Confessions of an ex-Drama Student

I look at my timetable. Maths 3U, English Adv, Physics, Chemistry and Biology. All these subjects are interesting. I mean, I really like Physics and Chemistry, although Chem could be way better. But there are times when doing the "full science" can get to be a bit of a grind, especially when exams pop up. So I think to myself, haven't I done any subject that was fun? Computer Studies was a bludge. Sit down, turn on computer, zone out. But there is a subject that I enjoyed. Drama. It was fun, I met people whom I would never have met and could act without worrying about other people laughing at me. The drama classes were pretty segregated. I knew what was going on with the other class, but we never actually meet up and talk.

Anyway, the unique aspect of my Drama class was that there was only 3 guys, me, Bill and Lesley. The "trio", although there was a nasty joke, calling us "the threesome". We usually stuck together, and in my opinion worked the best together. Although we did tended split towards the end of the first year, some of our best works were when we worked together. A favourite act of mine was when in Drama, we were learning about miming, acting withour words, and we had to put together an act. Our act basically had Bill and Lesley as theives checking out this place to steal and me as a cop/interrogater/guard. Bill and Lesley were stealing stuff then I came on. Cue some fast-paced jazz, and I was chasing after them. Lesley got away with most of the goods and I caught Bill. Then I was interrogating Bill, pointing my finger, glaring at him, acting in a pissed-off and scary manner (which incidently, was my best act, more on that later). I locked him up, then Lesley came in, tricked me into looking away and then knocked me out, stealing the keys and freeing Bill. They walk off, celebrating with a drink, until I catch them again and throw them both in jail. It was pretty good, and that would be my defining memory of Drama.

Drama exams were relatively easy, except for the first one, constructing a mini-stage. I screwed that up. But the rest were alright, and I got decent marks for most of them. Mostly, the exams would be putting on an act as a group and then receiving individual marks. Another act that I really liked was the "Warren" act. If memory serves me right, me, Bill, Lesley, Sabrina and Phuong were in that and we bascially bullied Lesley, who was "Warren", to the point of suicide. The scene that stands the most clearly, was after Bill and I had finished pummelling Lesley to the ground and Lesley cried out "Why do you do this?" and I replied "Cos it's fun!".

Another time we had to act out a scene from a play and Lesley and I chose this play called "Whose Life is it anyway?" by Brian Clark. It is about a quadraplegic, Ken Harrision whose wanted to end his life, but the hospital prevented it claiming he was depressed, and it went to court and he won. I really wish I kept a copy of the script. But as a component to this project, we had to have a poster advertising the play. This was the first time I actuallyused Photoshop and it was pretty crappy. But it worked well and is now displayed in the Drama room. I believe it's still there on the wall to the right of the entry. And...here it is:
I was the judge presiding over the case and Lesley was Ken. Originally I was going to throw in a window with some light coming in for dramatic effect, but my Photoshop skillz was, and still is, crappy. I remembered that there was nurse who pitied the guy and I threw Phuong in there for emotion. She looks likes she crying or something, but she just covered her face, because she didn't want her picture taken. I made my eye red, as I was playing around with the settings and thought it was cool.

Dammit, I miss Drama. It was so free and secretive. You could do stuff that you know wouldn't spread throughout the school. The rule was "whatever happens in the Drama room, stays in the Drama room." And there were a few funny and embarrassing moments. Near the end of the course (this was the year 9-10 electives year), we wrote our names on paper and we passed it around for people to write stuff about. I notched up as "Most scary actor", due to the amounts of time I acted angry and I could raise my voice loud enough to jolt people.

That was cool. So back to full science revision.

*sigh*

Game of the Year

Nothing more to say I think. Credit goes to SomethingAwful.com

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Garbage In, Garbage Out

So how goes life my friends? Here we are approaching the midway point of our high school life. Can you imagine it? 13 years of education are over, with say 4 years of Uni afterwards, then our jobs (or careers, if you believe that crap). So that's what? 17 years minimum of education. We would be approximately 22 years old when we enter the workforce. What dreams will we accomplish and how will we change? It only seems like yesterday that I was in the final throes of year 6 and eagerly looking forward to high school and the distan HSC. Now I'm in the death throes of high school, with the HSC becoming alarmingly tangible.

Success, failure, the future and obstacles. All these things weave in and out through my mind. Some issues rush through like a fast-flowing stream, while others are dull and sluggish. The possibilities of success and failure are beginning to haunt me.

Besides all that, there comes about thinking what are YOU going to do? What course will you study? What job do you want to aim for? Those questions are supremely hard for me to answer. I like Chemistry and Physics. I could have moderate success in the workforce, especially Chemistry. I'm interested in Biology, especially after we watched "Prescription for Survival". Medicine floats through my head, mainly du to "House". I flirt with the idea of being a diagnostician. There are always little fragments about being a teacher. But all that marking?

There are only hard paths. If only there was a shortcut. Or two.

To the limit with another crisis

So I'm fixing up my notes for the Chemistry assessment tomorrow and what happens? I find something to take my attention away from this important work. In the online game I play, there's a market, where one can buy and sell players. Naturally I wanted to make my team better, so I found a splendid player that would have cost me $50k. But this player was quite good and so a bidding war began. Now I really wanted this player and since the bid ended at around 10:30pm, I decided to throw caution into the wind and go all the way to get this player, even if it meant risking bankruptcy.

In the end, I failed. I simply did not have enough funds to compete. I know Charles has paid in excess over $150k to get a player, but I simply did not have the money. Damn it! I was so close.
Take a look at the screenshot.

So now I have to try my luck at another, slightly crapper player. And finish up organising my Chem notes.

sUPrise!

I received a pleasant suprise yesterday. No, not another car accident. My mother bought me an iPod nano. My brother wanted one, and she brought two so it would be fair. Thanks, mom!

I know some people don't really like the iPod, saying that it lacks useful or convienient features. That's probably a fair point, but I think it's popular because it's stylish and easy to use. The click-wheel makes everything so simple that I can't imagine an mp3 player without it. It stores music, files and photos very well. I had some trouble installing it and it took almost all of yesterday to get it working properly, but, well, that's in the past now. So some photos:

Let's tip the bloody thing!

So I was lying in bed, half asleep. I was trying to take a nap but not fall into a dark sleep. Anyway, I hear this massive crash and rush out to the kitchen to see what happened. It turns out that this van had tipped over onto its side. Two young Arabs jumped out of the van and bolted away. They either had stolen the van or didn't have a licence and couldn't drive properly. Cops and ambos showed up like 5 minutes later. Ambos weren't needed as there was no one heut. The fire brigade showed up later and they worked on tipping the car back over.

I didn't completely lose my mind. I whipped out the digital camera and snapped off two shots. Here they are.

Dig Deep

I have a topic test on log and exponentials tomorrow, but most of my time is taken up with physics homework. Fearnside is alright, but his homework sets require some deep thought. The pissy thing is that there is no answer for you, either in your notes or textbook. It's more like playing connect-the-dots. Like when the Bush Administration played connect-the-dots to determine Iraq had weapons of mass destruction and ended up with a jumble of lines. I spent 1 hour to answer 3 questions. And I'm not sure that they are right. Strangely, Google is no realy help. I know the result, but not the why, and the combined, collective knowledge of Google and Wikipedia were unable to explain why.

The only good thing that came from it what that I worked and concentrated like mad to find the stupid answers. I swear the house could have caught on fire, a hurricane could have hit the house outside, or the Day of Judgement could have arrived and I would have sat there tearing my hair, screaming why the hell does the photocurrent depend on light intensity and why does the electron's max kinetic energy depends on the frequency of light.

I have answers, but they are long-winded, messy and uncertain. I'm hoping that there right, if simply for the fact that I would be pissed if I went through all that work just to be wrong by one word, which screws up the entire answer, because of that one word.

*sigh*

As for the earlier failed scam, I'll be doing it again, but much safer and using lower prices. The admins fined me $190k to "even it out", so I'm down to only $123k from $359k. So I'm going to try again. Unless I fail multiple times, and if I did I'd just give up. No use looking like a damned fool.

Okay...time for round two...

Previously, I mentioned that I was bending the rules for this scam. In short, it worked, but failed. Details? Well, not too much then.

It is an online text-based simulation game. In this game, I create my main account and put a crap person up for sale. No, it's not some weird prostitution game or anything. Then I created a 2nd account to buy the person. It worked and I was a lot richer. But. There's always a but, eh? Well, I thought I got away, but in my rush to complete the scam I didn't hide myself properly, and the huge amount of money paid for such a crap player drew attention. So I sent some emails, blaming it all on my brother and his selfish ways. I explained away his 2nd account and him buying my crap player to trick me. And I notified them that he possibly attempted to create a 2nd account and for them to delete it. I didn't mention anything about the extra cash or about any possible punishment. Hopefully, they will see me as innocent and won't take action to delete my main account.

This does shatter my plans, as now my next scam is permantly put on hold as I wonder what to do. I can put a crap player up, but buying him straight away for a large sum of money draws attention. I know that they found my 2nd account as I didn't take precautions to hide it properly, but it's still possible that simply hiding won't be enough. I need to think that out more carefully. I could create two accounts and enter in a bidding war over an average player, but that's on hold until I make a decision. Main problem is that there is only a small amount of players and things take time which makes it harder to slip by. Damn, I might have to play by the rules.

Of course, one may ask why try to cheat in the first place. I think that it's natural to find a way to gain an advantage over other people, especially if the method is perceived to be easy with little risk. It all crosses our minds, but not all of us cheat simply because either we lack the means to do so, there is too much risk or it's just not practical. So I'll wait and see. At least I have an idea of what they're capable of.

A thing worth having is a thing worth cheating for.
-W.C. Fields (1880-1946)

Such a despicable time...

So here I am, it's past 11pm, and I'm making sure a little scam of mine is going to work. I assure you it's nothing illegal, merely...bending the rules a bit.

So what to do to past the time? Study? Nah. Chat on MSN? Not me. Read Wild Swans? Hell no! So instead I opened up my friends' blogs and read them. It strange in a way. To me, most of them seemed a bit like mine. A bit of personal life, what's going on and the odd rant against the world and its injustice. The others are more like cries of anguish and pain, wondering if where is light at the end of the tunnel and even if it exists at all. A different person, with less knowledge of modern school life, may be wondering if the said bloggers are considering suicide. But I know the feeling, if briefly. The feeling that you're out of control, that events control you rather than the other way around. The dark dank despair that gushes up and flickers across your vision, making things murky, making it hard to distinguish between friend and foe.

For me, I seem to have adopted a devil-may-care attitude to the future. In one sense, I'm digging my own grave unless I really start doing something to get decent marks. But I do feel less stressed, less despair. Problems come and go, and I flow with them. Obviously I try my best to avoid getting stuck in problems, but if I'm caught by the storm, then the only thing I can do, or anyone can do for that matter, is to ride out the storm and hope you remain in one piece at the end. But in a situation where time is running out, and there are dark times ahead, can I really afford to be so carefree? Possibly not.

But I really believe that a balance must be achieved in some way. To stress and despair about life is bad for your health in general. Questions are asked that cannot be answered. Going with the flow rather than paddling against the tide seems a much better alternative. Of course that's just me speaking. I hate conflict. It really gets on my nerves and gets in the way of things. That's why, to this day, I have never had a full-blown argument with my parents. I accept my fate as passively as possible. One may think that such passiveness is not such a good characteristic. One needs some fight, some mongrel, in them. To rise up when life pushes us down. Sometimes I dream of what have been if I had been a bit more assertive, a bit more aggressive and a lot less cautious.

But those days are gone. I am who I am. I cannot force myself to be someone else. So I do things my way, avoiding attention, attracting obscurity. Thank god for Wikipedia. It can be such a distracting thing against the flow and ebb of life.

Another brick on an overloaded truck

Need to get my new bus pass. The driver busted me for having the old one, but I just told him, the new passes haven't arrived until tomorrow and I still got a ride home. Must pick it up tomorrow, recess, yeah.

I stayed all of lunch and took the bus home. Right now, my mother and brother are stuck, since the car has a flat tyre. Dunno what they will do, but I'm safe at home, so there isn't much I can do except act as support. Maybe I'll get to skip tutor!?!

Science assessments are beginning to pile. That's what happens when you go full science. I'll start physics research on the weekends.

All these things to worry about. *sigh*

The Procrastinator's Creed

1. I believe that if anything is worth doing, it would have been done already.

2. I shall never move quickly, except to avoid more work or find excuses.

3. I will never rush into a job without a lifetime of consideration.

4. I shall meet all of my deadlines directly in proportion to the amount of bodily injury I could expect to receive from missing them.

5. I firmly believe that tomorrow holds the possibility for new technologies, astounding discoveries, and a reprieve from my obligations.

6. I truly believe that all deadlines are unreasonable regardless of the amount of time given.

7. I shall never forget that the probability of a miracle, though infinitesmally small, is not exactly zero.

8. If at first I don't succeed, there is always next year.

9. I shall always decide not to decide, unless of course I decide to change my mind.

10. I shall always begin, start, initiate, take the first step, and/or write the first word, when I get around to it.

11. I obey the law of inverse excuses which demands that the greater the task to be done, the more insignificant the work that must be done prior to beginning the greater task.

12. I know that the work cycle is not plan/start/finish, but is wait/plan/plan.

13. I will never put off until tomorrow, what I can forget about forever.

14. I will become a member of the ancient Order of Two-Headed Turtles (the Procrastinator's Society) if they ever get it organized.

Follow this creed and we shall become great procrastinators.

Break something

A bit late in posting this, but I needed time to cool off. Doing things when emotions race around my head has never appealed to me, and it's probably going to lead me to do something stupid later on. Just imagine. Wait...no don't.

Anger. Sheer, white-hot anger. There have been many times in my life when I have been driven to fury. Most of it came from the usual parent-child conflict. Me wanting something, only for it to be denied. But lately, another incident made me mad. It was a tiny incident, in retrospect, with some unreasonable behaviour thrown in...but, what suprised me what some angry and fustrated I felt. It took me a few days to calm down and even now I'm suprised that my anger could burn for so long on so little.

The incident started when we were playing cricket. It wasn't serious, some little fun as we had no bat and we used one of Tom's books as bat. Cheap, yes, but it was fun and brought about some hilarious moments. Then Long just stands up and starts yelling in a mix of Chinese and English, going on about this wasn't the proper place to play and he started to drag the bin around. I was suprised by his bout of unreasonable behaviour and simply put it down that he just could hack some fun around him. But at home, I just felt so angry at his actions. Not the proper place to play? I could list a littany of things that he's doing that's not proper.

Regardless, I have been reminded of other times I have been furious about something. But what stands out for me, is that I never really lashed out, never properly released my pent-up anger. I guess that's just me. I'd rather not get into emotionally-charged arguments, I seek to avoid them. If that means I have to lose the argument, so be it. Also, I never really found an outlet for my anger. I would just sit and sulk for a while, and then get on with life. Of course, this begs the question, would it be different if I had? Would life be different if I hadn't backed down? Would I be different if I was more firm? My only conclusion would be that I would be different. I would probably have ended up more ill-tempered and grouchy.

As I type this up, I've been reading Land's blog. She too states she can get angry, though to be honest I can't visualise Land being angry. Nevertheless I don't think I'll ever try to get her angry. Who know? The results could be...intimidating.

For me, my anger seems to verge to the knife's edge to action. Every time I get angry, I feel pumped up, I'm ready to do something, like punch something, anything. Instead, I force my self to sit down and get on with it. Is it some subtle influence through my life that I force myself to take a rational approach to life? Certainly, it's not healthy. Ah, such decisions and deep thoughts.

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
-T.S. Eliot

Hmmm...upgrades.

My Doctor Who poster fell down again. I think it's just the combination of cheap tape and the heat. It's like 40 degrees Celcius outside. Dammit, why can't they make some kind of tape that keeps sticking? On the other hand, removing it would be a bitch.

Personally, I love to frame the poster, but it's a poster! You don't frame a poster, unless it's a rare one or you own a museum's worth of posters. Sticky tape was creating a huge mess. Is there an answer to my problem?

Yes! Blu-tack! I've stuck my poster back on using Blu-tack. I'm not sure what happens if the temperature decides to jump, but I think the blu-tack would be able to handle it. The only niggle is that the poster is slightly crooked. Doh! Stupid me! But I'm too lazy to fix properly. Maybe if it falls down again...which I doubt it.

The Greatest View

Whew! The third week has passed and I'm finally beginning to get into the groove. It always takes me a while to get myself fine tuned for school, though I actually don't have that long left of year 12, if you think about it.

Anyway, I came to school at 7:35am with my brother. He had to go on an excursion and I had to had in my homework to Armitage. See, I didn't do my Bio homework yesterday and it was caught in a suprise homework check. Damn! But Armitage said to bring it before 8:30am and no letter. So I read Emma for a while for going to the Science staff room at 8am. I manage to catch Armitage just stepping out of the doorway, as the excursion was actually leaving at 8-ish. So I was safe. Charles ran into Armitage in the school grounds and was pulling his book out (he hadn't done his work either) but Armitage waved him off saying he'll take Charles' word for it. Cool.

We played cricket until 8:20am. Then Charles smashed the Swingking right into the trees and it didn't fall down. Doh! Now he has to compensate me. Either $5 or another Swingking.

I had a study period for first period and spent the entire 80 minutes reading Robin Hobb's Farseer Trilogy: Assassin's Quest. Which is a really cool read. Great fantasy novel. This time I was completely absorbed into reading. I didn't take notice of anything else, except occassional glances at the clock. When it was 10:08, I jerked out of my reading trance. Which was difficult. I had to fire up my brain, making and redirecting connections to get out of "reading mode". I felt really stiff and sore, probably due to not moving while reading. I had a drink and I felt better. I usually slip into this kind of trance when reading a book, but since it had been awhile since I actually read a book (Emma doesn't count) I guess my mind and body wasn't ready for it yet. Still, it was cool book and probably helped to zone out anyway. Hmmm...gotta get Book 2.

During lunch, a year 7 kid started to play handball with us. Some girls from our year, who will remained nameless, tried to get the kid's name and/or number, depending on who they got to ask the kid. This starts the question "how big can the age gap get?" How many years difference before the love/lust starts turning pedo? 10? 15?

Lately, the song "Shakedown" by theSTART has been popping up on my playlist. It's such a cool song for me. Why is it in my head? Why can't I get it out? Is there an album? Such depth to the questions plagueing my mind.

Anyway, jump for joy as the weekends are here. Don't get killed out there.

And then...I was disappointed...

Let me say right now that this was not a planned trip, in a real sense. My parents happened to see the Wollongong New Year Festival advertised in one of the Viet papers and decided to go. They did not tell me that we were going until 1 hour of the time to leave. Needless to say, I scrambled to get some music for the trip.
Now let me say furthur, that it is nothing like the Warwick Farm New Year Festival. It is my understanding that the Warwick Farm one is kind of like an open market. You go there, buy stuff, ride the rides and have some semblance of fun. I haven't been there yet, but it sounds good. So we thought "well the Wollongong one would be same, except smaller right?" It wasn't. It was more like a concert, where people sat down and enjoyed entertainment on stage. There was a small kitchen, selling food and drinks. For the Viet readers, just think of the Wollongong Festival as a cheap Paris-by-Night wannabe and you have a good idea of what the festival was like. Anyway...

We left home at like 4pm with a couple of friends and we got to the place at around 5-ish pm. It was being held in a hall or something and it had not opened yet, so we waited outside. Since the festival didn't start until 7pm, we were the first there. I went to KFC for some food while we waited. Eventually, people started to trickle in and we followed. The festival started with dragon dancing outside. It was done competently by some Aussies from some martial arts school. Of course, some might wonder if this was culturally acceptable, but the Wollongong Vietnamese community numbers at under a thousand, at best, so it was no biggie. So we got inside, and the speakers began to introduce some important people. We even got a mention! As visitors from the Vietnamese community of Sydney, who had been here since 5pm. Woot! But the number of Sydney visitors numbered at best under 15. One dude also thought it was like a market or something and he had a backpack ready to carry his essential items as trekked around the place. Well, shit.

So with the introductions over, the students at the local Viet school sang this song, "Bé chúc Tết", but it was just really bad lip-syncing. There were some dancing pieces and karaoke singing, before there was this competition between girls wearing the Viet dress, "aó dài". They were all under 12, but the 3-7 year old category had some adorably cute girls. Wait a minute. Did I just use "adorably cute" in a sentence? Damn. Anyway, we left just as the competition ended and the judges were adding up the scores. The festival was planned to end at 11pm but it was running like 30 minutes late, so we made an early exit.

It was nothing like what I expected, but I have to admit that they definately had spirit in that festival. I spent most of the time with my brother, since we didn't know any other kids of our age. There were a bunch of teenage Viet kids, but it was hard to tell, especially the girls. It's not that they were all ugly, there were quite a few that were good-looking, but you couldn't tell whether they were 12 or 17 or 19 or married. Most of them had little kids or siblings in tow and you couldn't make the decision whether they were with the kid brothers/sisters or that they were married. Age is such a deceptive thing, especially among Viets and other Asians, I guess. I'm regularly confused as much older that I really am. That why the older men keep offering me beers.

Well, it was alright. It wasn't spectacular but it wasn't completely bad. I enjoyed it and so did the rest of my family and friends. Except my brother. He thought it was crap.

Tripping...delays to be expected

Spur of the moment travel thing. We're going to the Chinese New Year Markets in Wollongong. Shit. That's all I can say.

Deviously Shifty

So the weekends are here, and so ends the second week of year 12. It's been a bit of a slog, but, I guess it's time to really up my game if I want something decent out of it.

Funny story time! Well, depending on your views, I guess.
Thurdsay, we were playing cricket at the nets and Richard was batting. He smashed my Swingking over next door. I say next door, but it was just outside the back gates in a driveway. So the usual rule is that if you lose a ball, you pay the ball's owner $4 or get a new ball. Since this is a Swingking, that cost $10, the payment was upped to $5, nevermind the fact that I got it free from KFC. So Richard plans on waiting until school ends and to rush out to grab the ball and give it back to me, so he doesn't have to pay the fine. He's in F-block, so he really needed to haul ass to get the ball and I didn't trust him. I then realised that 4th period I had Biology in A4 and that I was much closer. So Charles and I schemed to get the ball before Richard, make him pay the money and then split in 50/50. It worked. Richard thought the ball was gone and payed up $2 and NZ$1, with the rest to come later.
Of course, Richard was notified on Friday, and he wanted the money back. I acted as if I had no idea just to rub it in and agreed to give the money back, as I didn't have the money on me.

Hopefully though, he'll forget through the weekends.

News to gamers: Halo 2 will be available ONLY on Windows Vista, Microsoft's next-gen OS that will replace XP. And that just sucks. I hope there's a way to get to work on XP. Bloody Microsoft.

Getting my fix

There's going to be a scheduled outage and I'm thinking that PST stands for Pacific Time or something in the US, so instead of checking on Google, I'm just going to make this quick post.

Vietnamese music is getting stagnant. (Or is already stagnant, depending on your view)

So many songs are about lost and/or unrequited love that it's getting kind of boring. So what do I do to bypass these crappy songs and find more songs? Benxua.com

When Vietnamese music works, it's actually pretty good, and there are a crap load of songs here. Unlike Japanese songs, which I have little or no idea of the lyrics, my Viet is just good enough to get some enjoyment out of Viet songs.

So if you're Viet or just want a taste of what Viet music is like, hop over to that website and you can stream Viet music over the net. It says to create an account but you don't need to. That's for creating playlists and forum posting.

Run to be displaced...

I went on a little trip to the city, anything to get out of doing my Chemistry practicals and other homework. My dad is planning to become a taxi driver and so my mother and I tagged along to help him do the practical course, which basically consists to driving certain routes and answering some questions. My brother stayed at home.

While doing the course, we stopped at the Rocks Market. They are held every Saturday and Sunday, starting at 10am, at a section of Georges Road (or street?) near the Harbour Bridge.
I bought this little statue made out of wires. Its a cool looking killer robot, pulling out a massive sword. It was like $55, but we got it for $50. The seller was an Asian, so he probably thought we haggled too much, we would eventually leave. My parents also bought a tea pot set, with 4 cups. Around $48 for that.

I also finally managed to put up my Dalek poster. I bought it at MovieWorld but I haven't put it up till now. It's so cool. On another note, we had KFC for my dad's birthday and I convinced my mother to buy the Backyard Bucket, just so I could get the free Swingking. The food's alright, but KFC loses points for no coleslaw or potato and gravy.

Poster of a Dalek from the new series of Doctor Who.

Swingking on the left, with statue on right.

Clocks...Cheese...Public Transport...the Swiss way

I really like public transport, when it works of course. I can grab a train, fling myself to various parts of NSW and not be bothered about stopping for pedestrians. And then the buses can get me with spitting distance of EXACTLY where I need to be. Of course, this is when it works.

But when it doesn't...it's horrible. Trains are "delayed" by hours and buses become so slow. Slower than Lesley's dad's driving. And he is slow.

On the odd occasion that I do need to take the bus, I usually grab the 910 than stops near my house between 8:28 to 8:35am. The closer it is to 8:28am, the greater the chance I'll get to school on time. The closer it is to 8:35am, the more stressed I become and the greater the chance than I'll be late. Some people might say "so what? just get a late note" But the hassle! Showing up to the deputy and then having to get all your teachers to sign it off...

This country needs alot of fixing and tweaking. If there's one thing that they can fix it's the public transport system. Fuck, the Swiss have PERFECTED the public transport system. There trains and buses don't arrive on time, they arrive EARLY.

Bloody hell...

On the movies front, Jarhead looks so damn cool. Gotta get....