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fade into the background

I haven’t blogged in an age. This has mainly been because nothing really great has happened since I last wrote. Probably the only things worth mentioning was Thursday’s Year 11 vs. 12 Basketball game and Friday’s Final Prefect Assembly.

The 11 vs. 12 game went okay, I thought. There was some speculation as to whether it would be on or not, but luckily the rain held out enough for it to be just playable at lunch time, albeit after quite a bit of sweeping. So the game was on and a good amount of people came down to watch, which was good. The year 11s all rocked up in their NBA jerseys, while most of our players were in full school uniform. To play the game was a bit tricky, since the ball quickly got wet and slipped out of our hands many a time, and the wet ground made it difficult to move around quickly without fear of slipping. I think we all played well considering the conditions, and the year 11s weren’t bad either, but despite our lack of preparation in terms of clothing, we still emerged, quite convincingly, as the victors (pardon the pun). All in all it was a pretty fun game, and it was good since most of us haven’t played a proper full-court game for a long time (although I have Hills).

So Friday was the last day of school and the Prefects’ Final Assembly. To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t that great, but there were some good parts. I liked the “Thriller” and “Smooth Criminal” dances, and Grubsy’s “I Want You Back” was great as always. I know he doesn’t read this, but apologies to Grubsy for not playing bass for that song. Chris was much better at it than me, anyway. Otherwise, the quizzes and games were kind of awkward in my opinion, but it was okay.

My parents and brother are still away in their respective overseas countries. For the past week it’s just been me and Tasha; she’s sleeping on my bed right now. I spoke to my parents today and they told me they’d visited the Great Wall and the Terracotta Warriors, both of which were apparently amazing. I’m so jealous, and I can’t wait to see the photos. Speaking of photos, I asked my dad about the camera I’ve been wanting, and he said “when we get back”. Good sign. Anyway, my parents told me that my brother sent them a text saying that he had successfully made it to the top of Mt. Kinabalu (the tallest mountain in Malaysia), which was the main part of his tour to Sabah, Malaysia. The summit of the mountain is 4,095m above sea level, and they did in in two days. I’ve heard of many past students failing to reach the top and having to return to the rest house halfway up the mountain due to the tough atmospheric conditions (low oxygen, low pressure), so it’s pretty awesome that he made it all the way up.

Anyway, that’s about all I have to say about life, since nothing happens anymore. I realise that I say that a lot nowadays, that “nothing happens”. I guess it’s true, to an extent, that year 12 does lose the fun of year 11 and our junior years. Everyone is so concentrated on studying that there really isn’t time for anything else. Yes, I know I’m basically repeating what everyone is thinking and has been saying, but it’s so true, and I’ve really come to realise that now. Last holidays I went out quite a bit, so I didn’t really feel it, but I have a feeling most of these holidays will be spent at home, with books for company. Great.

But, digressing, in the past few days I’ve just been procrastinating and making the most of my nights before I have to start studying for trials. And so I’ve found a number of interesting things during my travels. I haven’t posted stuff like this in a long time, and I won’t be saying much about any of them.

Remember those light trails that I posted a few blogs ago? Well these, from an album entitled Fun with Long Exposure, totally blow ours out of the water. More photos and larger images at Icon_ology.

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Does anyone remember that crazy stop motion video with the wolf and the pig? To refresh your memory or if you haven’t seen it, go here. Well, Olympus has made a similar video to promote their “PEN” Camera. Go to the Olympus website, or watch “The PEN Story” below.

I thought this ad was pretty clever; it speaks for itself.

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You know those videos/movies of marriage proposals where the guy proposes at a sporting event or over the PA somewhere or at a fancy restaurant with a little band playing? Well how about this one, in the middle of Disneyland’s Main Street. I thought it was great.

And lastly, is this video, entitled “Kittens Inspired by Kittens”. I don’t know why, but it made me smile and laugh.

Anyway, that’s all folks. Don’t study too hard these holidays; have at least a bit of fun.

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no joy in mudville

Today was a very interesting day for me. This blog will be a timeline of my day.

8:15am: I am awoken by my alarm clock. I turn it off and remain in bed for five more minutes of sweet sleep. It’s weird, but it is this five minutes that somehow allows me to wake up more alert than if I got out of bed immediately.

8:20am: The alarm on my phone goes off; I turn it off and proceed to the bathroom for a shower.

8:30am: I have showered and dressed for school. I then move to the kitchen to eat breakfast- peanut butter on toast and a boiled egg, with milo.

8:50am: I have finished breakfast very, very slowly and packed my bag and my lunch for school. I then go to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

8:55am: I am outside of the house. One of the few fortunate things that happens today is that my mum happens to be going to work at the same time that I am going to school. I save a five minute walk, taking about twenty seconds to get to school by car.

8:56am: I am walking through the gates of James Ruse Agricultural High School. I then proceed to L-block to sign in, then to the common room for my free period. Here, I attempt to do the very difficult crosswords in today’s paper. I don’t get very far. I do, however, figure out the target word- PIMPERNEL. No-one believes me when I say that it’s a real word, so I look it up on the internet and find that it is some sort of a European salad. To skip the boring bits, I then have chemistry and mathematics before recess. During recess I obtain an orange form from Ms. Connors to drop Extension II English. After recess is maths again.

12:08pm: I very quickly walk to the bus stop on Pennant Hills Rd to catch the 546 to Parramatta Westfield. I am with Janet, following Bryan, James and Thashan.

12:17pm: I am on the 546 to Parramatta, sitting in the back seat. I make my first mistake of the day: I walk on to the bus without paying the fare or dipping my Travel Ten. Why? Because apparently I’m too cheap to pay the $1.60 fare in cash, or the $0.70 with my Travel Ten. Stupid.

12:35pm: The bus stops somewhere just before Parramatta station, near the Aldi. It just so happens that Sydney Buses have chosen today to station Transport Officers along this route in an attempt to catch fare-evaders and those using bus passes that do not go to Parramatta. After a few very nervous minutes of the five or six officers checking the passes of the people in front of us, one finally reaches us in the back seat. Everyone checks out except Janet and me; I didn’t pay the fare, nor do I hav a bus pass. Idiot. We are taken out of the bus, joining the dozen or so others from our school who are also in the same situation. One asks for my ID and takes down all the details on my driver’s licence. He does not look happy. He gives me a stern talk about what I’ve done, questioning me while writing. He tells me that I will be receiving a letter in the mail as a warning, and that next time I am caught I will be fined. Phew, it’s not so bad after all. He then lets me go, and I go over to Janet who is in the same situation with another officer. Luckily, he’s a nice guy, and he lets us on to the next bus to Parramatta Westfield.

3:25pm: We board the 548 bus back to Carlingford, and I am careful to dip my Travel Ten this time. I think I’ve learnt my lesson. The bus driver is a lunatic. It looks like he’s new to the job. His driving is erratic; accelerating and decelerating very quickly and he misses a few stops even after people have pressed the button, needing to stop on the side of the road a bit after each stop to let people out. The ride is very bumpy and I quickly start to feel car (or bus) sick.

4:00pm: It is absolutely pouring outside, and I get off the bus in front of Carlingford station, hiding out under shelter there. I have given my umbrella to Janet as she didn’t bring one today, and so I proceed to run home in the rain.

4:02pm: I arrive at school, where I rest a bit in the sheltered area at the back of the hall, dripping wet. Luckily, the rain has died down a bit by now- it’s not pouring anymore- and so I walk through the sheltered parts of the school towards the Baker St side, and then walk home.

4:06pm: I arrive at my home, towelling off and sitting down in my warm room in front of the computer for the next hour and a bit.

5:45pm: I begin to get dressed for my Hills game at 6:15. But then I realise that my only pair of basketball shorts are in the washing machine at this very moment. I quickly fish them out and wring them out as hard as I can, slapping them against the door of my laundry to drive out as much water as possible before putting it in the dryer. While I am doing this, my mum tells me that it’s never going to work, but I persist.

5:50pm: My dad arrives home and we are about to leave for Hills. I remove the shorts from the dryer; they are still wet but I make do. I end up putting on a different pair of shorts for the drive there, intending to change just before the game so that I don’t have to sit on damp shorts. You can’t tell they’re wet just by looking at them and they’ll dry out during the game anyway.

6:00pm: Crap. I am stuck in heavy traffic on North Rocks Rd, and it looks like I’m not going to make it to the game on time.

6:18pm: I arrive at Hills Basketball Stadium, three minutes late for my game. I quickly change my shorts in the car, not bothering to find a parking space yet, and run into the stadium, letting my dad park.

6:55pm: The game is over. We have lost to a team called “CHB” (from Castle Hill High). I then exit the stadium and proceed to drive home. When I arrive home, MasterChef is on, and dinner is waiting. From there, nothing more interesting happens…

12:50am: I begin to write this blog.

1:19am: I am sitting here completing this blog, very tired after a very hectic day.

1:21am: I am about to tag and title this blog before changing the posting time to 11:59pm on May 20 and clicking Publish, because I’m OCD like that. I will then get into my bed to sleep, hoping that tomorrow is a better day. Goodnight.

“No Joy In Mudville” is from the album We Have The Facts And We’re Voting Yes. It was raining today, hence “Mudville”.