Second Draw Down

Can’t wait until 2011 because then I can finally say last year when referring to 2010 (which I keep doing).

I’m not really a fan of resolutions, although the last New Year’s resolution worked out well… kinda. I’m someone who is more like if you wanna do it, just do it, you don’t have to have a special date to do it, if you want to make a change, why not start now?

This year I’m going to try and stop indulging in daydreams, naps and my own pathetic feelings.

I’ll try my hardest to do what I know I should do rather than what I feel like doing. I’ll try my best to keep what I want in mind, so I’ll work harder.

I’ll go back to the mindset I used to have, which is I should do everything I can because, why waste an opportunity to experience something new? I feel like I didn’t do so much of that this year… no wondering as to why.

Today is the last day I get to feel pathetic (if I happen to feel pathetic), the last day I get to nap for no reason and most importantly, the last day I get to daydream like I have been because from tomorrow I’m going to start actively NOT doing that, if that makes sense. But let’s face it, I never make sense.

I’m also going to start on my holiday goals properly. Those being: actively using French and Chinese (still unsure how I’m going to do that), learning the capitals of the world, and of course, learning to drive and get my restricted. That’s quite difficult actually, learning to drive is annoying. So tomorrow I guess I’m going to change my attitude toward driving.

I guess I also want to not feel bored. Hey, boobs, tits, cock. Yeah, I didn’t think anyone would want to read this so a bit of vulgarity is alright. When I feel bored I can’t find anything that I want to do, and sometimes stems from wanting to do something but not being able to.

In order to start the year fresh I think I’m going to have to sort my room. It’s a mess. A huge fat ball of messy mess-ness. I think I have too much stuff and too little space. I think I’m going to have to throw out a lot of stuff, which is ok but I have trouble letting stuff go (haha) mainly because I always think I might need those things again.

You know what’s a random thing that just popped into my head that I don’t really mind sharing with you because I really don’t think anyone wants to read about someone’s stupid new year’s resolutions so I’m pretty sure no one is reading: why do a lot of people find this particular person really attractive? I don’t get it. I’m also over thinking about this line of thought (which would make for a semi-interesting post) because I just realised that I’m at home by myself and half my friends are out away for New Years and this makes me sad.

Ok, I’m off to feel pathetic for a while.

How is it that during exam break I can think of a million things to do during the holidays but now NOT EVEN ONE GOOD IDEA has popped into my head? This morning I have vacuumed the house, divided the old exercise books in my room into “keep” and “throw” and sent my CV to a law firm. This is it. And of course my normal fix of Facebook. I’M SO FREAKIN BORED!!! I was meant to go into uni to Skype Matt with Firdos but uni is ages away and I only have three bus rides left and I wanted to hang out with Docie because I felt like I was neglecting her. Well Docie went out shopping this morning leaving me on my own… and no motivation to do anything.

Perhaps I’d be happier if it were sunny. But it isn’t. No. The weather has turned to crap in the last couple of days which means I haven’t be able to go for my walks in the morning which give me a boost of endorphins to get my day off to a good natural high.

Perhaps it’s more the fact that I don’t FEEL like doing anything. Honestly, I can think of several different things to do but I don’t want to do any of them. I should go and wrap my secret santa gift… hmmm… gah.

Seriously what’s wrong with me?! CHILDREN CAN OCCUPY THEMSELVES! WHY CAN’T I?!

Whenever I get into these moods I go and do one thing, like the dishes, and then that starts the ball rolling and I’ll find other things to do.

Omg. I could never be a housewife. Being at home alone is dull. WHERE IS MY IMAGINATION?!

Ok. Now I’m tossing up between going off and doing the dishes and maybe that’ll motvate me to do something and going for a nap before work. Ergh. I don’t like working late nights.

I’ve already had lunch so there goes something else to do…

Maybe I’ll have a nap. And then go to work.

:( :(

Just some thoughts from the weekend:

I need people. I need to see people, I need to speak to people, I need people around me all the time! It is for this reason that I am slowly but surely becoming addicted to Facebook. I don’t think that the usual amount of time spent with people in real life is enough to feed this need to be around people because I’ll come home and jump on Facebook. I’m neglecting my family and have become horrible to talk to. Well impatient I should say because when I’m at home, I’m not doing what I need to do, which is be out somewhere or do something. I also can’t really stand being at home at this very second. It’s boring and there’s little to do. I also can’t watch TV because I can’t sit for extended periods without wanting to get up and do something else.

I had one of the best weekends ever this past weekend! Nessa’s going away/birthday party was absolutely wonderful! Everything was awesome!!! Food, people, dancing, clubbing. CLAPS ALL AROUND! Then today we had Jono’s annual puddle party, once again, a fun and relaxing afternoon out in the Whitford farmland. Heaps of time this weekend spent hanging out with my FUCKIN AWESOME friends from high school. I LOVED IT! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND I’M TOTALLY HAVING WITHDRAWAL.

After spending so much time around people, it’s hard for me to go back to being not around so many people. I feel kind of crazy and lost. I want Genie back. Sounds like she’s having an amazing time in Romania though http://genie-has-tumblr.tumblr.com/

Gah! I feel like I need to be overseas… Well all good! Malaysia July 2011.

I feel weird. It’s probably because I had a sleep at a weird time. wo4e;/zx/;wlo weovnjn wrpwiujwoi <– that’s how I feel.

I called Romania this morning to check and make sure that Genie made it ok. She did and she’s finally at the start of her amazing adventure where she will be challenged, she will learn, she will discover and hopefully she’ll love every second of it.

It’s almost exactly one year since I left for my awesome summer away and honestly it was possibly the best experience of my life. Despite the simple regrets and the pain of leaving, the memories of places, people and fun times were unbelievable, unforgettable, irreplaceable. If given the chance, I would do it all again.

Ah, I lufve me a goud accent. (Pirate accent) I really love accents for the fact that they tell you a little bit about the person and make up a little part of your identity. Interesting accents belong to interesting people. Of course, I don’t love listening to all accents. Here are some accents in particular I would like to highlight:

Mixy accents:
I love mixy accents. A mixy accent is where someone has grown up somewhere with one accent and has moved to another place but has only adopted half the accent. This is cool because it gives a good indication about how long that person has been there and how well they have assimilated into the new culture. One of my favourite mixy accents is the British Indian, where you have Sanjeet who moved to the UK some 20ish years ago and all his kids have the har’-ou’ bri’ish accen’ but Sanjeet still retains a bit of the curl in his Rs and of course the inexplicable-mutlifunctional-head-nod-shake-thing.

The Singapore/Malaysian accent:
There are some things that are really really really wrong with Singlish/Manglish, it really isn’t proper English at all and half the time you aren’t saying anything new, but are just repeating the same thing. Not only this, the grammar is all over the place, e.g. My five year old cousin’s favourite line : “You do what?”. BUT in saying this, there is something that is so comforting about it. I’m pretty sure it’s just a personal thing, because of my ties to Malaysia, but everytime I hear a Singapore or Malaysian accent it just feels so comfortable. I really can’t think of another word for it.

The Ukrainian/Russian accent:
To be fair I have expressed my non-love for the Ukrainian/Russian accent, and if you ask Jeremy, a fellow traveller of Ukraine, he will say he adores it whereas I detest it, which simply isn’t true. Having spent 6 weeks in Ukraine I can spot a Russian accent from ages away. Honestly, I don’t love it, but I have a soft spot right near my heart for the accent and will immediately attack anyone who may be able to help me fulfil my dream of learning Russian.

Surprise accents:
I love these, and you never know when one is coming your way. A surprise accent is when someone has a totally different accent to what you expected. My favourite suprise accents are the old naturalised chinese kiwis. They look at home in a paddy field wearing a straw hat but next minute they’re asking whether you want any tomato sauce on that hokey-pokey ice-cream, or in my case saying “Chit-chat, chit-chat, tall people, short people”, only Eugenia Ng will truly understand that last one.

Tainted accents:
Tainted accents are accents of people who have English as their second language and their English is tainted according to what type of English they learn. Tainted accents are awesome and are a bit like a mixy accent where the words flow in and out of the two accents. Sometimes they even turn into into invisi-accents where speaking becomes so natural that you can’t tell that this person had to read and slave over text books and listen to endless documents and do hours and hours of exams to finally achieve perfection in their writing and then have to spend an extra kajoolian hours trying to perfect their accent on the streets of whereever. Most notable person who has achieved the perfect invisi-accent is Kevin, one of my French professeurs, his English is ACTUALLY BETTER than almost anyone I know. I hope to one day achieve the invisi-accent in French. Chances aren’t high though.

Kiwi accents:
Now, a kiwi accent can go one of two ways: slow and annoying or homely and comforting. The first can best be seen on New Zealand’s Next Top Model where for some reason most of the girls sound like it’s REALLY hard for them to form their words, like they have a tennis ball in the back of their throat that prevents them from talking any louder than a faint whisper and at the pace of someone 4 times their age. I don’t like this accent at all, it annoys me so much, it’s sounds so airy-fairy. When I see them I think: Please woman! SPEAK A BIT FASTER! The second is more like Richard Till who is the face for the “Shop Smarter NZ” campaign for Countdown. He talks like this: Hi, Ruchurd Tull in the kutchen taday cooking chucken. It’s awesome, I love it. I also love the sound of a not-so-exagerrated kiwi accent when you touch down after a bit of time being surrounded by other accents. It feels like home when the customs officers asks you whether you have brought back with you any plant material that may harbour pests which may be a danger to NZ’s biodiversity, in a kiwi accent.