Monday 22 August 2011

"Vroom, vroom!" "Slow down!"

Well, well, well. Where to start?

Actually, not much has happened really. I've been working on my summer jobs as usual (although now I'm done with one of them), but now I've found out I have no idea when I'll be paid for either of them, so that's left me a bit pissed off.

Well, it's not all bad news though. I just received an email telling me that I have been accepted to continue my course on the Honors Program. Basically, after I finish my first two years, I can either continue on the General Program and finish my studies at the third year, or else if I have a high enough average I can continue on the Honors Program and finish studies on my fourth year. I managed to get a good average, and since the Honors seems like a big deal, I decided to try it out. God only knows if I've made the right choice.

Also, I may be getting my driving license earlier than I expected. So far I've had a lesson a week for three weeks (which makes my driving total three hours), but my driving instructor is quite happy with my progress and he might make me take the exam in about five to six weeks. Whenever I remember our conversation, I keep drifting between periods of happiness and excitement  to terror and uneasiness. I am just terrified that it might been too soon, but I really really want to get my license so that I'll be a bit more free and I may less of a burden to my parents.

Plus I love driving. I love being behind the wheel and going where I want, see the world go by. It's true that when you are driver you then to do less of the seeing  part and more on the 'focus or we all die' piece. But it still feels awesome.

There are plenty of things I still need to grasp though. I almost always start slowing down a bit too late when about to go round a corner and I never quite allow as much space between me and curb while turning. Hmm... looks like my problems lie mostly with corners.  Which is probably why I spent half an hour driving around houses on my last lesson. My teacher probably realized where my flaws are. I also might press too much on the gas occasionally...

I think next lesson we'll probably focus on parking. I don't know why, but I get the feeling that parking will be one of the hardest things. It's probably just my impression though. I wonder what other people think is hardest part about driving. What do you think?

Wednesday 3 August 2011

Memories, anyone?

Sometimes I  wish I could turn the conversations my sister and I have into a script and just keep it to be able to flip through them on a day when I am bored or feeling too apathetic to actually do anything. There is nothing special in these conversations, nothing special to other people. The two of us would probably be the only ones who would be able to chuckle at those words, as we re-live the moments in our minds. 

One such unimportant scene happened last Sunday, as my sister was sitting in my room playing video games while I shifted between surfing the internet and reading the last book of The Hunger Games trilogy; Mockingjay (maybe more on that in another post). 

She was playing Final Fantasy XII and as we were chatting about the game, I told here that I had finished it at around level 60, which is unusual for me cause I usually try to train as much as possible before reaching the final boss. However I felt like a challenge, so during the latter section of the game I barely trained. The end result was somewhat unsatisfying. The final boss battle took a bit longer than usual, but it ended up being repetitive without any of the usual fears like, "Crap, my party is going to die at this rate", or "I'm gonna be fresh out of MP soon". In the end, it was just long.

As I was telling my sister this, she told me that she believed boss battles in general weren't really hard anymore, just long. As memories of earlier on this year surfaced in my mind, I started laughing softly and told her, "Oh, I beg to differ."

With her eyebrows raised, she spared a few seconds and looked away from the television screen and to my face. "What do you mean?"

"Remember the last game you played?"

She focused her gaze back at the screen and adopted a pensive look as she tried to shift through the list of games she had played and put them in chronological order. All of a sudden, her eyebrows shot back up and I could hear her as she sucked the air around her. 

"Oh! Oh, oh, oh!! I differ! I differ!!" 

And at that moment we both started laughing at the memory of her swearing at the TV screen, cursing at the protagonist of Kingdom Hearts II whenever he failed to land a blow on his final opponent. 

These memories. The ones that make me smile even though there isn't really anything to smile at. It's just my sister and I, just another Sunday afternoon. A moment in time we have shared together.

Other moments would definitely be included in this fictitious script. Moments I have shared with my family, others with friends, even those alone, while walking on a street to somewhere and coming across something unique. 

My memory is very bad though. I cannot possibly remember everything that has ever happened to me. But just as I am writing this sentence, I realize that it's OK if I do not remember them all. Because it seems like I have enough of these moments to spare.

Monday 1 August 2011

Warning: This post will not make any sense to non Harry Potter fans. Sorry.

First of all, sorry for the lack of posts lately, though I hardly think my four follows have noticed my absence much haha.

Second, this is going to be a short post. I don't have much time at the moment but I figured it's better to write a short post than nothing at all.

Third, I just signed up for Pottermore. When I came back home from work, my sister was freaking out about signing in for Pottermore so I signed up as well. I wasn't that psyched up for it honestly, partly because I still have no idea what the site is all about yet. My enthusiasm also dwindled a bit when I realized I was one of the lucky million that made it into the site early. If one million are only a fraction, they must be expecting a hell of a lot more people for this.  

Also, you do not get to choose your username. You get a 5 options to choose from, and as a result I have forgotten my username already. I know it starts with Hazel, followed  by another word and then 3 numbers, but I'm at a loss as to what they are...

I just went to check with my sister and I think my username is something along the lines of HazelCharm183. Probably. So whatever the hell Pottermore turns out to be, feel free to add me as a friend/comrade/classmate, or whichever friend system this turns out to be. 

That's all I have time for. Hopefully I'll be back soon. Till then, this has been R.