Mind Refraction

It's 7:11. And although I have tried so very hard to start my English Essay all week, it's already due tomorrow. Who would have guessed staring at a blank page would be so counter productive?

Me! But that's unfair. I'm only speaking from experience.

I hope this doesn't sound like I'm complaining. Because I'm not, really. I know it's all my fault I haven't gotten around to doing it yet. But that's just what I do. Build things up and then let them slip away. Tension, excitement, suspense, hopes, whatever. Think it just took this essay for me to fully realise that. I don't mean to, but that's just how things turn out.

Positive = Negative.

 Although in this case it seems more like Positive --> Negative. But, with bad comes good, right? Meh, who knows. This universe is random anyway. This is just my coping mechanism cause I don't understand a thing about life.

Well, time to get to work I guess. Maybe this one won't somehow slip away.

Keats Would Be Proud

What could I possibly hate more?

A question which poses itself;

That I drew on my bedroom wall.

With the matter of oneself,

Whom had suffered a great fall

from the top of my mantel shelf.

O, no, the fire was still left on and burning bright.

O, dear, such a pity for the fire to engulf you tonight.

What is life and are we really living

the way we think we aught to?

Often on nights such as this, quivering,

I ask myself, 'till my brain is stew.

But philosophy is for those who don't mind giving

A fuck or two, so I must say screw

It all, because to be honest it's all a cyclical argument.

Or a catch-22 or whatever you wish to call it.

But time is wasting too much I'd say.

So what's up with all the rhetoric?

Perchance this is the time for an essay.

But then again I'd much rather frolic

in a pile of wet, sticky, chocolate soufflé.

But hey, on the bright side, I'm not an alcoholic.

But even if I was, I don't think anything could be as bad

As the procrastination, that's taken firm hold of my gonad(s).

-0

So me and Janet have just discovered that no one has ever wrote anything called -0 (negative zero) before. UNTIL TODAY. WOOHOOHOOHOO! 

Uh, I feel like I should say something really impressive for this momentous occasion. But to be honest, my mind is complete mush from the two music essays I've just done.

So..... 

Just think about a world where -0 exists. What would it be like? Well I guess we'll finally know the answer.

As soon as I press "Publish".

Red red red

Hah.

So I just re-listened to this song I made in December while I was staying with Joe. It was based off words we said on Skype. Something about rainbows in your eyes and feeling red? Oh! And also this part where we harmonized saying "la". Joe just kept going lalalalalalalalalalalala, and I went laaalaalalaaa, like that. Can you hear it in your head now? Yeeeaah, it was pretty cool. Plus, it's only about 30 seconds long, so it didn't distract me too much from my EE. But then again, now I'm here writing this post. Because. Well. I can. And I feel like I've neglected you for quite a while. By you just then I meant my blog. So I guess the only way to make it up to you (my blog) is by posting useless drivel on it. I think this is a good start.

 THIRD SEPTEMBER POST AAWWW YEEAAAH.

Oh yeah, and here's a picture of an ostrich that I took in Orlando.

Shabam!

Eloping Elephants

So I'm doing my EE now. Turns out I've only done about 518 words so far. I could have sworn I've written at least 600!

Oh well I guess. Time to become a recluse for the day.

BUT GOD DAMN!
IT'S JUST SO HARD TO KEEP STILL FOR THAT LONG.

To be honest I don't really think I can take it. I mean, sitting down long enough to write 3000-4000 words. I don't know how anyone can really. How do you do it? Please, tell me.

Anyone have any tips on how to keep your mind set in stone about something? I mean jeez, writing this post is evidence enough that I'm already distracted.

And now I'm just stalling more, cause I know that once I push "Publish", I'm gonna have to continue working. On the bright side, at least I finished my Spanish Presentation yesterday. Didn't quite get to work on my English essay though.. Well I'll have plenty of time tomorrow to do that I guess. Since my EE is due, drumroll please, *tktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktktk ktsch* TOOOMOOORRROOOOOWWWWW. And I sure as hell don't wanna ask for an extension. Because in the end i'll just stall that too until the last day, wouldn't I? Yep, I would.

Okay, enough fucking around.

Wish me luck....

A picture.

Here's a picture of a funny sign I took in some subway in New York:

hahahahahaha, see? Isn't it funny?

Well there you go. I hope you're satisfied. A picture. I know I don't normally put pictures up here, so this is a nice change of pace. Psshh, what's next? Discuss boring politics? 

Naah, I don't have time for that. Who does though, really. Politicians I guess. 

Heh, I find it funny, looking back on the time when I made this blog, and comparing it to now. I made it cause I felt kinda friendless at the time, what with Joe leaving and all. But now I'm, dare I say it, happy. 

It's nice. To know people. To get to know people. To learn about people. To find out new things about people. But not just any people, nice people. 

Oh yeah, I also cried a little in maths today. Not because I'm some sensitive cry-baby or anything.. But like, I felt for the first time in a long time, that I understood what was going on. Not in just that math class (although I finally did understand differentiation) but in life.

Positive = negative. That's what I figured out. A seemingly positive number can be transformed into a negative one so easily, and vice versa. Good = bad, bad = good. Shitty = not-so-shitty. What comes around goes around basically. It was just nice to see that in number form today, as opposed to words, since you always see stuff like this in words.

Such a beautiful equation.

Prokofiev, Yellow Rivers, and Golden Showers

So I'm listening to Prokofiev right now. That bastard had the gall to write a symphony, which I now have to know from top to bottom. It's all my fault though, really. I signed up for music after all. Eh, It's not really that bad. I'm up to the third section. Oh, the fourth now. Since the third was only about 50 seconds.. Woohoo! I'm half way done already!

Next will be the Yellow River, by Xian. It's real cool from what I've heard. All about Chinese propaganda and their fight against the Japanese in the 1940's.. From what I read, it's basically a soundscape of the Chinese spirit and will to fight Japanese invaders. Oh boy..

Speaking of Japan, I went there for the holidays! Only for about 5 days, but it was still an awesome experience. It was actually the first time since I learnt Japanese that that skill actually came in handy. At last, the past two years of my life haven't seemed like a total waste of time. Linguistically speaking, of course. Ooh, this fourth movement is quite exciting. Very moving indeed. If you catch my drift.

Hahahaha, speaking of catching a drift, I've just listened to the new Offspring album. At first I wasn't so impressed, just kind of seemed like they hadn't really developed at all, and their like, in their late 40's now. But then I thought about it, and realised they don't really need to develop an entirely new sound. They've already perfected a sound that is their own, so why would they go around destroying it? I mean look at what happened to Linin Park.. *Shudder* Anyway, anyway, they have a song in the new album called Cruisin' California (Bumpin' in my Trunk), and what I only just realised, was that it's a song about some chick farting. Hahaha at first listen it just sounds like they resorted to falling into the same pop-groove as Katy Perry, but no, far from it. This is one of their best joke songs evaaa. It's also catchy too.. But I guess that's what you'd expect from pop garbage.

So I've been pretty busy these holidays ya know. Granted, not doing so much work as I probably should have been doing, but still, I was a busy guy. For instance, a lot of my time was spent writing super long emails that just kept getting longer and longer! That was what happened for a majority of the time when I was in the U.S of A. It was fun. Now that I'm back in my old casa, I've got Joe here! He's visiting from England. It's pretty cool, since I haven't seen him in AGES. And yet it's like he never left. Some things are kind of different, like not that many people are here, and we can't really talk about stuff that happened in school, but we get by. It's just good to have my old friend back.

Now I'm supposed to be writing about this massive 12 minute movement by Prokofiev. But I'm not. This blog is far, far more important than my foreseeable future.

Hmm, the thought has crossed my mind of dropping out of school. Just go to Singapore instead for my uni. I qualify for going there right now, so it wouldn't be a problem getting in. But I can't. No matter how I bitch and whine and complain, I'm not gonna be quitting this damn IB anytime soon.

Besides, there's still so much left to happen this new year.
I just hope most of it turns out to be good,