Once is enough, thank you.

I was waiting to cross the street today, a person who came after me did so as well. As soon as this person arrived he was continuously poking the button. I wouldn't have mind it so much if it didn't make a high pitch 'beep' sound every time. I don't understand why people do that. It's not like the light will turn red earlier if the button is pressed more. Maybe it's fun, but I fail to see the fun in listening to that annoying 'beep' constantly. Once is enough, there's no need to make sure the signal is sent...10 more times.

I did hear that it does cost the government around 10 cents every time those buttons are pressed. What good will it do if we abuse the system and spend the government's money? Taxpayers are getting the bill anyways. It's expensive enough living here. Those lovely Liberals and their taxes. I was wrong when I thought carbon tax would be the last of the taxes for a long while.

Keeping Memories

I love starting journals and talking about what else? Me.
It sounds conceited but it’s the easiest topic to talk about.

Starting a project is so easy, but sooner or later the motivation and drive fades away. I lost track of the amount of blogs I’ve created. I couldn’t consistently update to keep those sites alive.

I created this blog in 2008 and only recently have I started posting things in it. I sincerely hope that I can continue to keep a record of events and memories throughout the years. Looking back would be a whole lot of fun. It shows how much I’ve changed and how stupid I was. It also help jog my memory a bit.

Hopefully this will be the last blog I create. There's more than enough clutter to be dealt with.

On a side note: I still need to learn how to spell certain words properly. Blame technology.

IB or Non-IB

During the course of the school year, I personally did not enjoy my non-IB classes excluding Japanese. Business, French, and Gym did not make the highlights of my year.

Gym is actually alright, it is quite enjoyable at times. It strengthened my cardio but doesn’t leave the best feeling to have with a weak stomach and immune system.

Business is where it all started. My teacher is a heavily accented women who is a great bookkeeper. Let’s call her G. She is knowledgeable in accounting and business as she has had experience in that field. Sadly, G is a terrible teacher. It’s hard to understand her instruction since it’s usually composed of “read this and fill this form out” or “this is how you do it, and no I’m not going to show you again so don’t come to me if you don’t listen/understand”. It’s hard to learn by reading some textbook and filling out the credit report G made which completely contradicted from the textbook. At least teach the class how to do it the other way since the textbook isn’t providing any answers. When answering my questions G would ramble around the question, but never hit the mark in answering a simple questions, there is no need for rambling just get to the point! Anyways, most people just sit back and BS their way through business class and still get an A. I didn’t take anything away from business other than the bad experience.

French, I kind of regret not taking IB French and having a block off instead of Japanese. I find it much more difficult to learn. My teacher makes mistakes on day to day basis and tests the class on information we’ve only been exposed to once. Since our textbooks can’t be taken home, we can’t study the passage and grammar lessons inside it. No, it wastes paper when photocopied for the entire class. All we have is list of word to memorize. There is a lot of information to be studied on my own, on top of the completely different curriculum of IB French to catch up with my IB peers.

I personally think that IB teachers are trained to look deeper into their teachings and making sure that everyone is able to understand the material before moving on.

Motivation, more like lack of.

I have so many things to do; there is not one day were I can lie down and sleep knowing there is nothing to start or finish.

It’s been terribly hard to motivate myself to become concentrated on work. Exams are quickly approaching and I really need to boost up my marks to ensure a high percentage. Sadly procrastination and lack of motivation gets in the way of my plans.

It’s so easy to get distracted by the things I like to do, such as playing games and watching TV. Grades are the single strand I have attached on to my drive to work.

Maybe after the first step, everything that follows will be easier.

Friendly Neighbors

Coming home from Starbucks, yes happy hour time, I saw my neighbor mowing our wild, untamed lawn. He’s been doing that since my grandpa became bedridden…three years ago. We were never very close neighbors (since his house is diagonal to ours); he still drags this heavy machine to do more work for someone he never really met or got to know. It’s such a contrast to some people today, thinking of only themselves and doing things just for the benefits.

Excepting nothing from his hard work, that’s just true kindness selflessness. But I would love to find a way to acknowledge and thank him for all that he has done, since people like him deserve that and more.