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Tag: Camry

I still don’t understand why he found it so funny

Hello everyone. It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything relatively original to this blog, (7 months, actually) but I thought I’d try to get the blogging ball rolling again. Let’s start with a few updates.

For the most part of the year, I’ve been focussing on studying and getting my assessments done well before the due date. Any success? I guess so. I’ve succeeded in starting them more than a week or so before the due date, but finishing them the night before (or morning of) is a habit proving difficult to break. (If any writers of the webcomics I read are reading my blog and have noticed that I haven’t commented on your comics lately, now you know why.)

About a month ago I decided I was going to go for runs around my neighbourhood every second day. Surprisingly, I lasted about a week and a half, which is a week and a half longer than I’ve ever been able to keep up. I was quite proud of myself. I keep telling myself that I’m going to try and start again. But then I also tell myself that I’ve got a lot more assessments to work on and I need to make a study timetable of sorts so I can plan my time accordingly and set aside a particular time slot of every day to exercise. But the procrastinator that I am doesn’t want to make the timetables, physical or mental. Nor does the procrastinator in me want to put on my runners and run around for 15 minutes, and find myself gasping for breath. Oh well. We’ll see how I go.

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Book: Two Thousand and Eleven. Chapter: January

See all of the “chapters” from 2011 here.

 
January has ended and I realised that I have not yet written a blog post this year. So I decided that even though my Project 365 isn’t meant for the public, I’d like to share some of the highlights of the past month.

January 1st, 2011For the past several years, my family has spent New Years Eve at the house of our Senior Pastor and his family. So I decided that Photo #1 would be of the TV while the fireworks were going off at Sydney Harbour. I didn’t know that you needed to take a photo to open the film cartridge on a polaroid camera, so I sat there watching the TV waiting for the best moment to take a photo. When I found the perfect moment, I pressed the shutter button, and gasped as I realised that the “photo” coming out of the camera wasn’t even a photo. I positioned myself for the next good scene of fireworks, only to find that the fireworks had ended. So now that my film cartridge was opened, I had to settle for a photo of myself with sparklers.

January 4th, 2011January 6th, 2011

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