Taiwan!! And other stuff in my life…


Yet again, I have no idea why I am doing this, nor why I am so blatantly posting ridiculous details of my life to the scary void known as the Internet, but I am honestly so so bored and I feel like I should do something interesting with my life that’s not productive.

Plus, at the lovely recommendation from my dear sister (Sup you little stalker) I have started reading this book called ‘Girl Online’ by Zoella, and I guess it’s like how I associate books with my everyday life, like a lot? For example, after reading/watching ‘If I Stay’ I had a seriously intense urge to start learning the cello and join a band. Yeah. So this is my way of ‘diffusing’ the words of literature into the person who I am, and I have no idea if that even made sense.

But then like the concept of the online world is actually so frightening to think about, like with Facebook and Instagram. For all we know, there could be some creepy pedophilic stalker who is currently reading everything I put online and doing that location tracking thing and finding out where I live and waiting for the perfect time to come murder/kidnap/hold me for random etc. Just saying. Lovely inspirational words from dear Chloe.

Okay, anyways. Back to the ‘main’ topic of this. It’s the ‘summer’ holidays so I’m in Taiwan now. Yay. The world of amazing Asian food and shopping and books and fast Internet. Actually, no, that’s the glorified, tourist pamphlet version. In reality it’s just days of avoiding human contact and sitting in the same place the whole day and only leaving the apartment to get food. And sighing at how depressing New Zealand really is.

Oh look, they’re playing Fur Elise. I miss the piano already.

This is actually so lonerish and boring I don’t even. Like the idea of sitting here not knowing what to do, not the ‘Let’s just rant about my life in the Internet’, cause I’m okay with that (lolol).

Okay seriously, how do people do this? There is not a single detail of my life that is interesting and worth writing about, and everything I publish sounds so cringeworthy when I go back and read it months later that I just internally facepalm at my past self and regret it all. (P.S. Please, for my sake, do’t go back and read the pathetic stuff that I’ve posted…)

I have to go now. What a tragedy.

Farewell, humans.


Greetings again…

Here I am, sitting in my room, trying my best to remember the reasons various chemicals react with each other, and just generally being really bored and frustrated about the entire concept of studying.

So what better way to procrastinate everything by casually making another post on something which I really very much gave up like, half a year ago?

And now I feel slightly creeped out about this whole ‘Let’s make some fancy legit blog’ thing, because so apparently lots of people now about this? And it’s like, ‘Wow, there is thing thing called the Internet, and there are actual people who can stalk and find and read all of this!’ I mean, not that anyone would actually be bothered, but it’s still vaguely creepy…

Like, no offence, but seriously how can some people honestly feel so comfortable about sharing every single aspect of their personal life on the Internet?

But I really need to decide what to do with this, like What is there that I can post/write about?

Book reviews are so much fun, but then it starts to feel A LOT like extra school work over time… And my life is way to boring to write about; I literally spend every holiday/weekend/after school/free time doing something school related like musical practices or robotics competitions or catching on my ridiculous amounts of school work. (Note to people: ‘It really isn’t a wise idea to take almost double the amount of subjects everyone else is. Just, don’t do it to yourself. Trust me’, I say as I plan to take the same amount next year…)

Like, I really want to write something really awesome and then become famous etc. off it like John Watson, and like it’s really cool how I see all these people who are ‘professional bloggers’ where they literally just buy nice nail polish and post pretty pictures on the Internet. I mean I do get that that would be really boring after time, but it would still be so cool to just write as like a side-hobby sort of thing? Except my slight problem of really really not wanting people to read anything of mine…

Or maybe I really should just give up this whole thing. And like, study and write songs and reblog pictures of Sherlock and read. You know, the stuff normal sixteen year olds do.

Not really.

But okay, it’s so weird because the only ‘blogging’ I’ve ever done is evidently on Tumblr, which is a predominantly young society (I’m pretty sure it’s mostly Twelvies through to people in their mid-twenties?). And then on here (I seriously mean no offence if anyone is actually reading this!) I just feel like it is actual, serious, people who aren’t doing this because they are bored and obsessed with leaving behind something after they die (Yes, I am talking about me), but rather as a hobby or to share legitimate feelings about the world (Which I guess I am sort of aiming to do?)

I really should go back to studying now…

So farewell, human beings.

Until next time,


Top 10 Reasons Why it’s Cool to be an Asian Female

The accuracy of this is astounding.

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1. There is nothing more satisfying than the look on someone’s face when they watch me parallel park in one try.

2. Most of my best friends are gay guys and hipsters.

3. Straight guys with yellow fever hold doors open for me and buy me drinks.

4. I can magically disappear by blending into a group of other Asian females.

5. Strangers on the street rarely ever talk to me because they think I can’t speak English.

6. I get to amuse myself by making people uncomfortable by pretending to be offended when they reference anything remotely Asian.  For example:

“Can you pass me that fortune cookie?”

“What the hell did you call me?!?!”

7. I can lie about my age and get away with it.

8. Crazy old dudes tell me amazing war stories about their days during the Korean War.

9. Crazy old dudes start speaking to…

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My First Ever ‘Official’ Blog Post

To be honest I have absolutely no idea how to start this. I don’t even know what it is I am doing, or what a real ‘blog post’ is supposed to be. Is there some sort of structure people are supposed to follow, such as in essay writing? But because I am insanely bored right now, and because I have about a million other things I should probably be doing, I am going to procrastinate them all by casually starting a blog. It amuses me how this website seems all professional and everything: exactly what I thought blogging was supposed to be (as opposed to a website full of teenage girls fangirling over overly-attractive male actors and gay fictional couples.)

So I guess I just want to start writing something, in other words start doing something a bit more productive with my life that I can look back on later. And as proven over the last few weeks, I cannot stick to a fictional story without including references to my fifty billion obsessions and making up a plot so complicated even I lose track of where it is going. So I am going to try ‘officially blogging’  and see how long I can do this for. But hey, some people blog as a living and get money. Who knows, maybe people will one day pay to read what I write. *sarcastic laughter in the background* A girl can only dream. But if I guess when I feel do bad about how awful I am at writing, I can always remind myself that at least I didn’t ever writing Twilight porn. And actually get it published. (And appear in top international bestselling lists, but you know.)

I have piano soon so I am going to stop here and pick out some nice theme for my future blog; they do have really amazing layout structures on this website… Recently I have started having an obsession with semicolons I think they are called; they are just so pretty though! Like the perfect punctuation mark for those sentences with awkward phrases. I guess another reason I want to write stuff is that at the moment I feel so bad about everything in life and desperately need to rant somehow somewhere. But not right now because I cannot be bothered and that is going to take a very, very long time. Which I do not have. I don’t actually know if I am going to bring myself to write here ever again, but even if I don’t, I can say that I have made one ‘official’ blog post in my life. (And read back on this some time later and realise how embarrassing everything was and remove any evidence of it before anyone else sees.)

But that is all for now, so farewell.

(Am I supposed to sign off each entry or something? I think John does on his blog…)