Friday, June 11, 2010
And the last shall be first............................................
Dont know why that phrase is in my mind? Gah im soo sleepy stay awake must stay awake
must sleep and wake up early to catch a bus to go to Uni -_- yes its saturday tomorrow but i need some sources for stupid american history and its stupid exam which i just realised is 30% as opposed to my other 40% ones so Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy but then again arghhh i need better marks in American History..
Sigh uni.......weirdest dream last night-everyone from CTHS came to the USYD quad...for lunch? huh...and ppl from cherrybrook public school?! eeek way way way back in the day
actually Uni beats high school in so many ways-you get to be around people you want to be around-theyre mature they actually care about improtant things-so far havent experienced bitchyness gossiping trivial crap that most label as 'drama-rama'
I love the politics at Uni-especially cz im studyng it :P Seriously i think my subjects (Arab Islamic/Jewish studies) have reaffirmed by life goal....to become Richard Goldstone :D:D:D lol lol jokes (but still i wish!). Hmmm.....if i get into law maybe something to do with fixing this conflict through legal measures-after all Israel and Palestine dont often respond to political pressure but you cant ALWAYS escape from the law. hmmm id love to be a judge in one of those international tribunals....take George Bush to court for crimes against humanity, nature, basically everything..
Hmmm and ive met very interesting people whose opinions and viewpoints are shifting mine. it forces me to reconsider stereotypes on the side i usually support and the side i usually oppose. But some people need to chillax ( and not get into contact with Socialist Alternative...infamous for Fisher bashings)
But yes Politics=Usyd.....a day at Uni during the Union elections was enough proof of that...hmm.... uni im craving the fruit salad and yoghurt from Manning right now...gah its 12 i shold be sleeping..ah wells
I think Uni isnt as hard as the HSC. Or maybe im underestimating it. i think its harder to do welll in and the work is soooooo much more advanced but nothing can compare to the craziness and sheer terror that was Year 12. then again nothing can compare to how awesome that year was being a senior with all the carnivals etc.....ahhh nostalgia setting in
but nah now i feel like im doing what i was supposed to do...NOT MATH but subjects like Geopolitics....it helps me make sense of the world in which i live--i LOVEd writing my terrorism essay-i guess that topic and the hegemonic nature of some western states is a passion of mine to study...
Arab Islamic STudies is awesome with one essay on ISlamic Jurisprudence i cant believe how much the media miscontrues EVERYTHING-even things i wasnt aware of before its horrendous...and how can we call the selective men in charge of mainstream Channel 7 9 10 ABC the media on Tv? they represent such a tiny majority with so much bias. seriously the other day i was watching 7 news (dont ask Why) and at 6:08 the story jumped from something concerning our nation to a lost animal. WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF there are acts of terrorism by state and non state actors occuring almost every week in our world, the oil spill, the deaths, the disease, if you want happy-the stories of strength within Gaza, the list is endless but all they can ramble on about is NSW politics (for 2 minutes), the weather, sport, some random thing in some random little NSW town, somethig weird in the US and thats it. Gosh its no different from TOday Tonight (why is that show still on?)
errrrrrr off topic.....anyways i kinda miss high school (because i knew what i was doing and how to prepare for exams...here its all gues guess guess) i miss some of the people and teachers but i think it was time to pop the bubble-the world is too big
and on that note....i want my bed!!!!
ok im offLabels: school Uni politics
set me free :: 6:54 AM
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Separated from half of your family. A spoilt person thrown into the Eastern side of the world where no one (unless you are royalty) is treated with such high respect. You have become one of the 3 million pilgrims from the poorest corners of the world. Equal for the first time. Its hot, you are in clothes you dont usually wear, in a room with 5 people, 2 of whom are strangers. And yet there is a joy inside that you never knew existed. One word: Hajj
Its like this baloon inside me is being deflated-the one where i thought i was so important-you remember you're simply a servant of God, and only when you stop thinking so much about yourself and start struggling for the greater cause do you begin to feel happy. It was as if the trip brought colour into a black and white world and yet simultaneously allowed me to acknowledge that there was colour in this black and white world, it was simply my eyes that were colour blind-and not life.
how much i appreciate sydney now! a good toilet is the biggest luxury! as is a bed to sleep on-
the Pilgrimmage summed up briefly:
First couple of days:
settle into Mina in the city of Mecca-an apartment with our group of 100-a room with 5 people hardly any privacy with one bathroom. Thankfully i have my mother and aunt with me. We pray in a group -not much food at all but its all part of the experience to let go of worrying about your stomach and start thinking beyond yourself. Began reading the History of Islam-history brings meaning to my trip. We went sightseeing-to the mountain where Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) would climb every week to sit up and meditate and to escape the mediocrity of the world-its the biggest and steepest mountain ive seen-my God how did he do it every week?
Next couple of days:
Travelled to the HOuse of God for the first time....no words can describe it. It was as if i stepped into a different world-here is where humans feel they're real purpose as one stumbles upon the truth that faced them the whole time. Here is where in a crowd of millions i dont suffocate but rather unite-we are all equal man and woman elder and child before God. THe pictures dont justify it-its breathtaking. Did some shopping in the hotel right next to the Kaaba and prayed again. Miracles happened-my aunt who had knee surgery was, for the first time able to bend her knees whilst praying to God -the doctor said she could never ever but she did! and omg the birds were all circling the house of Kaaba just like the humans do-and none of them pooped ever it was amazing! they were all attracted to it. Also it began to rain from a single cloud!! the rest of the sky was blue and from one little white cloud it began to rain omg...
THe actual Hajj days:
woke up at 1am-bus didnt come untill 5 -_- finally travelled to Arafat mountain where the Prophet (pbuh) delivered his final sermon. Were sitting in wet tents and the Arabian sun is harsh on us even with tents. THe toilets are indescribable-but its meant to be a struggle. Meditated/prayed/asked for God's forgiveness the whole day untill sunset-oh my it was so spiritual and made me reevaluate my life and my past-i asked God to forgive me for everything. By sunset, according to the Prophet (pbuh) our sins were to be wiped away. I must say it was as if i put on a different/new skin. Life begins....
Travelled to Muzzdalifah to pick up stones and we prayed there-we see millions sleeping on the floor with no tent with the midnight sky as their roof-but our group decides to walk now to avoid the crowds. He says its a minimum of 2 hours walking. My aunt is scared-with her back and knees she really needs God's help. BUt we travelled for about 3 hours on foot and not only is she ok, she is faster than all of us! ohmygod my feet-i am so unfit so 3 hours walking/running...ouch!
we finally arrive at Mina-we throw the stones at the symbolic Satan..felt SOO GOOD! one of my stones when i hit it, split into 3 :P walked back to the hotel..but we lost mum! dad found her soon that was so scary never prayed so much before like i did to find my mum! she was ok. most of the group go to sleep to rest-but my dad..sigh...decides to make us finish the Hajj by travelling to the HOuse of God to perform the rituals. no time to rest...
O dear-this was epic! we walked around the House 7 times and by some miracle...i walked right up through the thousands to the house and touched it!!! a surreal moment to say the least God i wish i couldve frozen time and just stayed there! my feet are really killing by now but regardless we finish walking around the Kaaba 7 times and pray for EVERYONE we know-from people weve fought with, disagree with -everyone friends family etc. WE pray the 5am prayer-its spectacular! first time i feel united with so many people-all with the same united purpose-to ask God almighty for help. My feet are unbearable now..
the final feat-this was BY FAR THE HARDEST..harder than the HSC-we had to walk between two mountains 7 times...oh God each time felt like a year..i was in tears-my feet ankles legs arms head everything unbearable...my Dad ended up carrying me! but i kept telling myself the struggle is too hard, but the result will be too sweet-by some miracle (i dont know how) i finished limping though. It was sweet-better than sweet-it was such an intoxicating feeling having every bone in your body SCREAMING from pain, yet a smile on your face because your heart has never been at such ease and peace. THe experience has given me an inside peace, a patience, an experience unlike anything-far harder than the HSC and far more rewarding. This is why humans are created-we can spend our entire lives searching for another answer but we will never come up with it (most people end up syaing there is no truth/there is nothing etc-because they cant come to terms with whats the truth) because this is the truth and there is no other truth that humans were created to serve a purpose-to serve God.
it took Aristotle and Plato theyre entire lives to come up with half truths or acceptance that they dont know the entire answer...how long must we wander untill we accept that the truth was always facing us? its not THAT hard-you dont need to rack your brains just to make sense of the world-you simply need to put your trust in God's hands for its obvious, humans have very little power and ability no matter how big they think of themselves.
you can only achieve peace of mind when you have peace at heart and i believe ive found that and am extremely grateful.
oh and another miracle happened...i woke up in Madina...Dad told me to check my text messages something about a scholarship - i was like whaa? but .i got a letter syaing i was shortlisted for a Sydney University scholarship with the faculty of Arts....
God is great :):):)
Labels: Hajj life truth
set me free :: 7:20 PM
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
How many acts will we play? How many scenes and chapters until we figure out who we really are and our true destiny? When will the fragments piece together to form a less subjective truth? When will the pieces piece together? How many skins must one put on until they find their own selves?Labels: question lost
set me free :: 5:34 PM
Saturday, November 14, 2009
The hair cut I want to get ^
point to the afghan-can you tell which one is which XP
My room clean-OMG i can see the carpet and tiles for the first time!
the notes i didnt throw out-ahh they look so neat like this!! plastic boxes ftw!
uh this was attempting to clean haha
yumm this chocolate store in the city i fell in love with
me and metal man forever ;)
I dont even know how long its been since my last exam, but i think ive lost track of time. i never had one minute to myself, or to my thoughts even when i was dreaming, even when i was walking around-my mind was cluttered by how many things i had to do and how much time i had left. i was competing against time. Now time is moving at my pace and i like it very much :)
i went out for a 20 min run yesterday, it was the best 'me' time in a long while.went on the swings to XD haha I LOVE SWINGS i dont care if im 40 years old im getting a set in my house
went out to DFO on friday-some shops had absolutely NOTHING but went to giordano (i think thats what its called) and i bought tops singlets, pants 3/4's trackies jacket everything hah!
i signed out as well-thanks to Mr Henry that was easy to get signed out for all 3 english classes, and math was simple-and adamou did all my humanities cept fletcher wasnt there SO i have to go back to get my resume. damn it oh wells its as if i cant leave that place and i dont want to.
I CANT STOP HAVING DREAMS ABOUT THE HSC-last night they told me i hadnt done the real thing yet and i had to go and study for legal and english again :( so about 5 hsc dreams so far wait no 6, and in all of them, i have to redo the exam and arent ready yet-its as if ive waken up from a 2 year nightmare-the world doesnt feel the same
i guess its here in the unknown, where my path is unclear that i truly feel free, unbound
With no support it is here that I am truly free, with no ties pulling me from all corners-from land. I have no sense of direction. But im free
I still have to finish that 1000 piece puzzle -its just in pieces everywhere sigh and going to go finish mockingbird-i wish i knew an Atticus Finch, because of him ,there is hope for aspiring lawyers
set me free :: 5:24 PM
Sunday, November 8, 2009
'The beginning is the most important part of the work'-Plato
Ah, freedom; it truly is the sweetest, savoured best after the greatest hardship. \
I finally got a blog-another thing on my 'to-do' list for after the HSC. im so happy now but, as someone once said: 'In order to understand ourselves, we must first delve deep into reconciling our past.'
Year 12 has finally come to an end. the moment i walked outside of the gates after my final exam (legal Studies) the world changed. It was as if the world was painted in new colours, as if a thick curtain that surrounded me had been dropped and i could see clearer. All that tension, anxiety and sheer terror was released. so this is freedom.
hmm..HSC was interesting.
English advanced was, in my opinon, more trickier than last year (especially with BOS screwing everyone over with THAT question)-modules was weird especially the skin of a lion q, but i think i managed.
haha mathematics! 2008 was so easy this felt more 3unit/harder2unit exam, nevertheless, im extremely thrilled i continued with 3unit math. Of course the extension paper is always tricky, but considering how i cant usually do any questions i was quite happy with this years paper because i could do 1-5 (cant do 6 or 7 anyways).
the exam i was dreading THE MOST was Extension English. Especially because i actually tried properly this time and sent Mr Henry essay after essay, did another creative and did past responses. I was about to cry of joy when i saw how both qs fit perfectly with what i knew and i could answer it. :) yay for english!
Modern History was great (i hope i dont jinx myself)-germany and indochina qs were perfect OMG I PREDICTED THE ANTI-WAR Q THE NIGHT BEFORE THE EXAM! HAHAHHA I EVEN SENT AN EMAIL TO KEATING-i literally started cracking up in the exam hall lmao..personality was ok as was ww1.
Legal was so boring-could the exam have taken any longer? seriously! mc were good, short asnwer were ok-couldve been wayyy better. world order q was great! was tempted to do the state sov one but it woulda been risky-so i stuck to the simple one. hah family was sooo weird-i mean WHAT was with the marriage q-thank god i did the court one, weird but good because it allowed you to argue a point as opposed to wo were you had to make your own points.
ahh my room is still in a mess, i threw out 4 garbage bins of work and thats only half of it-have so many books to sell! and still need to sign out...
life without school is so carefree, i feel unbound, no strings-free to drift in any direction, with or against the current, the anxiety-the belt around ones neck is loose now,
we have become the wind....
the air...
free.
Wow ive been out more the past 5 days than i have all year. went to the city twice, shopping (oh my hsc book list is so big now hmm i think il start with mao's last dancer), sushi restaurant (YUM!), movies, tv, reading, relaxing, sleeping fb-ing...living :)
Quote of the year:
“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.”Lance Armstrong
Labels: end of hsc, life
set me free :: 4:34 PM
Friday, June 11, 2010
And the last shall be first............................................
Dont know why that phrase is in my mind? Gah im soo sleepy stay awake must stay awake
must sleep and wake up early to catch a bus to go to Uni -_- yes its saturday tomorrow but i need some sources for stupid american history and its stupid exam which i just realised is 30% as opposed to my other 40% ones so Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy but then again arghhh i need better marks in American History..
Sigh uni.......weirdest dream last night-everyone from CTHS came to the USYD quad...for lunch? huh...and ppl from cherrybrook public school?! eeek way way way back in the day
actually Uni beats high school in so many ways-you get to be around people you want to be around-theyre mature they actually care about improtant things-so far havent experienced bitchyness gossiping trivial crap that most label as 'drama-rama'
I love the politics at Uni-especially cz im studyng it :P Seriously i think my subjects (Arab Islamic/Jewish studies) have reaffirmed by life goal....to become Richard Goldstone :D:D:D lol lol jokes (but still i wish!). Hmmm.....if i get into law maybe something to do with fixing this conflict through legal measures-after all Israel and Palestine dont often respond to political pressure but you cant ALWAYS escape from the law. hmmm id love to be a judge in one of those international tribunals....take George Bush to court for crimes against humanity, nature, basically everything..
Hmmm and ive met very interesting people whose opinions and viewpoints are shifting mine. it forces me to reconsider stereotypes on the side i usually support and the side i usually oppose. But some people need to chillax ( and not get into contact with Socialist Alternative...infamous for Fisher bashings)
But yes Politics=Usyd.....a day at Uni during the Union elections was enough proof of that...hmm.... uni im craving the fruit salad and yoghurt from Manning right now...gah its 12 i shold be sleeping..ah wells
I think Uni isnt as hard as the HSC. Or maybe im underestimating it. i think its harder to do welll in and the work is soooooo much more advanced but nothing can compare to the craziness and sheer terror that was Year 12. then again nothing can compare to how awesome that year was being a senior with all the carnivals etc.....ahhh nostalgia setting in
but nah now i feel like im doing what i was supposed to do...NOT MATH but subjects like Geopolitics....it helps me make sense of the world in which i live--i LOVEd writing my terrorism essay-i guess that topic and the hegemonic nature of some western states is a passion of mine to study...
Arab Islamic STudies is awesome with one essay on ISlamic Jurisprudence i cant believe how much the media miscontrues EVERYTHING-even things i wasnt aware of before its horrendous...and how can we call the selective men in charge of mainstream Channel 7 9 10 ABC the media on Tv? they represent such a tiny majority with so much bias. seriously the other day i was watching 7 news (dont ask Why) and at 6:08 the story jumped from something concerning our nation to a lost animal. WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF there are acts of terrorism by state and non state actors occuring almost every week in our world, the oil spill, the deaths, the disease, if you want happy-the stories of strength within Gaza, the list is endless but all they can ramble on about is NSW politics (for 2 minutes), the weather, sport, some random thing in some random little NSW town, somethig weird in the US and thats it. Gosh its no different from TOday Tonight (why is that show still on?)
errrrrrr off topic.....anyways i kinda miss high school (because i knew what i was doing and how to prepare for exams...here its all gues guess guess) i miss some of the people and teachers but i think it was time to pop the bubble-the world is too big
and on that note....i want my bed!!!!
ok im offLabels: school Uni politics
set me free :: 6:54 AM
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Separated from half of your family. A spoilt person thrown into the Eastern side of the world where no one (unless you are royalty) is treated with such high respect. You have become one of the 3 million pilgrims from the poorest corners of the world. Equal for the first time. Its hot, you are in clothes you dont usually wear, in a room with 5 people, 2 of whom are strangers. And yet there is a joy inside that you never knew existed. One word: Hajj
Its like this baloon inside me is being deflated-the one where i thought i was so important-you remember you're simply a servant of God, and only when you stop thinking so much about yourself and start struggling for the greater cause do you begin to feel happy. It was as if the trip brought colour into a black and white world and yet simultaneously allowed me to acknowledge that there was colour in this black and white world, it was simply my eyes that were colour blind-and not life.
how much i appreciate sydney now! a good toilet is the biggest luxury! as is a bed to sleep on-
the Pilgrimmage summed up briefly:
First couple of days:
settle into Mina in the city of Mecca-an apartment with our group of 100-a room with 5 people hardly any privacy with one bathroom. Thankfully i have my mother and aunt with me. We pray in a group -not much food at all but its all part of the experience to let go of worrying about your stomach and start thinking beyond yourself. Began reading the History of Islam-history brings meaning to my trip. We went sightseeing-to the mountain where Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) would climb every week to sit up and meditate and to escape the mediocrity of the world-its the biggest and steepest mountain ive seen-my God how did he do it every week?
Next couple of days:
Travelled to the HOuse of God for the first time....no words can describe it. It was as if i stepped into a different world-here is where humans feel they're real purpose as one stumbles upon the truth that faced them the whole time. Here is where in a crowd of millions i dont suffocate but rather unite-we are all equal man and woman elder and child before God. THe pictures dont justify it-its breathtaking. Did some shopping in the hotel right next to the Kaaba and prayed again. Miracles happened-my aunt who had knee surgery was, for the first time able to bend her knees whilst praying to God -the doctor said she could never ever but she did! and omg the birds were all circling the house of Kaaba just like the humans do-and none of them pooped ever it was amazing! they were all attracted to it. Also it began to rain from a single cloud!! the rest of the sky was blue and from one little white cloud it began to rain omg...
THe actual Hajj days:
woke up at 1am-bus didnt come untill 5 -_- finally travelled to Arafat mountain where the Prophet (pbuh) delivered his final sermon. Were sitting in wet tents and the Arabian sun is harsh on us even with tents. THe toilets are indescribable-but its meant to be a struggle. Meditated/prayed/asked for God's forgiveness the whole day untill sunset-oh my it was so spiritual and made me reevaluate my life and my past-i asked God to forgive me for everything. By sunset, according to the Prophet (pbuh) our sins were to be wiped away. I must say it was as if i put on a different/new skin. Life begins....
Travelled to Muzzdalifah to pick up stones and we prayed there-we see millions sleeping on the floor with no tent with the midnight sky as their roof-but our group decides to walk now to avoid the crowds. He says its a minimum of 2 hours walking. My aunt is scared-with her back and knees she really needs God's help. BUt we travelled for about 3 hours on foot and not only is she ok, she is faster than all of us! ohmygod my feet-i am so unfit so 3 hours walking/running...ouch!
we finally arrive at Mina-we throw the stones at the symbolic Satan..felt SOO GOOD! one of my stones when i hit it, split into 3 :P walked back to the hotel..but we lost mum! dad found her soon that was so scary never prayed so much before like i did to find my mum! she was ok. most of the group go to sleep to rest-but my dad..sigh...decides to make us finish the Hajj by travelling to the HOuse of God to perform the rituals. no time to rest...
O dear-this was epic! we walked around the House 7 times and by some miracle...i walked right up through the thousands to the house and touched it!!! a surreal moment to say the least God i wish i couldve frozen time and just stayed there! my feet are really killing by now but regardless we finish walking around the Kaaba 7 times and pray for EVERYONE we know-from people weve fought with, disagree with -everyone friends family etc. WE pray the 5am prayer-its spectacular! first time i feel united with so many people-all with the same united purpose-to ask God almighty for help. My feet are unbearable now..
the final feat-this was BY FAR THE HARDEST..harder than the HSC-we had to walk between two mountains 7 times...oh God each time felt like a year..i was in tears-my feet ankles legs arms head everything unbearable...my Dad ended up carrying me! but i kept telling myself the struggle is too hard, but the result will be too sweet-by some miracle (i dont know how) i finished limping though. It was sweet-better than sweet-it was such an intoxicating feeling having every bone in your body SCREAMING from pain, yet a smile on your face because your heart has never been at such ease and peace. THe experience has given me an inside peace, a patience, an experience unlike anything-far harder than the HSC and far more rewarding. This is why humans are created-we can spend our entire lives searching for another answer but we will never come up with it (most people end up syaing there is no truth/there is nothing etc-because they cant come to terms with whats the truth) because this is the truth and there is no other truth that humans were created to serve a purpose-to serve God.
it took Aristotle and Plato theyre entire lives to come up with half truths or acceptance that they dont know the entire answer...how long must we wander untill we accept that the truth was always facing us? its not THAT hard-you dont need to rack your brains just to make sense of the world-you simply need to put your trust in God's hands for its obvious, humans have very little power and ability no matter how big they think of themselves.
you can only achieve peace of mind when you have peace at heart and i believe ive found that and am extremely grateful.
oh and another miracle happened...i woke up in Madina...Dad told me to check my text messages something about a scholarship - i was like whaa? but .i got a letter syaing i was shortlisted for a Sydney University scholarship with the faculty of Arts....
God is great :):):)
Labels: Hajj life truth
set me free :: 7:20 PM
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
How many acts will we play? How many scenes and chapters until we figure out who we really are and our true destiny? When will the fragments piece together to form a less subjective truth? When will the pieces piece together? How many skins must one put on until they find their own selves?Labels: question lost
set me free :: 5:34 PM
Saturday, November 14, 2009
The hair cut I want to get ^
point to the afghan-can you tell which one is which XP
My room clean-OMG i can see the carpet and tiles for the first time!
the notes i didnt throw out-ahh they look so neat like this!! plastic boxes ftw!
uh this was attempting to clean haha
yumm this chocolate store in the city i fell in love with
me and metal man forever ;)
I dont even know how long its been since my last exam, but i think ive lost track of time. i never had one minute to myself, or to my thoughts even when i was dreaming, even when i was walking around-my mind was cluttered by how many things i had to do and how much time i had left. i was competing against time. Now time is moving at my pace and i like it very much :)
i went out for a 20 min run yesterday, it was the best 'me' time in a long while.went on the swings to XD haha I LOVE SWINGS i dont care if im 40 years old im getting a set in my house
went out to DFO on friday-some shops had absolutely NOTHING but went to giordano (i think thats what its called) and i bought tops singlets, pants 3/4's trackies jacket everything hah!
i signed out as well-thanks to Mr Henry that was easy to get signed out for all 3 english classes, and math was simple-and adamou did all my humanities cept fletcher wasnt there SO i have to go back to get my resume. damn it oh wells its as if i cant leave that place and i dont want to.
I CANT STOP HAVING DREAMS ABOUT THE HSC-last night they told me i hadnt done the real thing yet and i had to go and study for legal and english again :( so about 5 hsc dreams so far wait no 6, and in all of them, i have to redo the exam and arent ready yet-its as if ive waken up from a 2 year nightmare-the world doesnt feel the same
i guess its here in the unknown, where my path is unclear that i truly feel free, unbound
With no support it is here that I am truly free, with no ties pulling me from all corners-from land. I have no sense of direction. But im free
I still have to finish that 1000 piece puzzle -its just in pieces everywhere sigh and going to go finish mockingbird-i wish i knew an Atticus Finch, because of him ,there is hope for aspiring lawyers
set me free :: 5:24 PM
Sunday, November 8, 2009
'The beginning is the most important part of the work'-Plato
Ah, freedom; it truly is the sweetest, savoured best after the greatest hardship. \
I finally got a blog-another thing on my 'to-do' list for after the HSC. im so happy now but, as someone once said: 'In order to understand ourselves, we must first delve deep into reconciling our past.'
Year 12 has finally come to an end. the moment i walked outside of the gates after my final exam (legal Studies) the world changed. It was as if the world was painted in new colours, as if a thick curtain that surrounded me had been dropped and i could see clearer. All that tension, anxiety and sheer terror was released. so this is freedom.
hmm..HSC was interesting.
English advanced was, in my opinon, more trickier than last year (especially with BOS screwing everyone over with THAT question)-modules was weird especially the skin of a lion q, but i think i managed.
haha mathematics! 2008 was so easy this felt more 3unit/harder2unit exam, nevertheless, im extremely thrilled i continued with 3unit math. Of course the extension paper is always tricky, but considering how i cant usually do any questions i was quite happy with this years paper because i could do 1-5 (cant do 6 or 7 anyways).
the exam i was dreading THE MOST was Extension English. Especially because i actually tried properly this time and sent Mr Henry essay after essay, did another creative and did past responses. I was about to cry of joy when i saw how both qs fit perfectly with what i knew and i could answer it. :) yay for english!
Modern History was great (i hope i dont jinx myself)-germany and indochina qs were perfect OMG I PREDICTED THE ANTI-WAR Q THE NIGHT BEFORE THE EXAM! HAHAHHA I EVEN SENT AN EMAIL TO KEATING-i literally started cracking up in the exam hall lmao..personality was ok as was ww1.
Legal was so boring-could the exam have taken any longer? seriously! mc were good, short asnwer were ok-couldve been wayyy better. world order q was great! was tempted to do the state sov one but it woulda been risky-so i stuck to the simple one. hah family was sooo weird-i mean WHAT was with the marriage q-thank god i did the court one, weird but good because it allowed you to argue a point as opposed to wo were you had to make your own points.
ahh my room is still in a mess, i threw out 4 garbage bins of work and thats only half of it-have so many books to sell! and still need to sign out...
life without school is so carefree, i feel unbound, no strings-free to drift in any direction, with or against the current, the anxiety-the belt around ones neck is loose now,
we have become the wind....
the air...
free.
Wow ive been out more the past 5 days than i have all year. went to the city twice, shopping (oh my hsc book list is so big now hmm i think il start with mao's last dancer), sushi restaurant (YUM!), movies, tv, reading, relaxing, sleeping fb-ing...living :)
Quote of the year:
“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.”Lance Armstrong
Labels: end of hsc, life
set me free :: 4:34 PM
The hair cut I want to get ^
point to the afghan-can you tell which one is which XP
My room clean-OMG i can see the carpet and tiles for the first time!
the notes i didnt throw out-ahh they look so neat like this!! plastic boxes ftw!
yumm this chocolate store in the city i fell in love with
me and metal man forever ;)