When I was Studying

[EXAMS ARE OVER! sorry 4 not bloggin 4 so long hey ... but... not i hav plenty of time to blog! hehe... OMG... holidays! yesh.. nehooz... thanx guys 4 still supporting my blog. hui hui]

Before the official post...
Just an explanation to my previous post. The complaints that I mentioned are that of the ones we shouldn't be making- because we take the 'irritating things' for granted and rant on about them. In actual fact, people in third world countries can't even start to complain about what we complain. It's not the usual "Oh God it's so hot." "Oh S***, I freggin stabbed myself with a compass!" type complain, it's the type where just because we're full of resources, we complain about obesity; just because education is part of society, we complain about school (which actually produce useful people for this world); just because the internet is slow as you don't have broad band, you complain- some people don't even have this luxury! That's the main point of my blog, it's the complaints we make after taking for granted things other people may not have that I'm criticizing, not the complaints you make when you're in pain, when you froget something, or when you have an opinion. Sure, saying that school is boring is an opinion, it's just an invalid one in my point of view. Many of us would think it's valid, and I totally accept that- my blog's just my opinion too. =)

The Official Post...
Thursday Morning. 9.03am. Studying in my room. Was entirely focused and psyched, ready to start memorizing the different phases of the Russian Revolution. Suddenly, the phone rings. Found out she was looking for Mom. Not home, gave her Mom's mobile number. A totally unexpected question then arose- Where are you from? Excuse me? It was quite awkward as this was on the phone. I'm her [Mom] daughter... Bizzare. Oh yeah... you sound like you're from north America...

I suppose that ought to confirm that I have an American accent. A total stranger told me that just 2 days ago; my dancing Bud's mother, Aurora's Mom also told me that during dance (she's American, like real American)... it's inescapable! The emergence is absolutely fascinating, as I've never been to America, never had any American influence... other than from TV programs. The Box is seriously a brain washing tool, a form of propaganda that works... or that I'm just weird and mutated Aussie to Ranch. Either way, it's rather awesome.

Hui Hui ^^b