I'm moving~
Because LJ seems like so much fun ^^.
...
somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
there's a land that i heard of, once in a lullaby
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I'm limited- Elphaba, For Good, Wicked.
Just look at me
I'm limited
And just look at you,
you can do all I couldn't do
...So now it's up to you
Now it's up to you
Today I was defeated. Completely and utterly defeated.
It was painful. It still is painful.
And I hate it.
I hate it not just because I was defeated, though that is reason for anger, but I hate it because I was not defeated by someone with power. I was defeated by someone with a title, and someone who had great stupidity in his indecision.
You know that feeling? It's something like this one...
There I was minding my own business when the class gets divided into three. The leader fascist bastard of my division ignored all my suggestions about our group presentation assessment, worth 5% in our final grade for English for Academic Purposes.
We were supposed to do a group presentation on one aspect of nonverbal communication, between the following.
- Facial communication
- Gestural communication
- Eye communication
- Spacial communication
- Artifactual communication
The fourth is about space. The fifth is about what you wear or otherwise use to adorn yourself.
For the longest time I pushed for artifactual communication. The fascist bastard whined and complained. "No, it's going to be troublesome! It's going to be time-consuming, it's going to take so long! Besides, we have to go out and look for resources!"
And he said all this, looking at me. The only person in Trinity College who had the nerve to dress so interestingly that one day in April.
As much as I wanted to yell at him, I breathed. "I'm a cosplayer. I have interesting clothes. What do you want, then?"
"I think we should do eye communication. It's easy, there isn't much effort involved. How hard can it be? It's just our eyes."
I wanted so badly to slap him across the face I cannot even begin to describe it here without gratuitous use of highest-level swearing (IT'S VOCABULARY TIME! Find synonyms for: copulate, copulate, copulating intercourse, intercourse, donkey excrement, may a stick be wedged in the centre of his posterior, matriach-copulating, cat), not that my calling him a fascist bastard isn't already doing so.
"But it's only our eyes!" I argued, "Do you know how insanely BORING that's going to be? This is worth 5%, if we don't put effort into it, it's not going to score."
"DO YOUR WORK!"
"Yes, Mummy."
What a landslide victory he'd gotten.
I tried to ask the fascist bastard again, when he was playing with his iPhone.
"Shut the [copulate] up."
And then the time came to choose, and Jane appeared and asked him of our choice.
"Um........ we still haven't decided. Go ask other people first."
Of course we hadn't, it was a fascist bastard against a person of no status, coupled by three people who were okay with anything!
The second group made their choice. She returned.
"You know what, come back later, we're putting it to a vote."
The third group made their choice. I convinced everyone. She returned.
"We want artifactual communication."
"It's taken by the second group. Do you have a second choice?"
They had heard everything I argued for. Everything. And it had made sense, as I knew it would have.
"Our second choice is gestural communication."
"It's taken by the third group. Do you have a third choice?"
"Our third choice is..."
We went into discussion with Jane, who in the end suggested facial communication over eye communication, since obviously the face includes the eyes.
This officially marks the day I've met the most stupid person of the year.
And somehow they seem to all be men, these stupid people.
How peculiar.
Well. He may go and copulate himself in the posterior, this fascist bastard. I'll just be sitting elsewhere, doing my own thing. I don't want to have anything to do with this project if we have to do this collectively. I'll do my side privately, and I'm not going to listen to what he says at all. And if he starts controlling, the fascist bastard he is, I'm going to keep as quiet as possible, as I have for the past two hours.
I'd have liked to do this...
but I have no patience as Itsuki has to deal with the likes of him.
This is what I'll be doing. Complete with the monosyllabic replies if need be. It's an extreme measure, but I think there's no way else I can go about getting my score. If I start talking to him I think I'm going to end up mothering him. I'll just do my own thing.
I'm still angry he had to screw it up. Now I have to do my assessment with a topic I hate to bits.
"You know, that's what school is about, you have to do assignments you don't like," consoled my mother, but up until this fascist bastard came along I was enjoying all my assignments.
Thank you, fascist bastard, for spoiling the record.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Results
I've never seen my results so good ever since I left P3.
PSYCHOLOGY = 8.5/10
MATHS 1 (practice) = 42/50
MEDIA AND COMMUNICATIONS = 8.5/10
LITERATURE = 4.75/5
Today I had a KFC Snack Box, a White Chocolate Suckao, and half a regular packet of Grill'd fries to tide me over for the day.
That is all.
And I will not be doing the Spirit Bell again. Stop looking at me like that, Cheryl Looi.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Which Disney Villain Are You? | |
 | You are part Jafar. "How many times do I have to kill you boy?" You just want to be big and powerful... Is that so much to ask? I mean, you deserve it. |
 | You are part Lady Tremaine. You're the evil stepmother little girls have nightmares about. Hooray for you, who helped kids learn to love their birth parents and do everything possible to avoid stepparents. Next time, though, be careful not to get in between a girl and her dreams. |
| Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com | |
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
this was a while ago...
A
- Available: Almost never. And if I am, you have to call and hope I’m in a good mood.
- Age: Sixteen Going On Seventeen. Music number please! My time’s running out!
- Annoyance: I know I am, and that it doesn’t change no matter what I do. So I milk it.
- Allergic: No don’t think so. Picky though.
- Animal: A team of huskies, a handbag-size dog, a rabbit, or a black cat.
- Actor: Working towards it. Though I feel it slipping away. It’s not a good feeling.
B
- Beer: Being a minor and coming from a bloodline cursed to weakness in this area, I must decline.
- Birthday: Shikamaru’s birthday.
- Best friends: Naomi, the Insane Brigade. Any objections?
- Body Part on opposite sex: Facial features in general. And probably the pallor of their skin as well.
- Best feeling in the world: Ah, there are many. Musicals make a large part of it.
- Blind or Deaf: Neither, thank you. How would I enjoy my beloved musicals and anime otherwise?
- Best weather: Thunderstorm. It gives rise to great drama, and great warmth in numbers.
- Been in Love: Without me, his world will go on turning. The world is full of happiness that I have never known.
- Been bitched out?: Most probably at least once in my life. And I most probably have suffered some form of trauma from it, but it’s not important anymore.
- Been on stage?: I’m addicted to it. But until I can prove I deserve it, I won’t take it by force.
- Believe in yourself?: I believe I’m notoriously lacking in confidence. But I have an apparent lack of a sense of shame, and so if I feel like doing something interesting, I shall.
- Believe in life on other planets: Probably. Leia Organa, I will meet you someday.
- Believe in miracles: Yes. The number of times they happen for me can be counted with my fingers. The number of times things have gone miraculously wrong, however…
- Believe in Magic: Perhaps.
- Believe in God: I believe my religion dictates this. And I do, of my own accord.
- Believe in Satan: Absolutely and completely.
- Believe in Santa: I wish.
- Believe in Ghosts/spirits: Yes.
- Believe in Evolution: Yes, I do.
C
- Car: I’ll settle for a Nissan. It’s not like I care. As long as I can pimp it.
- Candy: Any day.
- Colour: Blue, violet, pink, green, red, black, white.
- Cried in school: I can’t remember. I’ve done it at least once I think, but beyond that one time I can barely remember. Come close, many times.
- Chocolate/Vanilla: My goodness. White chocolate.
- Chinese/Mexican: Food? Depends I guess.
- Cake or pie: Cake. Marie Antoinette dictates it.
- Countries to visit: America, Britain, France, Spain, Switzerland, Germany, Italy, the Balkans, Russia, Greece, Portugal, Canada, Austria.
D
- Day or Night: Day. Because as romantic as they seem, night shots are usually too disgusting for me. (Exceptions, I know.)
- Dream vehicle: Teleporting machine.
- Danced: I led the Hare Hare Yukai. And I know the Motteke! Serafuku, the Joshi Kashimashi Monogatari, the BACCHIKOI (the main Naruto bits). Perhaps one day I shall take adult ballet. Hmm.
- Dance in the rain?: No, I might slip, fall and die.
- Dance in the middle of the street?: If the street is closed, I’d be more than happy to. To lead the Hare Hare Yukai again would be awesome.
- Do the splits?: A while back. Healing up, shall try again when things stop hurting insanely.
E
- Eggs: And sperms and zygotes, oh my!
- Eyes: I wish the irises were either red or violet.
- Everyone has: rights, all ready for me to strip off of them.
- Ever failed a class?: Art, Design and Technology, Higher Chinese, Maths, Additional Maths, Chemistry.
F
- First crush: I was ten. And in retrospect, the lack of judgement was disgusting.
- First thoughts waking up: GRAAH five more minutes.
- Food: xiao long bao, steak, gelato, Japanese curry, nachos.
G
- Greatest Fear: That I was wrong. All along.
- Giver or taker: Taker.
- Goals: To wear my heart on my sleeve. And when my person is overruled by another, to wear her heart on my sleeve.
- Gum: I can chew it, my lovely Singaporean brethren. IN YOUR FACE.
- Get along with your parents?: …Half the time.
- Good luck charms: We all like to believe something is. It’s why I sleep in shinigami robes before especially large events.
H
- Hair Colour: Dark brown or black, never dyed, permed, rebonded. Ever.
- Height: 175cm, or 5’9”
- Happy: is what happens, when all your dreams come true. Well, isn’t it?
- Holidays: homework is such an ironical thing here.
- How do you want to die: Dramatically.
- Health freak?: I wish.
- Hate: is a tool with which I may manipulate those around me.
I
(In guys/girls)
- Eye colour: I still wish the irises were red or violet. However deep blue or grey is equally lovely.
- Hair Colour: A light brown. Or dark hair with mild blonde highlights.
- Height: A little taller. Just a little.
- Clothing Style: Cosplay elements. It can’t be boring. VISUAL APPEAL.
- Characteristics: I don’t know, really.
- Ice Cream: Cookies and Cream, Freddo Surprise, Roche, English Toffee.
- Instrument: I want to learn the violin. Also, the turntables.
J
- Jewelry: One ring, most probably on the thumb. A golden rose on a silver ring on my ring finger is good too. Pendants are pretty.
- Job: It better be something where I can express myself.
K
- Kids: Not from my ---- you don’t.
- Kickboxing or karate: …FENCING!!!!!!!!!!!! Take it to the piste!
- Keep a journal?: Will it involve reflections? Those are crappy. Don’t you just hate the reflections people make you write? I prefer the unexamined life. I prefer blogs. Music and all.
L
- Longest Car Ride: Probably in Australia, from Murdoch to Margaret River.
- Love: is not for me to feel.
- Letter: How romantic. I tend to ramble without end, and that’s why I stopped writing them.
- Laughed so hard you cried: Yes.
- Love at first sight: If it is not for me to feel, I don’t trust it.
M
- Milk flavour: Nah.
- Movie: Japanese please.
- Mooned anyone?: I will not be arrested for indecent exposure.
- Marriage: If love is not for me to feel, I won’t think of it.
- Motion sickness?: None for me.
- McD's or BK: McDonald’s. In Australia they call it Hungry Jack’s.
- Number of Siblings: Three. Two brothers and a sister. I’m oldest.
- Number of Piercings: Undefiled.
- Number: 4, 3, 4, 4, 3, 3, 8, 7, 4, 4, 888985 (From P1 till Trinity College.)
O
- Overused Phrases: Anyway…
- One wish: Infinite wishes.
- One phobia: Nyctophobia.
P
- Place you'd like to live: London.
- Pepsi/Coke: Lift.
Q
- Quail: couldn’t care less.
- Questionnaires: I do them randomly. I’m annoying like that :D
R
- Reason to cry: I don’t have one. If I feel like it, then there it is.
- Reality T.V.: I Survived A Japanese Gameshow, So You Think You Can Dance
- Radio Station: Goodness. Radio. Why would I allow myself to be at the mercy of DJs? That’s representative democracy in action.
- Roll your tongue in a circle?: And touch my nose. And drive it up my nose a little. And do the Gene Simmons Tongue Wag. I’m all ready to perfect Orochimaru.
S
- Song: No good deed goes unpunished, no act of charity goes unresented. (As of yet I lack a belting voice, and cannot perform this one properly. But it is a beautiful piece.)
- Shoe size: 7-8
- Sushi: Cooked salmon onigiri. With the rice fully covered by seaweed and not by a single cheap strip. In other words, prepared Japanese konbini-style.
- Skipped school: Oh heavens, no! Not without a good and rational reason.
- Slept outside: Ewww, disgusting!
- Seen a dead body: Naturally. Three or four, actually.
- Smoked?: No. More disgusting than sleeping outside, even with the cherry flavoured smoke.
- Skinny dipped?: Never.
- Shower daily?: Naturally.
- Sing well?: Working on it, with great disdain towards pop music vocals. I sit at the feet of Idina Menzel, and I am filled with respect towards Julie Andrews’ prime.
- In the shower?: Sometimes.
- Swear?: At will.
- Stuffed Animals?: Only one may accompany me. And for now, that one is Mochi.
- Single/Group dates: I’ll decide when the time comes.
- Strawberries/Blueberries: Ichigo.
- Scientists need to invent: Time machines.
T
- Time for bed: I might sleep a lot, or I might not sleep at all.
- Thunderstorms: are epic drama.
- Touch your tongue to your nose?: Heck, I can shove it up. I can’t wait for the day I touch the skin underneath my eye!
U
- Unpredictable: Sometimes.
- Under the influence?: I dance to my own beat.
- Understanding?: I can be very villainous. Do not expect this of me.
V
- Vegetable you hate: Every single one.
- Vegetable you love: Anything that Mummy can blend and make into a cream soup.
- Vacation spot: Tokyo! Shinjuku! Harajuku! Daikanyama! Akihabara! IKUZO~!
W
- Weakness: Many. But why would I tell you? I’m a villain!
- When you grow up: I’ll begin my colonizing of the world.
- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: Like me? No way.
- Who makes you laugh the most: It’s hard to say.
- Worst feeling: Loss.
- Wanted to be a model?: The figure is all I have. The thought never really crossed my mind in earnest. Also it seems a bit troublesome.
- Where do we go when we die: Heaven. Or if you sold your soul to Sebastian…Hell.
- Worst weather: Humid, extremely warm.
- Walk with a book on your head?: Not at all.
X
- X-Rays: Health checks for student visas and stuff.
Y
-Year it is now: 2009
-Yellow: Piss.
Z
- Zoo animal: Pandas.
- Zodiac sign: Virgo Monkey. (I act nothing like a Virgo. Libra’s much closer.)
LAST PERSON WHO…
1. Slept in a bed beside you?: Earth.
2. Last person to see you cry?: I can’t remember.
3. Went to the movies with you?: Mummy, Truth.
4. You went to the mall with?: Mummy, Dad, Truth.
5. You went out to dinner with?: Mummy, Truth, Earth, my cousin.
6. You talked to on the phone?: Prisia. Kuroshitsuji crit. :3
7. Made you laugh?: The torture war between Prisia and Truth. XDDDDD
Media&Comm
8.5/10.
He has no issues at all with my article, since everything was well-done except for one typo. *is shot for Grammar Nazi blasphemy*
He had issues though, with the model article, which didn't seem to go down well with what I was writing about. And now I think of it, he's right.
He seems to like Sensei's work now, and he said the article was very artistic. :3
I wonder what Sensei thinks.
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