Definition of a chore: A task that you must do but that you find unpleasant or boring.
That’s right, chores on a Sunday afternoon. I am certain that I have stressed the magnitude of this issue in the title. For those of you lucky bastards who don’t do chores, this post does not concern you.
Most of us have reached that age; some of us have been at it for quite a while. Mopping floors, washing dishes, taking out the rubbish, the list is endless.
Most of us have reached that age. Twelve? Thirteen? Fourteen? My parents are usually diligent, kept the house clean for all these years. However, laziness has ultimately taken its tole, especially my dad. Every night after dinner, I hear those dreaded words emanate from dad’s lips:
“Richard, it’s your turn to wash the dishes tonight!”
I open my mouth to argue. “But I just did them last nig…”
He’s already vanished, intent on watching “Border security” on channel 7.
I stare at the kitchen table, complete with the millions of grains of rice that my brother dropped. I find it strange, during dinner, the food smells delectable. However afterwards, the odour is almost unbearable.
It’s Sunday afternoon, now the dreaded words form from my mum’s mouth:
“Richard, mop the floors!”
In an attempt to appear occupied, I dig into my year 12 Cambridge. An effective tactic, works most of the time (especially with Asian parents.) Mum walks around the corner, taking a quick glance and shouts:
”Kelvin, mop the floors!” (That’s my brother)
If there’s one thing you should know about my brother, he is just as lazy as my dad. Walking into the room, he drags the mop along the ground (still dry) and seats himself on the living room sofa. Then with one hand, he mops within a 1 metre radius. I stare at him with my mouth agape as he hurries off handing the mop back to my mum. I gaze at the piles of dust accumulating on the ground, looks like I’m still at risk of wiping the floors.
Of course my parents aren’t that horrible.
Chores are not so bad; think you’re getting the worst of it now? Wait till you move and start a family. Then again, it’ll be over soon. Wait till your eldest son or daughter grows up!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Do you suffer from bad luck?
Today was probably not the best day. To say that my day was "not the best" is probably an understatement. Bad Luck would probably best suit the situation.
Remember those superstitions? The ones that would beget great misfortune? Over the past few days I must have seen a black cat, broken a mirror or maybe it was the time I walked under a workers ladder near Ashfield station.
The morning began in a wearisome manner as my pleasant dream was hastily interrupted. I think I was dreaming about(----------) ,no seriously!
8.02am. Shit. Not a good sign. Fortunately, I made it to the station in time. The 8.19am express to central was just pulling into the station and I fumbled through my pocket for my train ticket. Shit. I must’ve left it in my shirt pocket yesterday afternoon. In a desperate attempt, I approached the wide gates. Putting on an innocent face (not really), I asked the train officer:
“I forgot my train pass today, can you let me through?”
“No, go buy ticket.”
“Can’t you just let me thr…”
“Go buy ticket!”
He even raised his index finger and pointed it at the ticket machine. Do I look blind to you? Damn you, you Asian man! I would have stayed to argue, but such arguments as these, the Asian always wins.
There had been a massive queue at the ticket machine. I stood there in despair as my train slowly departed. Fortunately, the people in front of me were Monday Morning regulars, swiftly purchasing their weekly ticket and entering the station. “Student, Central, Day return” I punched the buttons and the price came up: “$3.40” Is that right? I always thought it was $2.80, isn’t it? Still I had a train to catch, let’s worry about that later.
The train was hot and stuffy, and god damn, the blistering weather was almost unbearable.
Thinking I was late, I sprinted to the bus stop, just making the last bus to school. It was a good sign. Looking out the window, Bailey was glaring at me, knowing that I had run past him and made the bus. It was an alleviating feeling.
I would love to discuss the events that followed at school, but I shall skip it for today. After school, we had all been in a rush to catch our routine Penrith train (I think?). “Stand clear, Doors closing” Oh I hate that noise, especially when I’m on the outside of the train. To my relief, I had somehow made it onto the train, as did Sean, Kai, Arun and plenty others. However, John Du did not make it onto the train. It was a matter we all wholeheartedly laughed about.
Monday? Monday meant English tutor, but first we made a pit stop at Hungry Jacks. I warn you, if you’re looking for fast food, consider eating elsewhere. Hungry Jacks at Burwood has terrible service. After ordering a cheap “$4.95 cheeseburger stunner deal”, I received my meal a mere twenty minutes later (yeahhhhh, ONLY twenty minutes). I was going to be, once again, late for tutor. Luckily the teacher was late. However, I was soon to learn that she had fainted (at least that’s what my dad told me). Get better soon Susie! Fortunately, we had a replacement. I don’t know if this was good or bad news, but an hour into the lesson, I had convinced myself that bad luck had struck again. Kai and I were almost to the point of falling asleep as she was easily sidetracked, recounting her experiences as a teacher (I hope she doesn’t read this). Nevertheless, she provided us with a booklet of language devices and I felt that the hard-worked for $66 had gone down the drain.
After I had returned home, I was greeted by a sweet aroma emanating from the kitchen. My mum had made chicken wings! (yumyumyumyum, nomnomnomnom) Quoting from “Zombieland”: “Rule 33: Enjoy the little things in life” This had surely brightened up my day.
Bad luck, Good luck, it’s nothing but a feeling. To tell you the truth, your luck is the same as anyone else’s. So stop believing that everything that happens to you is down to luck and that anything bad is due to bad luck. Focus on the positive things and “Enjoy the little things in life!”
Shit. I just dropped my mouse on the ground and it looks like it’s beyond repair.
Remember those superstitions? The ones that would beget great misfortune? Over the past few days I must have seen a black cat, broken a mirror or maybe it was the time I walked under a workers ladder near Ashfield station.
The morning began in a wearisome manner as my pleasant dream was hastily interrupted. I think I was dreaming about(----------) ,no seriously!
8.02am. Shit. Not a good sign. Fortunately, I made it to the station in time. The 8.19am express to central was just pulling into the station and I fumbled through my pocket for my train ticket. Shit. I must’ve left it in my shirt pocket yesterday afternoon. In a desperate attempt, I approached the wide gates. Putting on an innocent face (not really), I asked the train officer:
“I forgot my train pass today, can you let me through?”
“No, go buy ticket.”
“Can’t you just let me thr…”
“Go buy ticket!”
He even raised his index finger and pointed it at the ticket machine. Do I look blind to you? Damn you, you Asian man! I would have stayed to argue, but such arguments as these, the Asian always wins.
There had been a massive queue at the ticket machine. I stood there in despair as my train slowly departed. Fortunately, the people in front of me were Monday Morning regulars, swiftly purchasing their weekly ticket and entering the station. “Student, Central, Day return” I punched the buttons and the price came up: “$3.40” Is that right? I always thought it was $2.80, isn’t it? Still I had a train to catch, let’s worry about that later.
The train was hot and stuffy, and god damn, the blistering weather was almost unbearable.
Thinking I was late, I sprinted to the bus stop, just making the last bus to school. It was a good sign. Looking out the window, Bailey was glaring at me, knowing that I had run past him and made the bus. It was an alleviating feeling.
I would love to discuss the events that followed at school, but I shall skip it for today. After school, we had all been in a rush to catch our routine Penrith train (I think?). “Stand clear, Doors closing” Oh I hate that noise, especially when I’m on the outside of the train. To my relief, I had somehow made it onto the train, as did Sean, Kai, Arun and plenty others. However, John Du did not make it onto the train. It was a matter we all wholeheartedly laughed about.
Monday? Monday meant English tutor, but first we made a pit stop at Hungry Jacks. I warn you, if you’re looking for fast food, consider eating elsewhere. Hungry Jacks at Burwood has terrible service. After ordering a cheap “$4.95 cheeseburger stunner deal”, I received my meal a mere twenty minutes later (yeahhhhh, ONLY twenty minutes). I was going to be, once again, late for tutor. Luckily the teacher was late. However, I was soon to learn that she had fainted (at least that’s what my dad told me). Get better soon Susie! Fortunately, we had a replacement. I don’t know if this was good or bad news, but an hour into the lesson, I had convinced myself that bad luck had struck again. Kai and I were almost to the point of falling asleep as she was easily sidetracked, recounting her experiences as a teacher (I hope she doesn’t read this). Nevertheless, she provided us with a booklet of language devices and I felt that the hard-worked for $66 had gone down the drain.
After I had returned home, I was greeted by a sweet aroma emanating from the kitchen. My mum had made chicken wings! (yumyumyumyum, nomnomnomnom) Quoting from “Zombieland”: “Rule 33: Enjoy the little things in life” This had surely brightened up my day.
Bad luck, Good luck, it’s nothing but a feeling. To tell you the truth, your luck is the same as anyone else’s. So stop believing that everything that happens to you is down to luck and that anything bad is due to bad luck. Focus on the positive things and “Enjoy the little things in life!”
Shit. I just dropped my mouse on the ground and it looks like it’s beyond repair.
Friday, December 4, 2009
the end of the world?
It's been a long stressful week (By long i mean tiring. It hasn't been long actually, I've only had to spend a mere four hours at school). Exams are finally over!
Back to the main purpose of today's blog. The title is not as depressing as it sounds. Having a day off just after exams, I launched myself into a few recently released movies. I had the pleasure of watching the film “Zombieland”, 5 rows from the front at Burwood Greater Union cinemas. The title is as it says, a zombie populated Earth, with our typical heroes dispatching of them in the most inhumanely ways possible (not to give too much away). With zombies roaming the cities and eating up bodies on the highway, this truly is the end of humanity. (MA15+ !!!)
The other movie I put myself to watch today was “2012”. Luckily I saved myself the fifteen dollars, watching it on my home computer on the tiny 18inch screen. For those who haven’t seen it, I shall sum it up for you:
“ The world ends. The planet is spectacularly destroyed as great cities slide into the sea, skyscrapers crumble into dark chasms and a super volcano spews ash and rock into the air. Oh, and there's a series of simultaneous mega-tsunamis that wash everything else away. The end.” Andrew Frost, Sydney morning herald.
We are most definitely obsessed with the end of the world. It will happen of course, but I can reassure you that it will not be 2012. Who knows, the government might actually be building those gigantic arks. With the technology these days, such a film is not as hard to make, with the special effects enhancing our view of the apocalypse. However, despite the catastrophes, we persevere in the hope that we will somehow survive.
Back to the main purpose of today's blog. The title is not as depressing as it sounds. Having a day off just after exams, I launched myself into a few recently released movies. I had the pleasure of watching the film “Zombieland”, 5 rows from the front at Burwood Greater Union cinemas. The title is as it says, a zombie populated Earth, with our typical heroes dispatching of them in the most inhumanely ways possible (not to give too much away). With zombies roaming the cities and eating up bodies on the highway, this truly is the end of humanity. (MA15+ !!!)
The other movie I put myself to watch today was “2012”. Luckily I saved myself the fifteen dollars, watching it on my home computer on the tiny 18inch screen. For those who haven’t seen it, I shall sum it up for you:
“ The world ends. The planet is spectacularly destroyed as great cities slide into the sea, skyscrapers crumble into dark chasms and a super volcano spews ash and rock into the air. Oh, and there's a series of simultaneous mega-tsunamis that wash everything else away. The end.” Andrew Frost, Sydney morning herald.
We are most definitely obsessed with the end of the world. It will happen of course, but I can reassure you that it will not be 2012. Who knows, the government might actually be building those gigantic arks. With the technology these days, such a film is not as hard to make, with the special effects enhancing our view of the apocalypse. However, despite the catastrophes, we persevere in the hope that we will somehow survive.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Another attempt at a blog.
The complexities of life have yet led me to construct another blog. This blog with any luck will endure the tedious stories of which I will post.
It’s exam period. Three testing exams I have yet to face: Maths, English, and Maths. What could possibly be worse? Its day one of my five day weekend and I have yet to make few constructive tasks out of my day.
NTS: spend 12 hours a day studying as Phillip suggested!
It’s exam period. Three testing exams I have yet to face: Maths, English, and Maths. What could possibly be worse? Its day one of my five day weekend and I have yet to make few constructive tasks out of my day.
NTS: spend 12 hours a day studying as Phillip suggested!
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