Well darn it. (Day 2 ünd 3)

There goes my oath (to myself of course since those are the only ones that matter) of blogging everyday this whole week.. Being the brilliantly motivated strong willed self I managed to fail. After one day. Really I have a talent for procrastination. Honestly I deserve a medal. In fact the only reason why I'm writing this is because I'm sitting here in this restaurant (after having some yummy foodz of course) waiting for le mama to finish talking. I really should have blogged yesterday though.. both days have been surprisingly eventful (well by my no-social-life-at-all standards) though maybe I shouldn't be typing so much now as I'm afraid my mummy will take away my baby (aka my phone. Am I being an overly typical teen?). Speaking of which.. I woke up yesterday to find my iPhone lying on the floor, just casually charging. I could barely believe my eyes! I actually did that cheesy thing where I rubbed my eyes repeatedly and blinked several times.. Thank god I didn't pinch myself since that would have reached outstandingly high levels of lame/teen-chick-flick-movie. Anyway since then things have been really good! I managed to keep in contact with my friends and my mum has been really cool about it.. actually I remember going downstairs feeling really suspicious since it felt like everyone was being too nice.. briefly I considered the idea that my dog had died but then I realized that I didn't have one. Yes my mind is that brilliant.


It felt good to talk to my friends though.. while on one part it makes me wish I could have gone even more, it's pointless hoping otherwise when soon this green camp will be in the past and their adventures will be mere memories. (I'm feeling very deep right now. Stop complaining and absorb my words of wisdom! D:<)
Basically all of my spare time has been sucked away by reading historical romance novels (which are, since last summer when I read my first one, my guilty pleasure. But honestly, how can you not love them? I'm hooked.) and burying myself in their extremely improbable plot lines.. that and sleep. On top of that, I sleep about 14-16 hours a day. I feel like a three toed sloth. Come to think of it, I kind of look like one too. Though off the subject of my low (or rather non-existent self esteem)..

Today was actually an eventful, somewhat significant in my life kind of day. I AM OFFICIALLY A GRADUATE. Mind you it's a music school. On the primary level.
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Shush. Don't mock my pride. I feel like I fully deserve it. I have kind of grown to love piano. I mean I never hated it but it was more of something I was forced to do. And much like all of the teenage population, whenever I'm made to do something, I develop an inexplicable dislike to it. But this was my last year and I can honestly say,  by far my best - I made new friends, grew to love piano and even made peace with the piano teacher who always scared me! (You recall from previous posts.. I now understand all the shouting with spurred on by love and devotion.) She's actually a darling lady! I mean so many things have changed this year (some personal, some not) but my new love for classical (in the general term, not just the era) music, piano.. It's rather bizarre but amazing at the same time :3


BACK TO THE SUBJECT! Sorry I get distracted extremely easily. I have the attention span of a dog. With ADHD. In a toy store. While a sexy ass dogette is bouncing about making flirty faces at me.
Oh wait, what was I talking about?
JK. Though I do tend to ramble on and talk for ages.. I apologize beforehand for that! Now the graduation. As the principal (a friendly, stocky man who seems to be in possession of only one red suit... that of 5 copies of the same red suit) gave out our certificates he tried to make small talk (and occasionally awkward jokes which set the female teachers (and the skinny overly enthusiastic vice principal lady) into loud, boisterous laughter) with each and every student. I, being extremely prone to panicking, was horrified at the concept of answering questions on stage, let alone with everyone watching! Needless to say, I ended up appearing like a socially incompetent ninny. Yay me.


But alas, my worries were not behind me! I had yet to play a piece on the fortepiano! (I don't know why I changed to old English back there..) The whole time the other students played, I was squirming in my seat, wringing my hands together, trying to decide whether it would be easier to escape through the window or the ventilation pipe. When it was finally my turn, I got on stage, managed a feeble grimace (did I mention I get flustered very easily by crowds?) and sat down at the piano. And played. Before I knew it I had reached the final closing bars! It felt like the time had flown by without me knowing! For a moment I thought I'd missed a page but I was so sure I didn't, and that was when I realized that despite my heart racing throughout the whole performance (and about 15 minutes before and after) it went well. I ACTUALLY PLAYED WELL! When I realized, I was actually bursting with pride.. it was a good way to end the year and I'm kind of glad my piano teacher forced me into it..


Afterwards my parents took me celebrating to a small Vietnamese Thai and Sushi place (don't even ask) and I nommed on food.. needless to say it was rather delicious. Then again I adore Asian food, so it was no surprise that I ate all of my maki in less than a minute (which couldn't have been good for my digestive system).. And then I got home, showered and got to my blogging.
Not that any of you really cared about that.
Not that there is anyone there reading this.
But I still like blogging - I am one of those people who make revision notes presentable and with illustration in case someone happened to read them. It only made sense that if I were to make a journal type thing I'd make it presentable enough to show the world. That is of the world wanted to look.. d:


Then again, if suddenly flocks of people started reading (hah, as if) I would actually be forced into blogging on a regular basis and somehow I have a feeling that won't ever happen, regardless of the number of readers d:

The Lonesome Life of an Average Blogger - Day 1

Day One..ish:

I've been locked into this hostile cold mansion, more commonly referred to as my home, for as long as I can remember. Practically all contact with the outside world has been cut off - my darling iphone is being kept god knows where (well, most likely in my mother's safe but that's a minor detail) and an enormous moat filled with wild, starved alligators is preventing any plans for escape. Life is looking glum, oh so glum..

Okay. So I exaggerate A TAD. But I swear it's just a tad! The truth is that all of my friends are off on a end-of-year trip having fun while I, having a slightly extremely overprotective mother, have been forced to stay home. My phone has been taken away without hopes of resurfacing any time soon, and so preventing any proper contact, and on top of all that, my owl is ill and so cannot deliver my letters! Can life get ANY worse?!? (ps. for all of you less mentally developed people out there, yes, I'm being sarcastic).

This gives me 9 days (starting yesterday) for sit at home and.. well, sleep? As being a nerdette (real word, I swear!) is my 24/7 occupation, without school I have lost all purpose. Well to be honest with you, during those 24 hours I spend about 14 sleeping, 8 eating and maybe 2 studying (I know. Those maths skills have left you amazed). And by studying I mean sitting on 9gag while pretending to be writing an English essay on 21st century social media or something equally asinine. To be honest, yesterday was just filled with me moping about the house in a sweat-covered Man Utd shirt, feeling sorry for myself. That and making thousands (well, nine) hand made envelopes. I think it's my new calling. I would go into more detail but.. no. However today it was much better. That is why it is 'Day 1' since if I were to make a blog post yesterday it would go like this:

'I'm feeling miserable. I'm going go to bed now and wallow in self pity. Yay me. Kthxbai.'

Today was a lot more productive. Not that it was humanely possible for it to be LESS productive. I managed to stay positive most of the day by drowning myself in a historical roman novel (it just sounds more refined than 'old-ass chick flick') and when I finished it I had such a sense of.. completeness? I don't know, something about the happy ending that leaves me grinning like an idiot once I finish it.. Half way through I played cards with my sister and some friends and it was just awesome. I haven't hung out with them (well, him and his brother) in a while so it was really nice to get back with old friends. Or rather friend.
After that I just ate my grandpop's mindblowingly super oishii spring rolls (I swear there must be some fantastic ancient secret that he's hiding from everybody) and then I got to my writing.. Not that anyone will read this but it's distracting and you never know, it might even cheer someone up. Well it's that or bore them to death. In which case, I offer my sincerest apologies. :3

Lion King - The Movie of My Chidhood

Oh the beauty of animated movies. Today I just re-watched the first of the Lion King trilogy and honestly I love it. Even though the second was always my favourite, I absolutely adore the first one too. I haven't watched this movie for so many years and now finally seeing it, it's like a whole new experience! So much that I missed when I watched it as a little kid..

Starting from Scar, my least and most favourite character. The reason why he is my least favourite character is obvious - ever since childhood the idea of hating the bad and supporting the good has been grained into my mind and even now, I can't help but feel biased while watching the movie, still rooting for Simba and yelling for Scar to go die in a hole. But the difference is that now I can appreciate Sca'rs witty sarcasm, filled with contempt but also humour. Countless times I laughed at his mocked sorrow and admired his evil and scheming ways. Needless to say, he is what adds the flair that every movie needs and he is just one of those characters I would not change a single thing about.

 

The second utterly perfect character was Rafiki. He may just be the most brilliant character ever. Between the random doodles on trees, haphazard wise sayings and never ending optimism and bursts of joy, there couldn't be a better character to guide Simba back to his destined path. From the very start of the movie to the end, this slightly bizarre but most adorable baboon leaves you not only laughing your head off but also at awe at his words of wisdom. 

Another key part of Lion King that I absolutely adored was the natural, innocent love between Nala and Simba. I mean how can you NOT love these two? I won't deny having teared up a bit upon seeing Nala crying as Scar declared Simba's death and singing my heart out to 'Can You Feel The Love' when Nala and Simba were finally reunited. Then again, I guess that might just be my pathetic love for romance resurfacing... Gosh I really am such a dweeb.

And lastly, Timone and Pumba. These two are the ultimate duo, two names that should never be said separately. Honestly, if I had to list my favourite quotes (which would take a while since I would quote about every other word..) over half of them would come from Timone and Pumba (the rest would be from Scar.) and honestly I'm having trouble choosing an image for them since there are so many that I loved and I feel like I should quote everything since they are all so utterly brilliant. And so instead of these short snippets of the movie, I recommend you watch the whole thing. I honestly love every single part of this movie - the father-son relationship between Mufasa and Simba, the wild hyenas (especially Ed.) and of course, the fantastic soundtrack! In fact, I think I'll rewatch the movie again right now (since SOMEONE made me promise not to watch the second part just yet..). Lion King forever <3

PS. Sorry for all the GIFs (especially if they crash).. I really couldn't choose just one...
PPS. This blog post is dedicated to Tom :] Hope it wasn't TOO bad. Can't wait for our Lion King marathon! <3

hello :]

You know those times when you just sit there at home with nothing to do? Well I have them. A lot. Though you might not know what I'm talking about since you probably have much more of a social life than me (it's kind of hard not too.. since I don't have one) I figured SOMEONE out there must be at least a bit bored. And I mean you have to be very bored to actually do something as dumb as read my blog because I can't name one worse way to spend your time. Except for maybe suicide. Come to think of it my blog is probably worse.

Anyway, off the subject of my very below average English, today I was just sitting in my car looking up at the sky when I realized something: Polish clouds don't actually make shapes. Or at least they make the lamest shapes. I mean compare this:



to a Polish cloud:



Gorgeous, huh? I mean it's almost March and it is still freezing cold and the sky seems to be perpetually stuck in a shabby shade of gray.
I don't really know why I am writing this random post about 6 months after all the others but worry not, I am not restarting my blog. The world is already a too dull place for my horrific writing. That I'm too lazy and prefer to just spend all day on 9gag. Because honestly, who wouldn't?