Short Enough to Write, Long Enough to Post.

Finally. I got to actually say something. I've been short on time lately, so I could only write small passages (of which I posted on Facebook because status are supposed to be small anyway!).

But now... it's not really a "complaint", but who cares! (Well, actually, I'm trying to not complain about anything. So it's good.)

So after work I was revising for the Music Exam that was due to be sat tomorrow. (nervewrecking, I tell you…)

All the customers have gone home and I’ve done the daily income summary so there was no need for me to sit at the front, so I moved to the back (haha). I read over my revision once and half times over before deciding to go on a reciting marathon; write up as much as I can remember about each of the topics we’ve covered this term. As I was doing it, my co-worker – one of the waitresses – appeared, having also finished her own quota. She sat down then after a while asked, “Are you listening to music?” I was wearing earphones.

“Yes,” I replied idly.

“Oh my god! I could never study with music. It’s ‘too much’, you know? Too many things happening at once, I can’t concentrate! How could you do that?”

“…” I went blank for a second because I hate studying without having music play in the background. I answered honestly when the answers came to mind soon after. “I just… let it run freely in the background without paying much attention to it.” Then something else popped into my head so I added that, too, “And it’s also a good distraction; to practice my concentration. So then in the real test I’ll be able to concentrate well… you know?” Oh my, that makes it sounds so much more intelligent! ;) It’s just that I don’t like absolute silence because then my voice is too loud when I’m talking to myself, and there’s almost always absolute silence at home unless I play some music. It’s also a good filler for ‘something’ when I’m just thinking. Besides…

I realised this a little later, but the first real reason that I’d put music on earlier was because the noise coming from the kitchen was obviously way more distracting than Asian Pop!

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Just as a side note, finally arrived home at approx. 11.30pm…

Everybody in the house are making “I’m dead” noises, wishing to sleep but can’t because they needed food… (that’s only my mum and I, btw)

And so of course we ate.

YES, THAT’S RIGHT!! WE ATE AT 11.30PM!! HALF AN HOUR UNTIL MIDNIGHT, AND WE’RE EATINNGG!!

Unbelievable, isn’t it? (Especially for a certain person out there who told me to NEVERR eat after 9pm…)

But do I care? NOOOOOOO. If I’m going to go to school, work every day from 5pm – 10pm plus 11am – 3pm on Saturdays and Sundays, then I need energy! (It’ll probably burn off during my days anyhow… or something. =.=")

Adios~

From,

Mage-chan~

Thoughts on Maths and School. :)

Seeing "Maths" all over my timetable soothes me considerately. No, maybe quite a huge amount.
It makes me feel like I'm actually doing 'something'. Being at school soothes my thoughts too, because it gives me something of a 'meaning'. It lessens my daily suicidal thoughts considerately, because I now have something else to think about, and 'important' things to do.

I can't say I love school, mainly because I don't like using the word 'love' - it is too strong, too definite. I am a person of uncertainty and lack of confidence; I don't like my words sounding do definite. 'Hate' is okay because it is negative, and I am a negative person. So that is acceptable. I would only use it if I was 100% sure and passionately felt hatred towards the subject/topic/object to the point that I might even give up dying now just to do something to it though. :O (In normal people terms, I guess that it's "hate it so much I could die"?)

Seeing "Maths" all over my timetable soothes me.
Doing "Maths" every school day and sometimes twice a school day soothes me even more.

Maths C is ridiculously fun. I have to admit this.
However there is still a catch. ...Seriously, something never fails to worry me. ==
Apparently since Maths C is a senior (Yr 11 & Yr 12) subject, there isn't a course/textbook available for Year 10s. The teacher said that we're practically doing Year 11 work - the activity book we were given was copied out of a Year 11 textbook.
That sentence made me somewhat glad, yet painfully agonised at the same time. We're learning Matrices. I bet you a million dollars that I could do this even if I was in grade/elementary/primary school. No joke. And apparently it's for Year 11s. ...that's really depressing to hear.
What we're learning in Physics is even harder than that. And Physics, in my eyes, is probably Grade 9 level. Although I did have a bit of trouble with it, but that's simply because I'm stupid. :3

Three of my six subjects are Maths C, Physics and Maths Extension/Maths B. Physics contain a lot of maths, so it feels a lot like I'm doing maths. :3
So peaceful~
Doing Maths day in, day out~
I get this "fuwa~ fuwa~" sort of feeling after a Maths-filled lesson... 

Today, Afternoon. ;)

I woke up this morning feeling strange.
One possible - very probably - scenario immediately popped into my head: sick?

I woke up a little earlier than usual, but then went back to sleep... and woke up at the normal time. I moved around, discovering that my muscles felt strangely heavy and slow, and were aching slightly. After a few more seconds I realised that my nose wasn't blocked, but blocked at the same time - blocked but breathable, thus how I didn't noticed the blockade at first moment of consciousness.
I blew my nose. I could tell right away that I was sick at that point... I wouldn't really want to tell how, but let's just say it was colour-related. :/

Like usual on the weekends, I got out of the room and went downstairs to grab my breakfast-lunch-dinner. :3
After I finished preparing, I brought it upstairs and began eating. After that, I wondered what to do for a few minutes. My schedule says that it's Watching Anime time, but there are other things that I have to do. I'd borrowed my friend's Music Book yesterday so that I can copy out everything that she'd written down for last Semester. That certainly won't be finished in a few minutes - I even skipped dinner yesterday for this. :O Although it didn't really make much difference though, I wasn't that hungry anyway...
So I got down to continue the copying. I feel sort of dazed - maybe it's the sickness... or whatever. My forehead is also warm, but not hot, so it's probably not too bad. As I continued writing, I found myself drifting.
Me: "I should be resting. I'm sick."
Other me: "What are you saying? You have to return this book tonight, so you have to finish copying this by afternoon."
Me: "But the sick are excused... they have reasons!"
Other me: "Nonsense. You don't have to sleep. Besides, the only thing moving right now are your hands. Other parts of your body are resting."
Me: "Hm. True that. But I have work tonight. I should rest for it, too..."
Other me: "Shut up. You have to finish copying this."
Me: "Alright... and I can't take a day-off either."
Other me: "You can if you really want to."
Me: "I don't mean it like that. I can't because I simply will not. Who cares if I'm dropping dead?"
Other me: "True that."
Me: "Why am I sick anyway? It wasn't even cold last night."
Other me: "Good question."
Me: "...hm... and last night I had a terribly runny nose... why is that? I didn't really run into a puff of smoke or a pile of dust anywhere for me to catch hayfever."
Other me: "Maybe your whatever-sickness now is because of yesterday's rain."
Me: "Oh yes! The rain!! :O Genius!"
Other me: "Stupid!"
Me: *accepts the insult readily* "Alright then, I'm going to continue writing now."
Other me: "Good."
Me: "But you know, if I don't rest it could get worse."
Other me: "Then make it not get worse."
Me: "...hmm... I will try to find a way, ahaha."
Other me: "You are the master of your own body and a master of your own life, no?"
Me: "Certainly. :) I guess I'll just think that it won't get worse and ignore this ever existed then it'll just go away, lol. And I'll probably feel better after a shower anyway."
Other me: "Although I doubt that it would truly work, go ahead."
Me: "Okay, I'll continue writing now."
Other me: "You're so stupid. Why do you keep getting off-track? And it's a conversation with yourself, no less! Outrageous!"
Me: "I know. =*=" Then I hopped on to write this before the Conversation with Myself flows out of my memory completely. ^^

Ohh, I'm so lucky!
I rarely get terrible sickness. :)
At the moment I only have a blocked + runny nose (it's so weird that I have both at the same time ==") and I just feel dazed and strangely tired. My muscles are just very slightly aching and they feel slightly heavy. And you know that dazed, heavy feeling where you feel like if you stand up you're going to fall over? I have that, but it's slight, too! XD
See, not much able to stop me from working!!

Well, there's still 12 or so A4 pages for me to copy, so I will now return. ^O^