Blog Post about nothing

Recently discovered that my dad's laptop has a built-in webcam. Haha, fail. So naturally, cam-whorage! 8D

In the morning, I immediately got up and brought me dad's laptop with me to the kitchen. Do not be surprised. 8D

Aaand me in the afternoon. Past papers = die.

Study leave life is almost equal to bum life, except with more books and papers and late nights. D;

I kinda miss school, somehow. As for now, I am bored.

Self-control

So there, we are now officially on study leave. The only thing I can say to you, S5 year, is that you've been really undeniably cruel - in every way possible. For that, I dislike you a bit. However, at the same time, you've taught me a lot of valuable lessons, so thank you for that. :)

Meanwhile, I'm already on exam mood. Been ticking a lot of things off my to-do list in merely 2 days. This has never happened before. Also, I managed to take less hours everyday on a computer.

For now, studies are first. After coming back from a two-day vacation in Macau, I have finally found the motivation. Determination - that was all I needed.

I have neither the time nor the desire to think about anything else - especially not the heart. Because time waits for no one. And in spite of you begging it to stop so you can catch up and straighten things up a bit, the world spins madly on.

Tomorrow, the first one comes. French Oral is supposed to be piece of cake as compared to the others. But still, that doesn't stop me from hyperventilating.

Deep breaths. Here we go.

Days go by

The badge that my sister made me make (exactly 1 week ago) to give to all of this year's S.5 students.

It was our last day of S.5 normal classes today. Photos were taken, some tears were shed. Mocks will start tomorrow (which I should be now preparing for, hahaha). It's really hard to believe. I don't know what to think. I dunno, but it's like a piece of me has been taken away. The problem is, I get too attached. When little things change, a part of me feels emptier.

I haven't listened to music for 3 whole days. As a music lover, this is quite alarming for me. The thing is, I'm now too scared to listen because the songs suddenly have new meanings. I'm too scared to get stupidly emotional while listening to them.

I would really rather not dwell on the things that don't make me happy. Sometimes though, the mind wanders. I'll have to try to keep my head preoccupied by other things instead. We have Mocks to busy ourselves with, anyway. And then, the CEs themselves. Then, while we're waiting for our results, we're gonna graduate, part ways, look for part-time jobs, look for new schools and get ready for the next school year. People will leave, new people will enter our lives. In 5 months, so many things will change. Even though I'm staying in the same school for the next school year, things will be different. It won't be the same anymore.

Too fast, too fast.

But it's life. Things will come, become a part of your life, and go. Things change for the better. I'm not ready to let go yet. But then again, I have never been ready for these kinds of things.

I really do hope that everyone will do well in their mocks, their CEs, and everything else the future holds. I hope everyone will be happy with the new things that will come along their way. Soon, I'll become attached to something new, and the past will be the past. I will be happy for the things and people that had once made me happy, although they will soon be only a memory.

One of those days

Nothing lacks. Only time. It's going too fast. I get too overwhelmed and get confused and clumsy and frustrated and hormonal. Sometimes, it might appear like I have no heart, but I know that's not true. I have too much of it.

Bleh. Today is one of those days. It's funny how writing it out can help in the slightest ways. I feel better already.

On est plus rien l'un pour l'autre

Things I'd rather do than study.

A friend introduced me to a really good French band this afternoon. I fell in love with Kyo's song, 'C'est ma faute'. It's so soft and simple.

Il est bien tard
Je comprends
La terre a déjà fait deux tours.
Mais tu sais ça fait longtemps
Que je patiente jusqu'à ce jour.
Plus on attend et plus
C'est dur d'avouer qu'on a tous les tords,
Mais je n'suis plus vraiment sûr
Que cela nous serve encore.

Si j'abuse de ton temps,
Je m'excuse j'veux t'dire seulement.

Refrain:
C'est ma faute (x2)
Si l'on est si loin l'un de l'autre.
C'est ma faute (x2)
Si l'on est plus rien l'un pour l'autre.

Je n'veux pas que tu pardonnes encore
Ni même que tu m'écoutes
Je veux que la nuit quand tu dors
Tu n'aies jamais plus aucun doute.
Je dois partir maintenant
Et laisser tourner la Terre
Et laisser la poussière
Du temps recouvrir notre histoire entière.

Mais j'abuse de ton temps
J'ai plus d'excuses je pars maintenant,
Je sais j'abuse de ton temps,
J'ai plus d'excuses j'veux t'dire seulement.

Refrain (x2)

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Also, I cannot stop listening to David Cook's 'Don't Say A Word' from his pre-AI album.

School again. The pressure is really building in. But the thing is, the more stressed I feel, the more I want to do nothing. Productivity, where are you? D;

I want to kick school for affecting my hormones.

A thousand words

I used to think I was generally pretty good at writing. That was probably ~3 years ago. Today, I realized I'm no good with words. I will forever marvel at the talented authors' ability to bring their readers into an entirely new world, and the way they're able to make their readers feel something about a story.

I love reading, there's no questioning that. But writing? That's a whole different story altogether. Every time I try to write, it takes forever to write a single paragraph (including this one) in hopes of trying to make everything come out right, because it barely does. I look for the right vocabulary, stitch the sentences together, and by the time I finish and re-read what I wrote, I start all over again because I don't like what I wrote. Every time I try not to think while writing, the words end up not flowing the right way, and is basically crap. It takes so much effort for a simple task: to explain. I sucked at explaining since the day I was born, period. The product on the paper hardly comes close to what's inside: it turns out completely different and unrelated. There are a million words in the human language, yet it's still not enough. Some people can write so little but say so much, but me? I can write for hours but in the end, I would just be wasting time trying. Sometimes, there are no words to describe feelings.

Maybe there's the reason why I like photographs so much. There's honesty in them. There's less room for lies and manipulation. It isn't very often when the message the photographer is trying to give you is misinterpreted. You look at a photograph, and then suddenly, you feel something. You can't explain it and you don't have to. You can say "this photo makes me happy" and it's enough. It's never complicated. A single photo has a thousand words, and you find them, so easily. Maybe that makes me a lazy butt, but I like it. Although of course, there are some things about words that pictures cannot replace, vice versa, etc.

Why am I saying this, you ask? Because I got frustrated trying to write in my journal/diary/whatnot. xD

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I dunno whether or not I should like the holidays. I mean, it's Chinese New Year and I'm not Chinese, so there's really nothing important to do. Either I work my butt off... or procrastinate. There's barely 1 week of holidays left before school starts again (oh and omgwtfbbq, it's the last holidays before study leave!!!!!), and I haven't done anything significant. Yeah, there's a lot of time to rest, but is that really a good thing? ;P

So this is why, today, I'm up early. Well, not really. My body woke up at ~4:30am (it's mental. I went to sleep at half past one) and it's 7 now. (shizz, I took an hour to create this entry.) There's absolutely no time to waste, and it's time to be crazy productive.

Also, I've been missing certain people, not all necessarily the ones I should be missing, because I'm stuck at home. The human emotions are really quite weird/annoying sometimes.

C'est la vie.

The world looks nice from up here

There are always two ways of seeing things. Always choose the sunny side.

Yeah, I should practice what I preach. :|

Love is (not) Arbitrary.

Valentine tribute?

My cardiac muscle anatomy might be messed up, but I'm too lazy to be Miss Biology-y today. ;P

Needless to say, Valentine's is a day of showing your love and care, so go out there and do what you love/kiss or hug someone you love if you haven't yet (the day is almost ending!). Life's too short to be focusing on what you do not have. Everyday is Valentine's Day, if you want it, regardless of what you really feel. If you're still miserable though, go splurge on some chocolates and trick your mind into thinking it's ecstatic. 8DDD

PS. Happy Chinese New Year!

PPS. Not to lower your spirits, but I heard from some talk show that The Year Of The Tiger is going to be one challenging year. Hahaha... good luck to all of us!

Let me declare my love for the beach.

I'm giving myself some free time today since I'll be spending the next 10 days or so, dying of HKCEE revisions.


Naturally, I spent some quality time with my one true love. Jk jk.
Meet my trusty little bike. Such small wheels.


No bike-riding is ever complete without dropping by this place. It's right next to the Gold Coast Hotel, which was the first hotel I've ever been to.


I went out later than usual with the intention of catching the sunset, but I realized that the sun didn't really come out today so the sky was just a dull bluish-grey. :(
Next time, I hope.


Uncomfortable face! I didn't wear enough clothes out. Was kinda freezing. By the time I came home, my hands were numb, my face pale and bearing a little resemblance of the famous red-nosed reindeer. 8D


I like how it's almost empty whenever I come here. So quiet.


And I love how I can come here anytime I can. Whenever I start feeling weird, I come here and just soak my feet in the cold water and feel the breeze on my face. Somehow, every time I come here, my mind is as clear as a bell. No more overthinking, no more bad moods. :)

PS. On a completely unrelated note, I'm very proud of my favourite band for setting a restaurant on fire in Korea. 15 firetrucks! HAHAHA! Go Paramore!

LOL FOREVER!

Note to self

...because they can't be trusted sometimes.

Between the Lines

Mina is her pseudo name. Miron means bystander in Tagalog. Hence the name - minamiron.

Mina is an introverted 16 year old with a shallow sense of humor, born in the Philippines but was raised up in Hong Kong. She is currently pushing her way through life as a science student who would rather draw, write and take photos than think logically. She thinks studying science is a pain in the arse and regrets taking it up. Meanwhile, she is persevering and plans to study psychology/photography/information design in the future.

Outside, she is usually seen as a small, skinny girl, riding her bike to one of her favorite places in the world - the beach, or strutting around with her white headphones glued to her head. She is a big fan of music, sleeping and milk chocolate. She used to play the piano and the bass but has finally found her love in drumming. She spends far too much time thinking than necessary - and is overcoming that fault. She greatly enjoys laughing, loving, eating and being silly.

She is partial to honesty. The things she really hates are lies, white lies, small lies etc etc. She believes in God but doubts love. She wants to know what it really is.

This blog is her sad/desperate attempt to keep in touch with her creative side (or an excuse to keep logging on to the internet) whilst being buried in a landslide of schoolwork.

She sucks at introductions. She will probably look back in the future and write something better/more interesting about herself. xD

Mina's friends call her weird (in a good buddy way). This is probably because she is an onion. There is a lot more underneath than what you usually see.