5.29.2010

Well hello. These days I have a lot going on in my head but I have trouble putting it in writing. There’s a lot of things, a lot of words that pass through my head. I find myself talking to my subconscious and as always worrying about the same things. I thought about it and I’d like to get busy over something. Maybe when my college life starts I will have to get tons of work done. Maybe I’d get the hang of it if I get compelled on doing some work. To be honest, I never had a fixed timetable. I didn’t have study hours neither did I have a specific time for anything. I just did what I felt like doing everyday and got things done when I remembered them. Which is why I mastered how to come up with instant stuff like homework, projects and other schoolwork. Anyway I wasn’t alone since my friends were doing the same thing. If my aunt who raised me when I was little was still here I’d be dead meat. I probably would have never lost that habit of planning and making time for everything. I rarely ever got punished nor scolded when I was young. The things I got scolded for were because I had a small appetite and I didn’t eat as much as I should. Also, I didn’t like sleeping in the afternoon even though they said I’d grow taller. Then once I didn’t do this homework because I forgot all about it. See, my aunt checks my notebooks for teacher’s notes back then and she saw that. She got mad and made me finish it even though I had to stay up late. I was in kindergarten back then. Well it’s kinda fun to admit now but I used to fake some things as strategy when I was a kid. Since I had a small appetite I used to act like throwing up so I didn’t have to eat so much. And when I had to sleep in the afternoon I used to just pretend and rub my eyes when it was time for me to wake up  My aunt left for Japan before I got to grade school but I managed to keep the same routine. Then in high school that routine just fell apart. I guess influence played a big part in that problem. I wish I hadn’t lost that habit until now. I only ever wanted to be consistent at my work. In my seventh grade my teacher said there’s only one person in our class who was consistent. I wish I could hear that again. So what happened? I faltered, fell apart, came back and struggled to be consistent about it. That sucks. Oh well.

So I read Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief out of intense boredom. It wasn’t bad, really. It was a cool way of telling the stories of Greek mythology and making the gods and goddesses look real cool and modern. LOL at Ares for being portrayed as a biker dude. I liked it even though it’s already below my level. Oh it makes me remember the good old Harry Potter days. I need to find a good book soon. But it made me think about how cool it’d be if I were a god or goddess’ child. Aside from that Percy and I, we’re on the same boat. So it turns out Poseidon was his daddy. But the thing was, since Zeus, Poseidon and Hades were the three who had the greatest powers they made an oath never to have a bazillion kids with countless women. And so Percy turned out to be a very powerful half-blood and he was also a bastard child. A mistake. Poseidon was even sorry he was born. Well how about that? LOL.

And now I’m reading the Diary of Anne Frank again. I stopped reading it halfway because it bored me. It’s all about the Jews and the Germans and all but it really did bore me. Anyone who has read it would know that it’s in journal format and not in a story. But now I saw it again and decided to read the latter which I am glad I did. Since it’s starting to get more exciting. Believe me it bothers me when I don’t finish a book. It got interesting for me because Anne started to mention things in her diary which I could relate to. She was much younger than me when they went into hiding but she was already a good writer.

I though about becoming a journalist but I figured I’d be giving myself a hard time forcing my brain to come up with an article every now and then. And by the time I start working, no article no money. There’s so much to write about this world but people have different interests. Not everyone will care to read what I write anyways.

I’ve always liked eating ramen. My mum sends us a box from time to time. But by far this Korean ramen is the spiciest I’ve ever tasted. It’s also big too.