazy", which I am, anyway. And you know what my mum told my class teacher? She said and I quote "Nowadays the passing grades for national schools are so low. You only need 40 marks of a hundred to pass. And that's not even half! Let's just say, once they go out to work and have a project going on, and they don't even know about half of it, do you think it'll work?" That was awesome man, just freaking awesome, cause my teacher was speechless, sort of, but true anyway. I love my mum. Smiles.

Moving on, to my lack of sleep problems. Fatigue is biting my ass off. Groans. But I think the problem is either me, or me. Smirks. Or maybe its quarterly the school's damn fault too. Its my fault because I don't wanna sleep early, and I hate naps, unless I couldn't take the tiredness. And its the school's fault because i have to be on prefectorial duty on early freakish morning, and classes start early too, damn school systems. Twitch. Apparently I feel like I'm talking to myself, because personally I think I sound like a lunatic like this. I blame fatigue.

Lastly, music instruments. Now I have a habit of playing the bass with the acoustic guitar. If you don't get it then I meant using the acoustic guitar to play in a bass guitar style or way. But if you still don't get it, then just ignore me, I'm babbling anyway. And I have also taken up the habit of leaving my acoustic, actually classical guitar out of its bag, am too lazy to put it back. And the strings are already rusting. Gasps! I forgot, the strings are rusty, no wonder my fingers are bleeding. Ouch.

No much rant today, and sorry for the short one yesterday, I'm fighting against sleep, but at least I posted two posts in two days. Makes up for the shortness of em? Right?

Of Jung Sungha, The Bass and Term Exams

Okay, so recently, I've been bored and was going on Youtube quite a lot. And as a guitarist who is somehow force into making cover of songs by a friend (I love you, Tina Tan. Note the sarcasm.), I was going through guitarist over guitarist online, until suddenly, I found this freakishly young but totally AWESOME Korean guitarist prodigy called Jung Sungha (supposedly Jeong Seongha). He has this amazing finger technique which I'm pretty sure NONE of the guitarist I personally know could do. I was AWESTRUCK. And now I'm absolutely obsessed with him. His music is like WHOA, no words can describe it. But if you could play the guitar like him, then I'd be obsessed with you too. Smiles.

Jung Sungha

Sigh, although still in the process of fully digesting the methods and way of the guitar. I have somehow been dragged into learning the bass guitar as well. Not saying that the bass guitar isn't fun, its really fun, actually, and much easier to learn and play than the acoustic guitar, but still, I don't even know why I'm complaining about it. I should be glad to learn another instrument, right?

And of course, my favorite thing to rant about. Exams! Yay! Term exams are finally over. So ha! In your face exams! But I think I might fail arts this time round though, and I've never in my life failed at anything, oh this is gonna feel horrible. (Not really, I feel kinda hyper, so, no. Too bad.) But ANYWAY, since my term exams are officially over and I feel ridiculously happy for some odd reason, I'm not gonna make such a fuss today and spare whoever bothers to read this some cursing.

Of Injections, Sports and Exams

Okay, I'm back to typing, got nothing better to do anyway.

So, yesterday morning during school assembly, the school's students affair department thought it was funny to suddenly pop up a news (which no one, I repeat, no freakin one expected) and told all the Form 3s (a.k.a. the 15 year olds) that we are to get an injection on that day itself. First reaction? What the f*ck. Apparently, (note the sarcasm) the teachers forgot to inform us that it was going to happen and they had known all along. But still, the reactions were kinda comical, that, I can admit, was amusing. But being the sorta emo, apathetic, nonchalant kid I was in school, the only reaction I had was a bored stare. I couln't help it, I was used to needles, what with all the blood tests and everything, it seems almost fun now. So as a student of the first class in the form, (school system be damned) my class was dragged to the injection brienfing right after. We were told that we were to get the ATT shot, better known as the anti tetanus toxoid shot, but that seems like a mouthful, besides, acronyms are cool, not. Skip the girly shrieks and cries and apparently its my turn. Honestly, I did not feel the actual injection at all, I was like, its over? Yay? It was nothing special anyway, it was just a shot. But hell happened when I got home. Apparently, the aftereffect was not expected, but it was there. From yesterday evening til now, yes, now, my left forearm has been sensitive to even the slightest touch. It was like getting hammered with every feather like touch. Oh the pain, the horror. Last week the shoulder problem, now this. Woe is me. Sigh.

And then, school's Annual Sports Day is coming up, this Saturday. Urgh. Somehow I've actually managed to get into the final rounds of BOTH 100meters and 200meters runs. But as my twitter says, I'm too lazy to train nor practice! I don't even know why I'm in the race anyway. Running sucks, except in some particular occasions, such as releasing stress (smiles). Wish me luck, will be needing loads of it.

And of course, who can let go of the chance to rant about exams, dear exams and test, f*ck you, I wish you never existed, and I also wish you would die and go to hell, you have ruined my suppose fun teenage life and made it miserable and nag filled and stress constant instead, I hate you. For whoever it was who created tests and exams, I hope he's rotting in hell, or at least in complete darkness and a void empty space.Apparently, exams are next week, no time to study with sports this weekend. Only thought I have about it besides cursing them? Die hard.

Of Back To Schools, Sports and The Hunger Games

Urghh, been back to school for I dunno, two weeks? Time flies lately, really hard to keep track of it now.

Words to describe going back to school, simple, two words, it sucks. Early mornings, staying backs, loads of homework, exams by the doorway and tons of other stuff to worry and think about. I think I just found two more strands of white hair on my head now. No matter how fun some particular subjects may seem (the fun subjects are usually those I'm good at, therefore am allowed to doze off in class), the overall, plain sucks. Not to mention, parents are constantly looking over my shoulder and trailing me everywhere. It's always do this, do that, go study, go do your homework,, go study, go read your reference books, go study, go do some academic exercises, go study, go read your school textbooks, GO STUDY! OMG! It's driving me insane! The constant nagging is going to kill me someday, don't know how, don't know when, but it will, mark my words. I'm rather sure you won't live long too, if you hear the term 'study' every fifteen minutes.

Sports, (groans), school sports day is coming up, next Saturday to be exact. And it feels chaotic. I think I bruised my shoulders during high jump too. Then tomorrow, there's athletes' filtering, where you have to run for your life in order to get to the finals on the actual day. Plain ridiculous, why bother with a thousand and one processes when there's only a week left till exams? And how are we suppose to actually study in school when all the teachers are either gone or busy doing something else?

And now, for the hundredth time, I'm rereading The Hunger Games again. I have to admit, I'm obsessed with the series, besides, it keeps me distracted from the chaos in my mind. Sigh, but then the casting for the movie is kinda, yeah, hope you get what I mean. But still, the books are freakin' AWESOME. Like, omigosh, the suspense! So, if you're asking me to suggest a book to read, first choice, The Hunger Games, not even Twilight nor Between The Shades Of Grey could top that.

Of Spitfires, Shadows and Foxtrots

Honestly, I got absolutely no clue as to what I wanna do here.

Like, seriously, totally blank, I just did this for fun.

I don't think I'll be posting this as often either, sigh.

Oh well, maybe I'll treat this as something to pour my heart out to.

So don't be surprised if you see cursing, swearing and things that are supposed to be censored here.

No, not that kinda censored, stop it with perverted thoughts.

For a start, I shall introduce and explain the name of the blog "of spitfires, shadows and foxtrots"

Spitfire, as said in the text above, it means a person with a spiteful, fiery temper. For the people who knows me personally, they might think this word is probably made for me, so, there you have it, spitfire. Well, in short, I meant to put it there to represent me. Make sense?

Shadows, other than really, having a shadow, it also means an imperfect imitation or copy. As a teenager, child, friend, relative, student and a Christian (which of all I am proud to be), I've come to know that we are all imperfect beings, being good at one thing doesn't mean being perfect at it, because nobody in the world is perfect. So maybe we're God's shadow, in the shadow of God, who knows, really. And in conclusion, shadow is to mean imperfection, as all of us are.

Foxtrots, I did not mean it as the foxtrot (as in the ballroom dance), though, there is no other meaning for it that you can find. Well, the actual foxtrot, as in the dance, is made up of both fast and slow movements and steps, for me, it kinda reflects life. For me, life is a place filled with obstacles, and the process isn't easy, it could be easy and soothing, relaxing and slow at times; but it could also be fast paced and rushed, already over when you realized. So, foxtrot, the paces in life.

So, yeah, of spitfires, shadows and foxtrots, it probably just means me, imperfection and paces of life, in rather, fancier words, I reckon.