Saturday, 31 December 2011

Obligatory end of year post

So 2011 ends as I'm typing this in Vietnam with a bunch of mosquito bites. Just bought some awesome $10 reebok leather sandals :D Hmm.. really don't know what to think of the year. Studied hard (not really), met some awesome people, attained the ATAR I wanted, ate a 1 metre pizza and started drinking. I don't know... I should feel pretty darn happy but I'm not. Pretty mixed at best.

I think it's the inevitable passing of time. The knowledge that everyday I'm one tiny step closer to the big bad world of adults and drifting further and further away from the comforting world of childhood. Scared of the future. Scared of failure. Scared.

Okay, reading that last passage.. holy shit what a loser I was five minutes ago. Fuck it, I can't wait to turn 18. Can't wait to get a real job. Can't wait to be able to make enough money to eat Italian everyday. Can't wait to... I dunno.. get married and have kids? Actually, nah what am I saying, that can wait.

Ah wells, 2012 is going to be a completely different and awesome experience, even if I try to fight it every step of the way. 

Sunday, 18 December 2011

Life and death post-ATAR

So.. received ATAR/HSC results. Reasonably satisfied- made it into Commerce/Economics @ UNSW by almost 5 ATAR (counting bonus points). As such, didn't get disowned/discriprined for bringing dishonror to famiry :D Oh and they're funding my student exchange to the US in 3rd year uni. And I think my uncle is giving me one of his (i think he owns like 5) cars when I get Ps. Oh, and Fort street rose to 8th this year. Fuck yeah.

Another thought: dang, I guess it must suck being my sister. I mean, coming from a family/culture that values academic achievement while not being as naturally gifted but just as lazy as your own brother (feel like such a douchebag writing this =[) while being held to the same standards as him. Sure, she's rude and selfish and disrespectful but... yeah. feels bad man.

And... death. Went to a birthday party with family today. Saw (everyone thought he was just unconscious at the time) a dead person today. Honestly don't know how I feel right now... Okay, I'll explain. A not-that-close family friend (about my parents' age, mid 40s) suffered a heart attack while asleep. For about 20 minutes, everyone simply assumed he was asleep before it was time to eat. By then, he had become unresponsive and his face was cold and pale. Ambulance was called, ambos tried to revive. Ambos called for more advanced assistance and after about half an hour of trying to revive him, he was rushed to hospital. Then we all started to eat some food and I left early.

Later, I was told that he was pronounced dead. Really... that was... someone's father, someone's husband, someone's son, someone's dear friend. Life is so precious and just gets taken away just so easily. Even though I did not have a close bond with the man, I still felt rather..... empty afterwards. I still feel... it's really hard to explain.... a sense of sadness and loss mixed with emotionlessness. Really do not want to experience something like that so up close again.. Honestly can't imagine how I'd react if it was someone close to me.
Maybe I'd become Batman if they were killed by a criminal.. lol
Or maybe I'd become a killer if their murderer walked away free...

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

HSC results/ATAR

funny thing. they're so important yet so... meaningless. This time next year, no one will care about your ATAR.
Basically, the system is fucked up. Scaling, moderating, compulsory English, rote-learning. A single number that determines whether or not you get into your desired course. A single number that tests how well you can make the system work for you. Not that I should be complaining.. but oh wells, here goes:

Oh English... a test of how well you can bullshit and memorise a work produced by someone else. Teaching kids who don't even know the difference between whom, who and whose the significance of iambic pentameter and enjambment. Sure, I enjoyed some of the texts (George Orwell and Shakespeare in particular) but others were pure torture (I'm looking at you, Jane Austen/Charlotte Bronte). Creative/Analytical works which can simply be memorised and taken into an exam. Yeah. That totally is a good measure of how well one will perform in uni.

Oh and scaling/moderating... Unbelievably unfair to some students. For example, I don't see General Math and Extension 1 Math as being that far apart in terms of difficulty. Yet a student that scores 90% raw in General will lose to another student who scores 65% in Extension 1, simply because the system believes that the first student is inherently "less capable" simply because they didn't choose extension. I'm not sure whether I'm explaining myself clearly but.. oh well.

And.. ATAR... doesn't really matter as long as you get into your desired course, although some see it as a measure of how "smart" a person is. Bullshit. If a moderately intelligent student chooses high-scaling (Asian) subjects and puts in minimal effort in class but attends coaching for said subjects, he can easily achieve 95+ (hahaha this is reminds me of my lazy self). But a student just as intelligent who wants to do subjects which are not high-scaling but works hard and does not attend coaching would find it difficult to get above 90, simply because that is how the system is designed.

.. Oh wow, I feel like such a hypocrite after writing that... Like, I did not put in that much effort for my HSC and went about relying on the little natural intelligence I have and alot of tutoring... Well, we will see whether it was all enough in just over 2 hours. 

Another life update: Mordekaiser got buffed! Yay! Also, I'm going to take a 2 hour nap before getting my HSC results by text message.

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And remember: Once you hit rock bottom, the only way is up! 

Sunday, 11 December 2011

New look and great food!

Rebecca says:

BLOG ABOUT IT
LOL
Peter says:
"hello reader. You may have noticed that this blog looks different. This is because I changed the design. That is all.
-Peter"

Yep.
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In other news, started playing LoL more. Mordekaiser and Master Yi are so much fun to use!
Also, went to a 9(?) year old's birthday function with my family last night at a seafood restaurant. Everyone else there was either under 13 or over 35 years old. *Lack of belonging!!!* But.. ohhh.. the food was so good that I remember exactly what I ate in order:
2 bowls shark fin soup
Lobster
Crab
Abalone
Steamed fish
Fried rice
Grilled beef
Fruit salad
Sweet dessert in the form of a soup (know the name in Vietnamese but not in english)
Coffee birthday cake with strawberries everywhere

Typing this up after an all-nighter. Yeah, terrible for my health but I stopped caring ages ago :)
HOLY CRAP HSC RESULTS IN 3 DAYS FROM NOW!

oh oh and.... must watch a scary movie before the end of the year... preferably silence of the lambs, which traumatised 11 year old Peter ._.

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Pizzas and the past

In case you didn't already know, Peter loves Italian food, especially pizzas. So I had dinner at an Italian restaurant in Parra today. ONE METRE PIZZAS.
that deserves repeating again.
ONE METRE PIZZAS. LIFE IS NOW ONE STEP CLOSER TO COMPLETION.
Yeah. Costly as hell (especially the drinks) but very nice. So good. So good. So good. So good... *drools*

Life Update time:
I finally gave in and started playing LoL. Pretty fun.

Oh yeah, also met my primary school friend James on the train going back home. Still the same guy, with his love of Casio watches and cars. Makes you realise how quickly life goes by sometimes. You're a tiny, shy year 6 kid in primary school and then high school flashes by in a blur. You slowly lose contact and drift away from your old friends while making new ones. And one day, you realise that you've turned into ......... an unemployed bum waiting for your ATAR like me :)

To be honest, I really don't know how to feel about all this situation right now. Nostalgia of the way things were, sadness that those times have passed, happiness to see people you haven't seen in such a long time, belonging ( ...HSC english killed that word for everyone), anxiousness about losing contact with my high school friends and acceptance that life just goes on.

In true Fort Street fashion, I shall end with a quote: "Do not worry about yesterday, as it cannot be changed"... "Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."