I won't be posting a profile about my characters this post. I promise I'll fill another post up with character profiles.
Psychological Test.
Write the first answer that came to your mind. Fill it out first before scrolling down!
1. In front of you, you see a number of insects. How many are there?
One, and it's freaking me out. It's a really large beetle staring back at me from the floor.
2. You were walking through the jungle when you saw something move past you. What (animal) is it?
Something really, really fast that's gonna eat me up if I so move a toe.
3. You're sitting on a chair about to cross your legs. Which side of your leg do you cross over? Left or Right?
Right, duh. Most people do.
4. You're on a safari jeep driving through the Safari ranch, and you see a lion feeding on the dead animal carcass. How do you feel?
Very grossed out and suddenly unbelievably afraid.
5. When you usually pour a drink, up to what percentage of the cup do you pour?
Nearly full. I like to take big gulps.
6. There are candles burning in front of you. How many candles are there?
Many large white ones, like in Professor Lupin's room in Hogwarts. All on the stands and lighted with a flick of my wrist. Ahh, fantasy. =)
7. A ship ready to take off by the harbour, makes a blasting horn sound. How long does it go on for
One very, very long one that tries to call out for attention.
8. You went into a room and it's all white, how do you feel?
Really freaked out, lost and afraid. It feels like I'm gonna be experimented on.
9. You're walking through a desert, how many pairs of shoes would you take with you?
I don't wear shoes. I don't walk through deserts. But if I must, I'd take one pair and ride a jeep.
10. You feel like drinking hot chocolate, and you open the cupboard. How many cups are there?
None. My cups are all on the counter.
11. A baby is crying, the doorbell's ringing and water is boiling on the stove. In what order would you resolve the situation?
The baby belongs to my neighbours. The doorbell will be answered by my mother. The water can boil until time ends, I don't really care.
12. You see an abandoned property (house). Is the door open or closed?
Closed. Very much closed. There are, of course, holes in the rickety wooden door but that's about it.
13. You get on a plane for the first time. How do you feel during takeoff?
Excited. Completely and absolutely excited.
14. You design your own house and draw a house plan. In the living room, is the ceiling considerably high or low?
Somewhere in the middle. Too high makes me feel lost, too low makes me claustrophobic.
15. You see an angel of death. He said that he'll give you a one day to do whatever you want before he takes you to the afterlife. How would you spend the one last day on earth?
With my family and neglecting homework. I mean, what's the point? I won't live to hand them up.
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1. The number of people that pisses you off right now.
One. Now who could it be?
2. How people see you.
Very, very fast. Yeah right (well, maybe for short-distance, but I FAIL at long-distance). But I do look like I'll eat them up, what with those angry-looking eyebrows I possess.
3. What you see in people : Right leg- personality Left leg- Appearance/looks
Personality. What a load of crap. Majority of people put their right legs over their left due to genetic dictation.
4. The feeling after watching porn for the first time.
Very grossed out and suddenly very afraid...as I should rightfully be since I'm not supposed to watch porn. I also won't be watching porn anytime soon (not that I'd do it at all).
5. The level of your self-esteem.
Woah. Almost full. Now this certainly is something that's ABSOLUTELY WRONG.
6. The number of people you can love at the same time.
Many. Well, it is true that I find people I know well quite...likeable, I guess. Most strangers are annoying.
7. Average time you spend kissing.
One very, very long one. O.o. WTH? What kiss?
8. Feeling right before your death.
Really freaked out, lost and afraid, like I'm gonna be experimented on. Ah, quite true, but there's always anticipation that I'll be meeting God soon. =)
9. The number of relationships you will have before marriage.
One. That's odd. I seem to have a few relationships going on right now. Like my sister-sister/brother relationship with my siblings and I have a number of friendships too...
10. The number of your TRUE friends
None. Darn. That sounds rather pathetic.
11. What you value the most in opposite sex: Baby- virtue, Doorbell- appearance, Water- wealth.
Lol. No baby, no doorbell, no water. Ah well, I guess there's nothing I look for (or perhaps I don't value the opposite gender at all?)
12. The door represents your heart. (i.e. determines how open your heart is)
Close (with leaks). That's...quite true, I guess.
13. Feeling after 'first kiss'.
Excited. Completely and absolutely excited. That makes me sound like a romantic...which I am NOT.
14. The level of your pride.
I'm not so proud, I guess. I always thought my pride was quite average.
15. What you want to do right now.
Spend time with my family (and neglect homework). Well, yeah, I do want to do that, but I keep thinking: 'I have time, it's okay to wait a few more days/months/years.' Of course, moral of the story always is 'There is no such thing as having time'.
Saturday, 22 May 2010
Monday, 17 May 2010
Boron Ashton, Bohrium Ashton
I will make up for the lack of a new character last post with the introduction of 2 characters!
BORON ASHTON
Boron Ashton, 19, fairly forgetful and careless inventor, doctor, marksman and swordsman who not only has good looks (read: slightly feminine appearance) but also brains and slight proficiency in art (as most inventors usually do). He has a younger brother, Bohrium, 10 (whom I will introduce later in the post) and is ambidextrous. He is Argon's official bodyguard and physician who performed his first operation at the age of 15 and is hailed as a medical prodigy. While being absent-minded and rather detached from reality usually, he is able to focus with unnerving concentration when the time calls for it.
He is the kind of person who is unable to come up with an idea if told to ponder and meditate on it for long periods of time. Often, he does much better when situations require spontaneous problem solving instead. Due to his marked unawareness he misplaces all of his blueprints, although none of the blueprints are actually of much use since they have all been planned and he only creates useful inventions with 'spur of the moment' kind of ideas. His blueprint of a 'gun' was 'stolen' by one of the nation's ally who adapted it to make it work, although Boron did have a completed specimen somewhere in his room (if only he could find it) which was made the moment the idea came to him so it never had a real blueprint.
At age 12 he came a proficient marksman and swordsman (his eyesight being sharper than the average person's) who designed his (and many others') weapons as well and hence proved to be a talented inventor too. He was the object of much jealousy and envy when he was assigned the position of official bodyguard of the king at the tender age of 12. At the age of 13 he attained his medical degree and 2 years after performed his first operation successfully though he had been spacing out during operations he had been made to watch from the sidelines to gain experience from. It is often rumoured that Boron bribed his way into his high standing but the gossipers never failed to be shut up should the rare opportunity for Boron to showcase his abilities arise. Even with all these achievements under his belt and feathers in his cap Boron never shows off, or perhaps he just couldn't be bothered to or was too lost in his own world to.
Boron is decended from a long line of aristocrats who have been stripped of their titles as Earls when a family head 3 generations before Boron refused to comply to the king's orders. It was during a time of war when enemies infiltrated the palace that the king pleaded with Earl Ashton (Sion Ashton) to kill him before the enemies could drug him and force him to disseminate high-security information about the country. Earl Ashton, being the king's closest friend, refused to do so and when the enemies retreated was removed from the title of 'Earl' by the king (who did so very regretfully). All subsequent generations have been close to the reigning kings but more times of trials and testings (all of which uncannily similar to that mentioned above) found the family degraded to the status of servants. Boron's family serves the royal family in the palace, and like all his ancestors, Boron has a close bond with the reigning king, Argon.
Argon first met him when they were five and Argon had fallen off his horse. While Argon's usual bodyguards are busy running around trying to find a nurse or maid to treat Argon's wound, Boron emerged from a nearby cluster of trees and bushes and edged toward Argon slowly. Upon reaching the young king Boron immediately began treatment of the wound using herbs and plants with healing properties. Being the child of a maid he has seen his mother use such medicinal herbs frequently and with the prompting of his brother approached Argon to treat his wound. Boron was, from henceforth, Argon's official physician (although he did go through intensive training in which he usually displayed knowledge superior to his teachers) and at the age of 12, Argon's official bodyguard when he attained sufficient prowess in shooting to defend the king.
Although he doesn't show it, Boron cares for his brother just about as much as his brother cares about him (which is quite a lot). It is due to his brother's inability to aim and desire to be like him that Boron took up swordfighting, something he was sure his brother would be able to do even without any coordination whatsoever, as it pleased him to know that his brother was glad to have something in common with him. The blade Boron made for his brother is single-edged as he feared that his brother's carelessness may land him in the hospital. Boron finds it difficult to express affection to others and hence has a very hard time convincing his brother that he does love him no matter how nonchalant he may seem toward his brother's affairs.
His hair is a glossy black, reaches to his calves and covers his left eye. It is neatly (and loosely) tied at his shoulder blades in a low tail with a small braid beside his right cheek. His eyes are black as well and tend to have a faraway and misty look most of the time. His attire is typically a long white cloak (more fantasy than laboratory, though) over a button-up tee and pair of loose black pants that reach his shoes. He is always standing by Argon's right (though quite unnoticeable as he hardly moves) with a set of hand-guns under his cloak and two sniper's rifles hung on his shoulders. He also has a sword on his hip but it is only used in the most dire of situations when the target does not stop advancing on the king even after firing many rounds.
Just an extra note, Boron is far-sighted and hence has some problems reading so he requires the aid of glasses whenever he does want to read (or aim at really near targets). His descended (Boriah Ashton) was the man who invented the machine that caused the Christmas Massacre when Boron was 5. The people from the future of another nation went back in time to conspire with the people of the past to kill off Argon and hence end the royal line as the king in the future proved too much of a threat to enemy nations. Somehow, the machine malfunctioned on the day of the massacre and all those sent back in time had their minds tampered with, causing personality changes, amnesia or even false memories. This made the future men lose their 'focus' and turn their weapons on innocents. At the same time, many people from both the past and future were transported to the other time unwillingly due to the malfunction.
BOHRIUM ASHTON
Bohrium Ashton, 10, brother of the highly respected Boron Ashton. He is, in all aspects save EQ and appearance (although in a different sense), much less capable than his brother whom everybody regards as a genius. He for one wants to be much like his brother but also wants his brother to smile, something that he is proud to say the he has succeeded once or twice. He is a typical happy go lucky kid whose main concern is his brother and animals, and while he is by law too young to work he sometimes helps his mother out in the kitchens and infirmary whenever the servants are shorthanded.
His 'information network' is very very large owing to his pleasant personality and face. The older maids just can't help but fawn over him and everything he wants to know about the palace he can get through them. Because his brother hardly ever tells him anything about his job (and is usually away from the servants' quarters and areas where servants work because he is a guard) Bohrium really tries to squeeze every single bit of information about his brother out of the maids as he has a 'brother-complex'.
The 'brother-complex' that Bohrium has is rather interesting. He not only loves his brother to the extent of being obsessed over his lifestyle but also has a certain desire to be just like his brother. He is by birth left-handed but has become almost as proficient with his right arm with just about any action due to constant training with his brother who is ambidextrous as his goal. However, Bohrium is not blessed with super intelligence or great eyesight like his brother is, and the greatest deterrence to become as good a marksman as his brother is the fact that he has absolutely no aim at all. While his mental endurance knows no bounds his physical body is fairly weak in terms of stamina and is hardly ideal for long battles, therefore he tends to try and master the skills his brother has that requires little physical activities.
He is not as forgetful or distant as his brother but he is very careless. While his brother's carelessness stems from his general lack of awareness of his surroundings Bohrium's is caused by his tad inability to coordinate his body well enough and walking can sometimes cause a bit of a problem to him as it is fairly easy for him to lose balance, slip and fall. That being said, Bohrium is aware that his brother only uses swords for his sake as he wanted to be as similar to his brother as humanly possible without undergoing a body change and really treasures his sword, a single-edged blade customised by Boron himself. Bohrium has, over the years, began to understand his brother better and can now tell the difference between when his brother is attempting to show concern and when his brother is just spacing out, something that no one else apart from Argon can say that they can do.
Bohrium is often much better company than Boron at social events as he is more open to strangers (not that his brother opens up to anybody) and is a much more interesting character to hold conversations with as his speech is animated and enthusiastic. He is also an avid animal lover and during his free time spends it in the forest calling various animals to him. He has mastered several animal languages (not much to learn, really, just basic calling noises) and made acquaintances with almost the entire population of animals within with palace grounds and most flying creatures in the entire country.
Bohrium's hair is a glossy black as well and cropped short at his shoulders. He has a perpetual twinkle in his black eyes and a broad smile on his lips always. Like his brother, a small bit of his hair is braided, but this time at the left of his face instead. His hair is also parted toward the left but unlike his brother has a fringe. He is usually seen in his brother's old clothes - a white cloak with black finishings over a button-up tee and a pair of long black pants. The sword customised for him by his brother hangs proudly on his right hip for easy reach.
BORON ASHTON
Boron Ashton, 19, fairly forgetful and careless inventor, doctor, marksman and swordsman who not only has good looks (read: slightly feminine appearance) but also brains and slight proficiency in art (as most inventors usually do). He has a younger brother, Bohrium, 10 (whom I will introduce later in the post) and is ambidextrous. He is Argon's official bodyguard and physician who performed his first operation at the age of 15 and is hailed as a medical prodigy. While being absent-minded and rather detached from reality usually, he is able to focus with unnerving concentration when the time calls for it.
He is the kind of person who is unable to come up with an idea if told to ponder and meditate on it for long periods of time. Often, he does much better when situations require spontaneous problem solving instead. Due to his marked unawareness he misplaces all of his blueprints, although none of the blueprints are actually of much use since they have all been planned and he only creates useful inventions with 'spur of the moment' kind of ideas. His blueprint of a 'gun' was 'stolen' by one of the nation's ally who adapted it to make it work, although Boron did have a completed specimen somewhere in his room (if only he could find it) which was made the moment the idea came to him so it never had a real blueprint.
At age 12 he came a proficient marksman and swordsman (his eyesight being sharper than the average person's) who designed his (and many others') weapons as well and hence proved to be a talented inventor too. He was the object of much jealousy and envy when he was assigned the position of official bodyguard of the king at the tender age of 12. At the age of 13 he attained his medical degree and 2 years after performed his first operation successfully though he had been spacing out during operations he had been made to watch from the sidelines to gain experience from. It is often rumoured that Boron bribed his way into his high standing but the gossipers never failed to be shut up should the rare opportunity for Boron to showcase his abilities arise. Even with all these achievements under his belt and feathers in his cap Boron never shows off, or perhaps he just couldn't be bothered to or was too lost in his own world to.
Boron is decended from a long line of aristocrats who have been stripped of their titles as Earls when a family head 3 generations before Boron refused to comply to the king's orders. It was during a time of war when enemies infiltrated the palace that the king pleaded with Earl Ashton (Sion Ashton) to kill him before the enemies could drug him and force him to disseminate high-security information about the country. Earl Ashton, being the king's closest friend, refused to do so and when the enemies retreated was removed from the title of 'Earl' by the king (who did so very regretfully). All subsequent generations have been close to the reigning kings but more times of trials and testings (all of which uncannily similar to that mentioned above) found the family degraded to the status of servants. Boron's family serves the royal family in the palace, and like all his ancestors, Boron has a close bond with the reigning king, Argon.
Argon first met him when they were five and Argon had fallen off his horse. While Argon's usual bodyguards are busy running around trying to find a nurse or maid to treat Argon's wound, Boron emerged from a nearby cluster of trees and bushes and edged toward Argon slowly. Upon reaching the young king Boron immediately began treatment of the wound using herbs and plants with healing properties. Being the child of a maid he has seen his mother use such medicinal herbs frequently and with the prompting of his brother approached Argon to treat his wound. Boron was, from henceforth, Argon's official physician (although he did go through intensive training in which he usually displayed knowledge superior to his teachers) and at the age of 12, Argon's official bodyguard when he attained sufficient prowess in shooting to defend the king.
Although he doesn't show it, Boron cares for his brother just about as much as his brother cares about him (which is quite a lot). It is due to his brother's inability to aim and desire to be like him that Boron took up swordfighting, something he was sure his brother would be able to do even without any coordination whatsoever, as it pleased him to know that his brother was glad to have something in common with him. The blade Boron made for his brother is single-edged as he feared that his brother's carelessness may land him in the hospital. Boron finds it difficult to express affection to others and hence has a very hard time convincing his brother that he does love him no matter how nonchalant he may seem toward his brother's affairs.
His hair is a glossy black, reaches to his calves and covers his left eye. It is neatly (and loosely) tied at his shoulder blades in a low tail with a small braid beside his right cheek. His eyes are black as well and tend to have a faraway and misty look most of the time. His attire is typically a long white cloak (more fantasy than laboratory, though) over a button-up tee and pair of loose black pants that reach his shoes. He is always standing by Argon's right (though quite unnoticeable as he hardly moves) with a set of hand-guns under his cloak and two sniper's rifles hung on his shoulders. He also has a sword on his hip but it is only used in the most dire of situations when the target does not stop advancing on the king even after firing many rounds.
Just an extra note, Boron is far-sighted and hence has some problems reading so he requires the aid of glasses whenever he does want to read (or aim at really near targets). His descended (Boriah Ashton) was the man who invented the machine that caused the Christmas Massacre when Boron was 5. The people from the future of another nation went back in time to conspire with the people of the past to kill off Argon and hence end the royal line as the king in the future proved too much of a threat to enemy nations. Somehow, the machine malfunctioned on the day of the massacre and all those sent back in time had their minds tampered with, causing personality changes, amnesia or even false memories. This made the future men lose their 'focus' and turn their weapons on innocents. At the same time, many people from both the past and future were transported to the other time unwillingly due to the malfunction.
BOHRIUM ASHTON
Bohrium Ashton, 10, brother of the highly respected Boron Ashton. He is, in all aspects save EQ and appearance (although in a different sense), much less capable than his brother whom everybody regards as a genius. He for one wants to be much like his brother but also wants his brother to smile, something that he is proud to say the he has succeeded once or twice. He is a typical happy go lucky kid whose main concern is his brother and animals, and while he is by law too young to work he sometimes helps his mother out in the kitchens and infirmary whenever the servants are shorthanded.
His 'information network' is very very large owing to his pleasant personality and face. The older maids just can't help but fawn over him and everything he wants to know about the palace he can get through them. Because his brother hardly ever tells him anything about his job (and is usually away from the servants' quarters and areas where servants work because he is a guard) Bohrium really tries to squeeze every single bit of information about his brother out of the maids as he has a 'brother-complex'.
The 'brother-complex' that Bohrium has is rather interesting. He not only loves his brother to the extent of being obsessed over his lifestyle but also has a certain desire to be just like his brother. He is by birth left-handed but has become almost as proficient with his right arm with just about any action due to constant training with his brother who is ambidextrous as his goal. However, Bohrium is not blessed with super intelligence or great eyesight like his brother is, and the greatest deterrence to become as good a marksman as his brother is the fact that he has absolutely no aim at all. While his mental endurance knows no bounds his physical body is fairly weak in terms of stamina and is hardly ideal for long battles, therefore he tends to try and master the skills his brother has that requires little physical activities.
He is not as forgetful or distant as his brother but he is very careless. While his brother's carelessness stems from his general lack of awareness of his surroundings Bohrium's is caused by his tad inability to coordinate his body well enough and walking can sometimes cause a bit of a problem to him as it is fairly easy for him to lose balance, slip and fall. That being said, Bohrium is aware that his brother only uses swords for his sake as he wanted to be as similar to his brother as humanly possible without undergoing a body change and really treasures his sword, a single-edged blade customised by Boron himself. Bohrium has, over the years, began to understand his brother better and can now tell the difference between when his brother is attempting to show concern and when his brother is just spacing out, something that no one else apart from Argon can say that they can do.
Bohrium is often much better company than Boron at social events as he is more open to strangers (not that his brother opens up to anybody) and is a much more interesting character to hold conversations with as his speech is animated and enthusiastic. He is also an avid animal lover and during his free time spends it in the forest calling various animals to him. He has mastered several animal languages (not much to learn, really, just basic calling noises) and made acquaintances with almost the entire population of animals within with palace grounds and most flying creatures in the entire country.
Bohrium's hair is a glossy black as well and cropped short at his shoulders. He has a perpetual twinkle in his black eyes and a broad smile on his lips always. Like his brother, a small bit of his hair is braided, but this time at the left of his face instead. His hair is also parted toward the left but unlike his brother has a fringe. He is usually seen in his brother's old clothes - a white cloak with black finishings over a button-up tee and a pair of long black pants. The sword customised for him by his brother hangs proudly on his right hip for easy reach.
Friday, 14 May 2010
Midnight Serum
Yeah, whatever, the title's random again.
You'd be glad to know that I have once again updated this dead blog (oh, the sarcasm...).
Anyway.
I had my 2.4km run today, and I'm pretty satisfied with my results, to say the least.
Yes, I know what I got is a fail at male standards. I mean, why the hell are their standards for Standing Board Jump and 2.4km Run so damned high anyway? I really have to give it to the guys who actually survived their NAPFA tests...
2.4km Run
15:15 (mm:ss)
Female Standard (15): C [15:11-16:10]
Male Standard (15): FAIL. [<14:40]
Man. I can't believe it. 5 seconds less and I would have gotten a B...darn. That aside, I shall chronicle my time along the track while 'running' the 2.4km run (which was not much of a run at all) and maybe some Ihours beforeI (modulus this, which would mean I might talk about my entire day. =)).
It was a bright and sunny day and the birds were chirping happily. The blue ones were huge and round and had small yellow beaks which produced high pitch tweets while the red ones were nice and slim with long black hooked beaks and their voices were shrill. Their piercing eyes were the first thing I noticed when I woke up, and they were also the last thing I noticed before I fell into a swirling abyss of ooblack and lightblubs...
NOOOOOOOOO! NOT THAT ONE! DON'T LOOK! THAT'S MY ESSAY FROM TWENTY YEARS BACK!
Wait...was I even alive 20 years ago? *sigh* This talk is confusing me so I shall just tell that what you just saw was highly classified and should not be redistributed/released in any form. Thank you a whole bunch. Of course, I'm not even entertaining the idea that anyone would like to redistribute this piece of...crap.
So my day begins here.
I woke up in bed at 05:45 with a cramp in the muscle on my left leg opposite of the calf (forgive my apparently lack of knowledge of human anatomy) and thought that I was going to DIE and FAIL my 2.4, which I obviously didn't but when you wake up you tend to let your thoughts run wild, though I never made it a point to reign them all in in the afternoons or evenings anyway.
The cramp was still present when I boarded the school bus where I fell asleep for an hour hoping very badly that the cramp will disappear by the time the 1 hour bus ride to school (and on the way picking up other students) was over. Turns out it was gone when I got off the bus.
Praise the Lord!
Okay, back to the story. Since PE was first block I was horrified and terrified and scared stiff that I would be half awake during the 2.4, which, of course, is as unlikely as clouds would turn into cotton candy and lemon gumdrops would fall like the monsoon rain from the sudden green sky, but yes, being quite sleepy does this to you.
Oh, I do need to mention something. On the supposed day of the 2.4km run it rained halfway through the run (of the first half of the class, of which I am not part of since I'm register 30 so yippee for me) hence the run was cancelled and we were all told to go home. Needless to say we were very, very happy. Well, I was, anyway. I'm pretty sure that the people who had ran halfway were rather pissed.
The 2.4km run was therefore postponed. We got intelligence (yes, you didn't read wrongly, it's intelligence, not information, since RGSS is secretly a spy school and all students are required to put to use basic spy vocabulary) that our 2.4km run (which is supposed to test our ability to keep up with the strict regime of the spy course) will be conducted during the next PE lesson.
Of course, being the secret spy school of the century that only the most elite assassins and stealth personels may gain entrance to, PE is just a code for 'Physical Endurance' which all students of the school have to take part in so the trainers (in layman's terms, teachers, or as we amateur spies say, spartan instructors) can decide who to kick out of the school should there be another economic downturn and the need to retrench recruits arises.
That being said, the juniors (year 3s) and seniors (year 4s) are less likely to be forced to leave due to the fact that the school doesn't want us disseminating valuable intelligence that we've accumulated in our time in the school due to personal grudges and such.
I have decided that, for the better good of the world, I have to tell others about what we learn in school.
Mathematics is a cover up for lessons teaching us how to document classified information, write in code and organise files in a way that makes no sense to outsiders. This seems rather pointless until your home gets raided for being connected to the school.
Language classes include sign language and lip-reading and learning of foreign languages. Useful things to learn, especially when spying on trainers to find out more about their personal lives (in other words, stalking, or, more nicely stated, practicing our stealth)
Physics teaches us how to accurately shoot projectiles and how to use illusions to fool our enemies. The trainers are being unfair by not letting us test our our newfound knowledge on them. They always seem to fool us first.
Chemistry brings us closer to the mechanics of various bombs and also poisons such as Arsenic which we find very useful in eliminating adversaries (especially really annoying trainers).
Biology is spent memorising the human anatomy and which parts are more prone to damage and hurt more (useful tip for women: a man's downstairs tends to hurt really badly if you kick it)
History lessons are filled with the history of spy techniques and also where we indulge in rusted shurikens and darts. We like to try to kill the trainer when he/she says: All shurikens to me. The trainer, of course, never dies. The most severe case was comatose but he'll probably recover...
Geography gives us basic information of enemy grounds and also helps us train our perception and observational skills in planning escape routes. Rather boring class but comes in handy when emergency escape needs to be employed.
Literature isn't of much use but it does come in handy when trying to forge letters with a convincing tone of voice...
Area Studies is exactly what it implies, study of the area and places where we can exploit (like jungles can be used as natural cover).
Philosophy deals not so much with useless ponderings but more with psychology so we can predict our enemy's movements, launch counter attacks and become the next L (from Death Note). Trainers are all Lights which we must eliminate without haste.
Research Studies is just an excuse for the trainers to slack off a little and make us look up on the target (areas) ourselves. Certain students use this time to test their 'research results' on the trainers. Those who get caught tend to end up being sent into unknown territories to test the waters.
Aesthetics translates into designing our own clothes that best fit our body type and allow greater flexibility, learning to fake artworks, trying out various combinations to see what would produce deadly foods etc. Everybody loves this class because we like to put these deadly concoctions into our trainer's food.
Our principle was an ex-student of the school, likely threatened by the previous principle into taking up the job because nobody wanted to due to the inevitable death threats and attempts on their lives.
HOLD YOUR HORSES. Let me make something clear. RGSS is NOT a spy school and lessons are normal, if not on the slightly advanced side. I don't know what strange spirit took over me but I shall continue from where I left off...now come to think of it, where did I leave off?
Ah well. Let's just start anywhere.
So because the 2.4km run was postponed to the next PE lesson (which, by the way, stands for Physical Education, not Physical Endurance) and that 'next PE lesson' was the first block today, I was scared quite stiff, which really isn't all that stiff but compared to my usual blob-of-jelly posture I'd say yeah, I was very stiff.
Then came PE. We each got partners to watch our for. I 'choped' ShuYing and Rachel (Sim) got Jana. Both ShuYing and Jana ran first while Rachel and I sat one a small plot of the track that was...how would you say...tangent to the running area? Ah whatever. It was the little strip of straight track bits that extened from the straight part of the track and totally 'sidetracked' from the curving track. It was the one near the Squash courts (or haunted toilets, if you prefer).
So I got really pumped up watching the first group run, and was utterly in awe of Celeste who, even after running a few rounds (we were supposed to run 5 2/3 rounds since the track had a weird length...) still had more than enough energy to give us, the 'bystanders', a smile and a wave effortlessly. How the hell does she do that? She completed the race in 11+ minutes and just walked off the track like she had been doing stretches instead of running 2.4km...
Anyway, ShuYing was quite a good runner. She also got C. =) I couldn't see the fatigue in her though when she passed. I'm thinking she must have quite good endurance.
Then, when everybody from the first group had finished running, it was my (well, our) turn to run. I could feel my legs trembling beneath me...><
First Round: 01:30+
It was quite okay, I felt like I was sprinting more than jogging and I wasn't that much out of breath. I was supposed to be running (read pacing) with Rachel but I somehow just got ahead of her. If I should hazard a guess it would probably be somewhere near the downward slope, and at the downward slope I kind of let myself fall as always and that's usually where I'm faster than usual. I like that part. It always (well, usuallly) makes me feel like I'm flying whenever I 'fall' down the slope. Nice feeling when I don't have to really propel myself forward or anything. I was rather glad with my timing. It wasn't too bad, I guess, for someone with stamina like mine and who completely hates running long distance. I love 10x4 Shuttle Run, see. I get very nice timings for that, completely surpassing A by what, almost a second?
Second Round: 03:40+
Getting out of breath, even though I know I can make it to 7 minutes of jogging non-stop without dying. Since I was wearing the nice sports shoes I got end of last year and wore it now for the 2.4 (since my usual school shoe's sole is kinda flat now) I think I was quite a bit brisker than I would be if I was just running normally without the shoes with tapered toes. I just checked it out though, if we're running long distance the taper shouldn't be too much...ah well. Nevermind. 308 was at the basketball courts and my frieds from there cheered me on. =) They kinda kept talking about useless things like everyday stuff but even so it made my heart lighter to know that there is someone (or somemany) there by my side to cheer for me as I go through hard times (but they aren't, though).
Third Round: 05:50+ (I think)
Dying. Don't know why even though I've only ran for 5+ minutes. Anyway, this was when I started entertaining thoughts of walking or slowly down a whole lot until I'm almost walking. I didn't, in the end, because I was thinking: If I slow down now, I can't slow down later! And since I know I just have to slow down at the end since my stamina drains really quickly, I ran the whole round. =) I'm really glad that the 308 people (mainly AnYan, Moira, Melissa, ChunHui, and perhaps some others whom I cannot rememeber) at the basketball court cheered me on 'cuz I really needed it to keep going and not break down like an unoiled machinery a few hundred years old.
Fourth Round: 08:10+ (I think)
I walked about the first third of the round. I tired myself out by running instead of jogging, see. I am just silly that way, and also silly now for chronicling such insignificant details. I started walking right after I completed the round so I was in full view of my classmates who were trying to get me to run instead of walk. I remember I only wanted to walk for a little bit before I ran again but I somehow only re-ran once I've almost gotten to the sheltered 'bridge' between J block and H block (or something). I only noticed the blue markers on the ground and started running again. Oh yeah, when I started running again I couldn't feel my legs, until a few seconds later when the pain comes back again. I apparently strained myself too much.
Fifth Round: 11:...something
This time I walked almost half the round (re-ran where the track bends round the corner around J block and enters the basketball court area). What can I say? An exhausted person is a person who needs to rest unless he/she would rather crumple to the floor in a little lump of lipids, carbohydrates, proteins etcetera. I was rather tempted to continue walking for a little more but I guess my desire to get at least a C was quite strong afterall, even through I tried to convince myself the getting a Gold this year isn't important as long as I survive (and as you can see, I failed to convince myself). It was about this round and the previous one that Moira reminded me about mo4 xie3, and I think it was this round that she recited 'lao3 ren2 yao2 le yao2 tou2...'...
Sixth Round: 15:15 END
Walked for almost two thirds of the round. Too fatigued to do much but walk in what I felt was a rather brisk manner. When you're exhausted, any manner of movement feels like its too much for your strained body to handle...I walked even until the basketball court, where 308 resided (playing basketball?). ChunHui tried to get me to run but I kinda felt like falling over when she pushed me behind my back because my legs are almost too weak to support me. Then Moira approached me and urged me on to run, reminding me that my glasses were falling off my nose (an insignificant detail unless you consider my eyesight's badness) and AY was telling me that I've always wanted an A so I should push myself (even though I never wanted an A for 2.4 but for 1.6...). With all those people trying to get me to run, how could I not? So I sprinted. Really sprinted. I surpassed Evangeline (resident Netball player) and her partner and 'fell' down the slope, running like hell to the finishing point where I heard my timing and was filled with joy and gladness that I had gotten my Gold.
Praise be to God.
Ah. The joys of being Christian. Everything just seems to turn out right. I got a nice grade for Biology, 33/39 (I think) when only a few people got 30+. I also got a rather nice grade for Social Studies A.A. (yesterday) with 13.5/16, though where the hell that 0.5 came from I don't know. You know, I'm actually really really pleased with myself for the SS AA because I made the most significant contribution to the entire powerpoint! MUAHAHAHAHA! DROWN IN MY EGO! Okay, I must also acknowledge ShuYing who did just about as much as me. Phoebe didn't contribute at all and I think she was not included as part of the group...if only she had just sent something she could have gotten the grade! Why didn't she do anything????
I actually feel that God is being a little too nice to me. My deskmate studied very hard for all her exams but she didn't do as well as I did in some. I didn't study much for my exams at all, so I'm really quite baffled as to why I got better grades. I mean, God isn't supposed to be biased like this, right? Well, that's the perks of being Christian for you. Though maybe, I'm just a natural genius! *literally sees readers going: 'Yeah, right' sarcastically*
Anyway, after PE was recess, in which I sweated all throughout and I imagine I have a very nice shiny sheen on my skin all over my body as I fell gratefully onto the canteen seat, trying to gulp as much water as possible in one go. After a very long (15min) rest on the seat I finally decided to get something to eat. Since I didn't have money with me I asked Jana for some to buy a banana. I've heard it replenishes energy quickly.
On the way to the store to buy the banana I felt dizzy and uncomfortable, like there was something wrong with my stomach. While standing in line to buy the banana there were many times I felt like keeling over and puking. What was worse was that the people in front of me took a very long time to purchase their food and get their change so by the time I got to the counter I probably looked like death reincarnate. I picked up a banana (tried to get the biggest one that didn't seem too rotten) and paid the nice lady, who returned me 10 cents so now I know that a banana costs 30 cents. Hm, I thought it cost 40 cents...
Anyway, on wobbly feet and hunched back, I made my way very tediously back to my seat and collapsed onto it, returning Jana the 10 cents, peeling open my banana and eyeing it like a stalker would its victim. I finished the banana in a few seconds and was still covered in a nice sheen of shiny sweat. After sitting and moping around for another few more minutes I went back up to class, where I fell onto my seat and sat like a statue, talking being the only exercise done.
I conversed a little with Rachel, who told me that after I left her in my 'dust' she followed what I did, so she stopped when I stopped and she ran when I ran. In the end she got a C too. She was always a certain distance away from me, not much more nor much less. I guess in a way I did help her pace...O.o
Before recess ended I changed into my blouse in the toilet and then sat in my seat again to try to dry off my sweat. Only when recess neared its end did I pull my pinafore (very painstakingly since my arms were sore as well) over my head, gathered my Chinese stuff and left the class for Express Chinese, walking very unsteadily and with a very light head.
I recovered most of my strength in Chinese class (oddly enough...) and I had great fun talking to AY and Moira during Chinese...even though I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to do that. Ah wall, rules are made to be broken...so says the person who follows school rules (other than hair) like I would a manga I love a lot, which is to say, quite closely.
Following Chinese was assembly, where there was a fairly interesting 'skit' by the Science RA students (year 4) which incorporated a few Sciences and concepts. Quite intersting, really, if only they didn't make King Argon look so ugly. King Argon was mine first before it was theirs! Argon should only wear simple cloaks and not ones with golden edges and looking like they were made of spun white gold! King Argon has red hair, not black! King Argon is cool, not lame!
They really ruined Argon this time...
After assembly was Social Studies where the rest of the groups who haven't presented their AAs presented their AAs. The AA has a time limit of 5 minutes, even though Mr. Lim (that is, my SS teacher) doesn't really know why since the groups will be graded on content not presentation and even if the group exceeded the time he would take a look at the slides which have yet to be shown and then grade accordingly.
Math was rather okay, but I felt that Ms. Tan was too fast. I could barely catch up, not that I could usually catch up anyway.
Then ShuYing and I had lunch. Well, ShuYing had a packet of Iced Lemon Tea while I ate the sandwhiches I was supposed to have eaten for recess but was too tired to go up, get them and come back down again to consume them as eating them in class would be 'illegal', so to speak.
We then boarded 105 and went home. ShuYing got off at Toa Payoh Station while I remained on the bus, doing my Math homework...
Lots of PTs this time and quite a bit of homework too. Cross your fingers and hope I don't stress myself out, unless you want me dead.
This has got to be the longest post in a really long time, but I hope it doesn't put you off. *"sweet" smile*
And so into the dark abyss he fell, losing all sense of direction and feeling a disturbing drowsiness overtake his consciousness. There was nothing to grab on to for comfort, just an unending darkness swirling, swirling.
You'd be glad to know that I have once again updated this dead blog (oh, the sarcasm...).
Anyway.
I had my 2.4km run today, and I'm pretty satisfied with my results, to say the least.
Yes, I know what I got is a fail at male standards. I mean, why the hell are their standards for Standing Board Jump and 2.4km Run so damned high anyway? I really have to give it to the guys who actually survived their NAPFA tests...
2.4km Run
15:15 (mm:ss)
Female Standard (15): C [15:11-16:10]
Male Standard (15): FAIL. [<14:40]
Man. I can't believe it. 5 seconds less and I would have gotten a B...darn. That aside, I shall chronicle my time along the track while 'running' the 2.4km run (which was not much of a run at all) and maybe some Ihours beforeI (modulus this, which would mean I might talk about my entire day. =)).
It was a bright and sunny day and the birds were chirping happily. The blue ones were huge and round and had small yellow beaks which produced high pitch tweets while the red ones were nice and slim with long black hooked beaks and their voices were shrill. Their piercing eyes were the first thing I noticed when I woke up, and they were also the last thing I noticed before I fell into a swirling abyss of ooblack and lightblubs...
NOOOOOOOOO! NOT THAT ONE! DON'T LOOK! THAT'S MY ESSAY FROM TWENTY YEARS BACK!
Wait...was I even alive 20 years ago? *sigh* This talk is confusing me so I shall just tell that what you just saw was highly classified and should not be redistributed/released in any form. Thank you a whole bunch. Of course, I'm not even entertaining the idea that anyone would like to redistribute this piece of...crap.
So my day begins here.
I woke up in bed at 05:45 with a cramp in the muscle on my left leg opposite of the calf (forgive my apparently lack of knowledge of human anatomy) and thought that I was going to DIE and FAIL my 2.4, which I obviously didn't but when you wake up you tend to let your thoughts run wild, though I never made it a point to reign them all in in the afternoons or evenings anyway.
The cramp was still present when I boarded the school bus where I fell asleep for an hour hoping very badly that the cramp will disappear by the time the 1 hour bus ride to school (and on the way picking up other students) was over. Turns out it was gone when I got off the bus.
Praise the Lord!
Okay, back to the story. Since PE was first block I was horrified and terrified and scared stiff that I would be half awake during the 2.4, which, of course, is as unlikely as clouds would turn into cotton candy and lemon gumdrops would fall like the monsoon rain from the sudden green sky, but yes, being quite sleepy does this to you.
Oh, I do need to mention something. On the supposed day of the 2.4km run it rained halfway through the run (of the first half of the class, of which I am not part of since I'm register 30 so yippee for me) hence the run was cancelled and we were all told to go home. Needless to say we were very, very happy. Well, I was, anyway. I'm pretty sure that the people who had ran halfway were rather pissed.
The 2.4km run was therefore postponed. We got intelligence (yes, you didn't read wrongly, it's intelligence, not information, since RGSS is secretly a spy school and all students are required to put to use basic spy vocabulary) that our 2.4km run (which is supposed to test our ability to keep up with the strict regime of the spy course) will be conducted during the next PE lesson.
Of course, being the secret spy school of the century that only the most elite assassins and stealth personels may gain entrance to, PE is just a code for 'Physical Endurance' which all students of the school have to take part in so the trainers (in layman's terms, teachers, or as we amateur spies say, spartan instructors) can decide who to kick out of the school should there be another economic downturn and the need to retrench recruits arises.
That being said, the juniors (year 3s) and seniors (year 4s) are less likely to be forced to leave due to the fact that the school doesn't want us disseminating valuable intelligence that we've accumulated in our time in the school due to personal grudges and such.
I have decided that, for the better good of the world, I have to tell others about what we learn in school.
Mathematics is a cover up for lessons teaching us how to document classified information, write in code and organise files in a way that makes no sense to outsiders. This seems rather pointless until your home gets raided for being connected to the school.
Language classes include sign language and lip-reading and learning of foreign languages. Useful things to learn, especially when spying on trainers to find out more about their personal lives (in other words, stalking, or, more nicely stated, practicing our stealth)
Physics teaches us how to accurately shoot projectiles and how to use illusions to fool our enemies. The trainers are being unfair by not letting us test our our newfound knowledge on them. They always seem to fool us first.
Chemistry brings us closer to the mechanics of various bombs and also poisons such as Arsenic which we find very useful in eliminating adversaries (especially really annoying trainers).
Biology is spent memorising the human anatomy and which parts are more prone to damage and hurt more (useful tip for women: a man's downstairs tends to hurt really badly if you kick it)
History lessons are filled with the history of spy techniques and also where we indulge in rusted shurikens and darts. We like to try to kill the trainer when he/she says: All shurikens to me. The trainer, of course, never dies. The most severe case was comatose but he'll probably recover...
Geography gives us basic information of enemy grounds and also helps us train our perception and observational skills in planning escape routes. Rather boring class but comes in handy when emergency escape needs to be employed.
Literature isn't of much use but it does come in handy when trying to forge letters with a convincing tone of voice...
Area Studies is exactly what it implies, study of the area and places where we can exploit (like jungles can be used as natural cover).
Philosophy deals not so much with useless ponderings but more with psychology so we can predict our enemy's movements, launch counter attacks and become the next L (from Death Note). Trainers are all Lights which we must eliminate without haste.
Research Studies is just an excuse for the trainers to slack off a little and make us look up on the target (areas) ourselves. Certain students use this time to test their 'research results' on the trainers. Those who get caught tend to end up being sent into unknown territories to test the waters.
Aesthetics translates into designing our own clothes that best fit our body type and allow greater flexibility, learning to fake artworks, trying out various combinations to see what would produce deadly foods etc. Everybody loves this class because we like to put these deadly concoctions into our trainer's food.
Our principle was an ex-student of the school, likely threatened by the previous principle into taking up the job because nobody wanted to due to the inevitable death threats and attempts on their lives.
HOLD YOUR HORSES. Let me make something clear. RGSS is NOT a spy school and lessons are normal, if not on the slightly advanced side. I don't know what strange spirit took over me but I shall continue from where I left off...now come to think of it, where did I leave off?
Ah well. Let's just start anywhere.
So because the 2.4km run was postponed to the next PE lesson (which, by the way, stands for Physical Education, not Physical Endurance) and that 'next PE lesson' was the first block today, I was scared quite stiff, which really isn't all that stiff but compared to my usual blob-of-jelly posture I'd say yeah, I was very stiff.
Then came PE. We each got partners to watch our for. I 'choped' ShuYing and Rachel (Sim) got Jana. Both ShuYing and Jana ran first while Rachel and I sat one a small plot of the track that was...how would you say...tangent to the running area? Ah whatever. It was the little strip of straight track bits that extened from the straight part of the track and totally 'sidetracked' from the curving track. It was the one near the Squash courts (or haunted toilets, if you prefer).
So I got really pumped up watching the first group run, and was utterly in awe of Celeste who, even after running a few rounds (we were supposed to run 5 2/3 rounds since the track had a weird length...) still had more than enough energy to give us, the 'bystanders', a smile and a wave effortlessly. How the hell does she do that? She completed the race in 11+ minutes and just walked off the track like she had been doing stretches instead of running 2.4km...
Anyway, ShuYing was quite a good runner. She also got C. =) I couldn't see the fatigue in her though when she passed. I'm thinking she must have quite good endurance.
Then, when everybody from the first group had finished running, it was my (well, our) turn to run. I could feel my legs trembling beneath me...><
First Round: 01:30+
It was quite okay, I felt like I was sprinting more than jogging and I wasn't that much out of breath. I was supposed to be running (read pacing) with Rachel but I somehow just got ahead of her. If I should hazard a guess it would probably be somewhere near the downward slope, and at the downward slope I kind of let myself fall as always and that's usually where I'm faster than usual. I like that part. It always (well, usuallly) makes me feel like I'm flying whenever I 'fall' down the slope. Nice feeling when I don't have to really propel myself forward or anything. I was rather glad with my timing. It wasn't too bad, I guess, for someone with stamina like mine and who completely hates running long distance. I love 10x4 Shuttle Run, see. I get very nice timings for that, completely surpassing A by what, almost a second?
Second Round: 03:40+
Getting out of breath, even though I know I can make it to 7 minutes of jogging non-stop without dying. Since I was wearing the nice sports shoes I got end of last year and wore it now for the 2.4 (since my usual school shoe's sole is kinda flat now) I think I was quite a bit brisker than I would be if I was just running normally without the shoes with tapered toes. I just checked it out though, if we're running long distance the taper shouldn't be too much...ah well. Nevermind. 308 was at the basketball courts and my frieds from there cheered me on. =) They kinda kept talking about useless things like everyday stuff but even so it made my heart lighter to know that there is someone (or somemany) there by my side to cheer for me as I go through hard times (but they aren't, though).
Third Round: 05:50+ (I think)
Dying. Don't know why even though I've only ran for 5+ minutes. Anyway, this was when I started entertaining thoughts of walking or slowly down a whole lot until I'm almost walking. I didn't, in the end, because I was thinking: If I slow down now, I can't slow down later! And since I know I just have to slow down at the end since my stamina drains really quickly, I ran the whole round. =) I'm really glad that the 308 people (mainly AnYan, Moira, Melissa, ChunHui, and perhaps some others whom I cannot rememeber) at the basketball court cheered me on 'cuz I really needed it to keep going and not break down like an unoiled machinery a few hundred years old.
Fourth Round: 08:10+ (I think)
I walked about the first third of the round. I tired myself out by running instead of jogging, see. I am just silly that way, and also silly now for chronicling such insignificant details. I started walking right after I completed the round so I was in full view of my classmates who were trying to get me to run instead of walk. I remember I only wanted to walk for a little bit before I ran again but I somehow only re-ran once I've almost gotten to the sheltered 'bridge' between J block and H block (or something). I only noticed the blue markers on the ground and started running again. Oh yeah, when I started running again I couldn't feel my legs, until a few seconds later when the pain comes back again. I apparently strained myself too much.
Fifth Round: 11:...something
This time I walked almost half the round (re-ran where the track bends round the corner around J block and enters the basketball court area). What can I say? An exhausted person is a person who needs to rest unless he/she would rather crumple to the floor in a little lump of lipids, carbohydrates, proteins etcetera. I was rather tempted to continue walking for a little more but I guess my desire to get at least a C was quite strong afterall, even through I tried to convince myself the getting a Gold this year isn't important as long as I survive (and as you can see, I failed to convince myself). It was about this round and the previous one that Moira reminded me about mo4 xie3, and I think it was this round that she recited 'lao3 ren2 yao2 le yao2 tou2...'...
Sixth Round: 15:15 END
Walked for almost two thirds of the round. Too fatigued to do much but walk in what I felt was a rather brisk manner. When you're exhausted, any manner of movement feels like its too much for your strained body to handle...I walked even until the basketball court, where 308 resided (playing basketball?). ChunHui tried to get me to run but I kinda felt like falling over when she pushed me behind my back because my legs are almost too weak to support me. Then Moira approached me and urged me on to run, reminding me that my glasses were falling off my nose (an insignificant detail unless you consider my eyesight's badness) and AY was telling me that I've always wanted an A so I should push myself (even though I never wanted an A for 2.4 but for 1.6...). With all those people trying to get me to run, how could I not? So I sprinted. Really sprinted. I surpassed Evangeline (resident Netball player) and her partner and 'fell' down the slope, running like hell to the finishing point where I heard my timing and was filled with joy and gladness that I had gotten my Gold.
Praise be to God.
Ah. The joys of being Christian. Everything just seems to turn out right. I got a nice grade for Biology, 33/39 (I think) when only a few people got 30+. I also got a rather nice grade for Social Studies A.A. (yesterday) with 13.5/16, though where the hell that 0.5 came from I don't know. You know, I'm actually really really pleased with myself for the SS AA because I made the most significant contribution to the entire powerpoint! MUAHAHAHAHA! DROWN IN MY EGO! Okay, I must also acknowledge ShuYing who did just about as much as me. Phoebe didn't contribute at all and I think she was not included as part of the group...if only she had just sent something she could have gotten the grade! Why didn't she do anything????
I actually feel that God is being a little too nice to me. My deskmate studied very hard for all her exams but she didn't do as well as I did in some. I didn't study much for my exams at all, so I'm really quite baffled as to why I got better grades. I mean, God isn't supposed to be biased like this, right? Well, that's the perks of being Christian for you. Though maybe, I'm just a natural genius! *literally sees readers going: 'Yeah, right' sarcastically*
Anyway, after PE was recess, in which I sweated all throughout and I imagine I have a very nice shiny sheen on my skin all over my body as I fell gratefully onto the canteen seat, trying to gulp as much water as possible in one go. After a very long (15min) rest on the seat I finally decided to get something to eat. Since I didn't have money with me I asked Jana for some to buy a banana. I've heard it replenishes energy quickly.
On the way to the store to buy the banana I felt dizzy and uncomfortable, like there was something wrong with my stomach. While standing in line to buy the banana there were many times I felt like keeling over and puking. What was worse was that the people in front of me took a very long time to purchase their food and get their change so by the time I got to the counter I probably looked like death reincarnate. I picked up a banana (tried to get the biggest one that didn't seem too rotten) and paid the nice lady, who returned me 10 cents so now I know that a banana costs 30 cents. Hm, I thought it cost 40 cents...
Anyway, on wobbly feet and hunched back, I made my way very tediously back to my seat and collapsed onto it, returning Jana the 10 cents, peeling open my banana and eyeing it like a stalker would its victim. I finished the banana in a few seconds and was still covered in a nice sheen of shiny sweat. After sitting and moping around for another few more minutes I went back up to class, where I fell onto my seat and sat like a statue, talking being the only exercise done.
I conversed a little with Rachel, who told me that after I left her in my 'dust' she followed what I did, so she stopped when I stopped and she ran when I ran. In the end she got a C too. She was always a certain distance away from me, not much more nor much less. I guess in a way I did help her pace...O.o
Before recess ended I changed into my blouse in the toilet and then sat in my seat again to try to dry off my sweat. Only when recess neared its end did I pull my pinafore (very painstakingly since my arms were sore as well) over my head, gathered my Chinese stuff and left the class for Express Chinese, walking very unsteadily and with a very light head.
I recovered most of my strength in Chinese class (oddly enough...) and I had great fun talking to AY and Moira during Chinese...even though I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to do that. Ah wall, rules are made to be broken...so says the person who follows school rules (other than hair) like I would a manga I love a lot, which is to say, quite closely.
Following Chinese was assembly, where there was a fairly interesting 'skit' by the Science RA students (year 4) which incorporated a few Sciences and concepts. Quite intersting, really, if only they didn't make King Argon look so ugly. King Argon was mine first before it was theirs! Argon should only wear simple cloaks and not ones with golden edges and looking like they were made of spun white gold! King Argon has red hair, not black! King Argon is cool, not lame!
They really ruined Argon this time...
After assembly was Social Studies where the rest of the groups who haven't presented their AAs presented their AAs. The AA has a time limit of 5 minutes, even though Mr. Lim (that is, my SS teacher) doesn't really know why since the groups will be graded on content not presentation and even if the group exceeded the time he would take a look at the slides which have yet to be shown and then grade accordingly.
Math was rather okay, but I felt that Ms. Tan was too fast. I could barely catch up, not that I could usually catch up anyway.
Then ShuYing and I had lunch. Well, ShuYing had a packet of Iced Lemon Tea while I ate the sandwhiches I was supposed to have eaten for recess but was too tired to go up, get them and come back down again to consume them as eating them in class would be 'illegal', so to speak.
We then boarded 105 and went home. ShuYing got off at Toa Payoh Station while I remained on the bus, doing my Math homework...
Lots of PTs this time and quite a bit of homework too. Cross your fingers and hope I don't stress myself out, unless you want me dead.
This has got to be the longest post in a really long time, but I hope it doesn't put you off. *"sweet" smile*
And so into the dark abyss he fell, losing all sense of direction and feeling a disturbing drowsiness overtake his consciousness. There was nothing to grab on to for comfort, just an unending darkness swirling, swirling.
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
Argon Silas Raidon Thaladore
Let me introduce you to the king of my kingdom (well, duh, else it wouldn't be called a kingdom), Argon S.R. Thaladore, 19. His name is too long so I shortened it. =) His red, shoulder length hair is slightly wavy and stylishly messy (insouciant, was it? I came across the word in a handout during English lesson and the teacher explained it). He has a beauty mark under his left eye and a very, very strict looking face.
On the inside he is rather kind, unlike the seeming scary expression he wears all the time. He grew up an orphan because his parents (were assumed to have) died during the Christmas Massacre when he was 5, leaving him in the hands of his (very) creepy guardian, Arsenic (to be discussed in later posts). Because of this he pays particular attention to the orphans in his kingdom, although he is supposed to be paying equal attention to everybody.
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Labour Day (01 May) I went with my family to East Coast Park (ECP) to cycle. We didn't cycle much, just 1 hour when we came back to the qiosk. The ride back was TIRING. It was apparently upslope, that or I'm just getting old. It was quite calming, but there were times when a bunch of slow people are in front of me and I have to cut through them, and I'm not too confident in my bike maneuvering skills, though I enjoy taking sharp turns.
My sister went off to who knows where so my father and to go look for her. When he got her to our rendezvous, my mother suggested my father go get the food from the car boot, so he did. He came back a while later, and I finished a packet of green tea in 10 seconds. New record. =) I kept complaining that my family's hands weren't clean when they picked up the food, so I took it upon myself to give them the food (since my hands were definitely clean). They told me I was a lot like the 2nd daughter from the 19:00 channel 8 show. lol. I guess I am. =)
What's wrong with being hygienic anyway?
We then cycled to McDonalds and my mum and I went to get the originally-50-cents-but-now-70-cents ice cream. Got 3, but then my sister suddenly said that she didn't want it. My parents were rather displeased, but they ate the 3rd ice cream themselves, in the end. My brother and I had one each, and I was the slowest eater. Lol.
We turned the bikes in (wow, sounds like we handed them over to the police) and had dinner in some place near AMK Hub that sold Penang food. Food took really long to come, though. My father got so annoyed he cancelled his order. The cendol was fantastic (lol, random).
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You know, when you are very stressed, it seems as if you have a damn lot of time? That's what I'm feeling now.
I have:
1) Social Studies AA
2) Physics PT (due T2 Wk09)
3) Chemistry PT (to be given out soon, due T2Wk10)
Although I don't feel like doing any now...so I found something on AY's blog to have some 'fun' with...well, we shall begin.
RULES:
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, mp3 player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
5. Tag 15 friends
6. Everyone tagged have to do same thing
7. Have Fun!
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Petrified by Fort Minor
Oh...wow. I'm mortified... Gee, I feel great.
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
And One by Linkin Park
...WHAT? Honestly, this makes absolutely no sense. I don't even look for a guy/girl, what's the point?
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Center, Exercise 6: Soute (Girls)
Soute = Jumps. I feel jumpy? Lol. But seriously, I really hate exercises...
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Assessment, Exercise 2: Foot Exercise
Ah hah, assessments...right, my foot.
...
That wasn't meant to be a pun...
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Diry Little Secret by The All-American Rejects
Wouldn't you like to know? =)
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Exercise 11: Grand Battement en Cloche
If I remember correctly, battement = to beat, cloche = bell...aaaaaaaaand, I have no idea what this means. Anyway, this might actually give me an idea for Physics PT...
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Macy's Day Parade by Green Day
O.o My parents aren't gonna die anytime soon...I hope. Anyway, song's about wanting different things from when you were young, I guess it's true. When I was a kid (not that I'm not still) what I wanted was lots and lots of toys. Now I'd be really, really happy if I got a confirmation that my parents won't be dying anytime soon...
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Once by Nightwish
Um...once? I do think a lot about things that keep going round and round it circles. Like on the bus I'll be thinking "Hm, why do I keep thinking about what I am thinking?" then it leads to "I realise I do think about these kind of things a lot" then going on to "Why do I keep thinking about what I am thinking?". Yup. It's a vicious cycle, but nothing to do with 'once'.
WHAT IS 2+2?
Reborn! Shinu ki Time by...some KHR person
This would first require me to know what 'Shinu ki Time' means, but I'll just go with 'dying will time', I guess. Um...requires my dying will to answer? Dang, that makes me sound stupid...
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Center, Exercise: Reverence
Well, good day to you. In ballet terms (French, I think), reverence = closing, I think, but I went to check the net on what it means in English, it turns out reverence = respect. Well, I currently don't really have a best friend to respect, but I have many good friends! Take AY, who I guess I would be promoting to best friend any time soon due to 1) lack of competition (ex-best friend is rare to come by now, hardly see her) 2) we just click! 3) we have overcome adversities together! ...well, technically, it was alone, actually, but whatever.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
She by Green Day
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'M NOT A LESBIAN! I'M A CHRISTIAN, REMEMBER??? Not that I have any body in particular that I like in that way currently...although I suppose I do quite prefer effeminate male designs in MANGA than the tough men...somehow they're just cooler...with a few exceptions (like Argon, my own original element character, who is decidedly NOT girly in any fashion except for hairstyle)
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Exercise 10: Petit Retire and Glisse
Gee, I'm getting tired of all these ballet exercises. Maybe I should just delete the tracks from my library... anyway, petit = small, retire (rer-tee-ray) = a postion where the toes of the working leg are under the knee of the supporting leg, and where the knee of the working leg is turned out, glisse = ...well, I don't know how to explain this one. Go ask someone who learns French.
...
Soooo, my life story is small, not too high either, and...moving? That's weird. Does small = short? Does not too high refer to my height? Does...moving refer to the emotional touchingness (lol) of my life story?
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Assessment, Exercise 6: Plies
Plies (plee-ace) = bends. Ugh. Another exercise...I don't want to be a bend when I grow up, you know...whatever that means.
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE
Broken Vow by Josh Groban
The first proper song in so long! Well, if I so happen to have a person I like somewhere in the not so near future, I'll remember this... and never get attached at all! MUAHAHAHAHA! Of course, this kind of divining that seems to hint at a very lousy marriage may actually be false, but why not heed the advice? I could do without men (no, I will not do with a woman either, I'm straight...wait, actually, I have no preference, I don't wish to be involved with ANYBODY except GOD).
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
How He Loves by Josh Mark McMillan
Before you say anything, this is a Christian song. I guess my parents think I'm being blessed by God's love. Whoopee for me! Let's cross our fingers and hope this is true, and not just a figment of their thinking, though I'm not sure crossing fingers help any.
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
QWERTY by Linkin Park
Lol, this will be a very strange dance to dance to if you're not doing Hip Hop or something similar...well, whatever, it is unlikely that I will be having a wedding in the first place, although QWERTY will be something really cool to dance to, that is if I haven't become too stiff...
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
I Can Wait Forever by Simple Plan
I feel really touched. =) Well then, die sooner, you'll be able to see me sooner (from a soul's own perspective) if you do so, since I guess you will feel as if no time is passing between the time you die and the time Jesus comes to retrieve the souls for judgement. This song is about longing, about how being apart from someone you love pains you so much your heart feels like it could stop beating. =) I am touched.
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Time Is Running Out by Muse
It certainly is, isn't it? Especially when you spend 3 hrs on one piece of work and it is still incomplete, not to mention it is only the line art. Also, I "won't let you murder" my passion for drawing, no matter how many art teachers tell me that Manga is NOT art. "I tried to give it up/ But I'm addicted". Well, what can I say? I really do love drawing Manga, which, by the way, has gotten much better over the 2 1/2 years since I graduated from Rosyth.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Supermassive Black Hole by Muse
Lol. They're just sucking me up and pulling me into their crazy world. That I agree. =) Can't help but want to know more about the crazy lives they lead.
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
If I Ain't Got You by...dunno who. It's from some collection.
Unless this applies to my family, my close friends and God, it is really unlikely that this would be the worst thing that could happen to me. Of course, none of them would be reading this right now so I'll just say straight out to readers: Not having you is not going to be much of a problem. My blog was never popular in the first place.
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Face Down (acoustic) by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
That'll be...rather dramatic... I prefer the face to be seen in Mangas, though. I love this song. I don't know why, but I get this image of a red and black, gothic scene where it is really creepy and lonely. I don't know why I like this song because I prefer not to be in a creepy place all alone but...well, that's just me, you know. A hypocrite.
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Exercise 11: Battement Fondu (Boys)
Ah well. I never did this exercise anyway (it says 'boys', see). Nothing to regret, nothing to regret...just perhaps that I should have enjoyed my trip to Europe better...aren't you in awe that I'm still mulling over my trip to Europe 4-5 months ago?
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Track 17 by dunno who, track title unknown as well
Well, that certainly cracks me up that the song has no title. It also cracks me up that the song sounds like something that could come from Hawaii and from some blond guy's mouth in the 1960s-1980s...
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Romance by My Chemical Romance
Whoopee, another lonely sounding song that I love but can't figure out why. It does sound sad, thought, lots of regret. I see a person crying in the rain with some hollow music playing in the background as tears fall on rusted iron grounds. I can see a person walking though a narrow passage in an empty city, where the passing wind sends shivers down your spine and chills you all over. The stones are hard and hot, the place is deserted and flying sand bits sting every patch of exposed skin, walls are made of crumbling clay and remnants of a civilisation, abandoned clothes in tatters hang on rotting wooden poles flapping desolantly in the crimson red skyline. The world is now a patch of nothing, and you are the only survivor left. A sad hymm you play fills your ears as you try to imitate the sounds of festivity, but you fail terribly, memories of disasters and heatwaves, lava streams and screaming people, ideas of watching vultures attack your mind, and you collapse on the ground, weeping, sobbing, and dying.
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Exercise 5: Rond de Jambe Atere
Another exercise...darn. Nothing interesting. Makes no sense whatsoever.
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Track 7 by unknown person from unknown album
Wow, I'm so afraid. Bully for me. FEAR ME! MUAHAHAHAHA!
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Center, Exercise 6: Petit Allegro
Small, quick lively movements. Nope, doesn't answer the question at all, not that I'm hoping to get an answer in the first place...ugh.
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Track 4 by unknown person from unknown album.
I give up. I'm getting a new song....
Adia by unknown artist
Well, Adia is a nice name. Maybe I'll change Argon's middle name. =)
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Concierto de Aranjeuz by Rodrigo
Ouch. Can a concert hurt? Wait, that's not exactly a concert, is it? Some sort of performance? I know it's not English...and that's helping me a whole lot (I can practically see sarcasm dripping from my lips).
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Thank You for the Venom by My Chemical Romance
Ooh, good idea. A dark song. I love dark songs!
On the inside he is rather kind, unlike the seeming scary expression he wears all the time. He grew up an orphan because his parents (were assumed to have) died during the Christmas Massacre when he was 5, leaving him in the hands of his (very) creepy guardian, Arsenic (to be discussed in later posts). Because of this he pays particular attention to the orphans in his kingdom, although he is supposed to be paying equal attention to everybody.
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Labour Day (01 May) I went with my family to East Coast Park (ECP) to cycle. We didn't cycle much, just 1 hour when we came back to the qiosk. The ride back was TIRING. It was apparently upslope, that or I'm just getting old. It was quite calming, but there were times when a bunch of slow people are in front of me and I have to cut through them, and I'm not too confident in my bike maneuvering skills, though I enjoy taking sharp turns.
My sister went off to who knows where so my father and to go look for her. When he got her to our rendezvous, my mother suggested my father go get the food from the car boot, so he did. He came back a while later, and I finished a packet of green tea in 10 seconds. New record. =) I kept complaining that my family's hands weren't clean when they picked up the food, so I took it upon myself to give them the food (since my hands were definitely clean). They told me I was a lot like the 2nd daughter from the 19:00 channel 8 show. lol. I guess I am. =)
What's wrong with being hygienic anyway?
We then cycled to McDonalds and my mum and I went to get the originally-50-cents-but-now-70-cents ice cream. Got 3, but then my sister suddenly said that she didn't want it. My parents were rather displeased, but they ate the 3rd ice cream themselves, in the end. My brother and I had one each, and I was the slowest eater. Lol.
We turned the bikes in (wow, sounds like we handed them over to the police) and had dinner in some place near AMK Hub that sold Penang food. Food took really long to come, though. My father got so annoyed he cancelled his order. The cendol was fantastic (lol, random).
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You know, when you are very stressed, it seems as if you have a damn lot of time? That's what I'm feeling now.
I have:
1) Social Studies AA
2) Physics PT (due T2 Wk09)
3) Chemistry PT (to be given out soon, due T2Wk10)
Although I don't feel like doing any now...so I found something on AY's blog to have some 'fun' with...well, we shall begin.
RULES:
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, mp3 player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
5. Tag 15 friends
6. Everyone tagged have to do same thing
7. Have Fun!
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Petrified by Fort Minor
Oh...wow. I'm mortified... Gee, I feel great.
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
And One by Linkin Park
...WHAT? Honestly, this makes absolutely no sense. I don't even look for a guy/girl, what's the point?
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Center, Exercise 6: Soute (Girls)
Soute = Jumps. I feel jumpy? Lol. But seriously, I really hate exercises...
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Assessment, Exercise 2: Foot Exercise
Ah hah, assessments...right, my foot.
...
That wasn't meant to be a pun...
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Diry Little Secret by The All-American Rejects
Wouldn't you like to know? =)
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Exercise 11: Grand Battement en Cloche
If I remember correctly, battement = to beat, cloche = bell...aaaaaaaaand, I have no idea what this means. Anyway, this might actually give me an idea for Physics PT...
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Macy's Day Parade by Green Day
O.o My parents aren't gonna die anytime soon...I hope. Anyway, song's about wanting different things from when you were young, I guess it's true. When I was a kid (not that I'm not still) what I wanted was lots and lots of toys. Now I'd be really, really happy if I got a confirmation that my parents won't be dying anytime soon...
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Once by Nightwish
Um...once? I do think a lot about things that keep going round and round it circles. Like on the bus I'll be thinking "Hm, why do I keep thinking about what I am thinking?" then it leads to "I realise I do think about these kind of things a lot" then going on to "Why do I keep thinking about what I am thinking?". Yup. It's a vicious cycle, but nothing to do with 'once'.
WHAT IS 2+2?
Reborn! Shinu ki Time by...some KHR person
This would first require me to know what 'Shinu ki Time' means, but I'll just go with 'dying will time', I guess. Um...requires my dying will to answer? Dang, that makes me sound stupid...
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Center, Exercise: Reverence
Well, good day to you. In ballet terms (French, I think), reverence = closing, I think, but I went to check the net on what it means in English, it turns out reverence = respect. Well, I currently don't really have a best friend to respect, but I have many good friends! Take AY, who I guess I would be promoting to best friend any time soon due to 1) lack of competition (ex-best friend is rare to come by now, hardly see her) 2) we just click! 3) we have overcome adversities together! ...well, technically, it was alone, actually, but whatever.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
She by Green Day
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'M NOT A LESBIAN! I'M A CHRISTIAN, REMEMBER??? Not that I have any body in particular that I like in that way currently...although I suppose I do quite prefer effeminate male designs in MANGA than the tough men...somehow they're just cooler...with a few exceptions (like Argon, my own original element character, who is decidedly NOT girly in any fashion except for hairstyle)
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Exercise 10: Petit Retire and Glisse
Gee, I'm getting tired of all these ballet exercises. Maybe I should just delete the tracks from my library... anyway, petit = small, retire (rer-tee-ray) = a postion where the toes of the working leg are under the knee of the supporting leg, and where the knee of the working leg is turned out, glisse = ...well, I don't know how to explain this one. Go ask someone who learns French.
...
Soooo, my life story is small, not too high either, and...moving? That's weird. Does small = short? Does not too high refer to my height? Does...moving refer to the emotional touchingness (lol) of my life story?
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Assessment, Exercise 6: Plies
Plies (plee-ace) = bends. Ugh. Another exercise...I don't want to be a bend when I grow up, you know...whatever that means.
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE
Broken Vow by Josh Groban
The first proper song in so long! Well, if I so happen to have a person I like somewhere in the not so near future, I'll remember this... and never get attached at all! MUAHAHAHAHA! Of course, this kind of divining that seems to hint at a very lousy marriage may actually be false, but why not heed the advice? I could do without men (no, I will not do with a woman either, I'm straight...wait, actually, I have no preference, I don't wish to be involved with ANYBODY except GOD).
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
How He Loves by Josh Mark McMillan
Before you say anything, this is a Christian song. I guess my parents think I'm being blessed by God's love. Whoopee for me! Let's cross our fingers and hope this is true, and not just a figment of their thinking, though I'm not sure crossing fingers help any.
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
QWERTY by Linkin Park
Lol, this will be a very strange dance to dance to if you're not doing Hip Hop or something similar...well, whatever, it is unlikely that I will be having a wedding in the first place, although QWERTY will be something really cool to dance to, that is if I haven't become too stiff...
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
I Can Wait Forever by Simple Plan
I feel really touched. =) Well then, die sooner, you'll be able to see me sooner (from a soul's own perspective) if you do so, since I guess you will feel as if no time is passing between the time you die and the time Jesus comes to retrieve the souls for judgement. This song is about longing, about how being apart from someone you love pains you so much your heart feels like it could stop beating. =) I am touched.
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Time Is Running Out by Muse
It certainly is, isn't it? Especially when you spend 3 hrs on one piece of work and it is still incomplete, not to mention it is only the line art. Also, I "won't let you murder" my passion for drawing, no matter how many art teachers tell me that Manga is NOT art. "I tried to give it up/ But I'm addicted". Well, what can I say? I really do love drawing Manga, which, by the way, has gotten much better over the 2 1/2 years since I graduated from Rosyth.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Supermassive Black Hole by Muse
Lol. They're just sucking me up and pulling me into their crazy world. That I agree. =) Can't help but want to know more about the crazy lives they lead.
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
If I Ain't Got You by...dunno who. It's from some collection.
Unless this applies to my family, my close friends and God, it is really unlikely that this would be the worst thing that could happen to me. Of course, none of them would be reading this right now so I'll just say straight out to readers: Not having you is not going to be much of a problem. My blog was never popular in the first place.
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Face Down (acoustic) by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
That'll be...rather dramatic... I prefer the face to be seen in Mangas, though. I love this song. I don't know why, but I get this image of a red and black, gothic scene where it is really creepy and lonely. I don't know why I like this song because I prefer not to be in a creepy place all alone but...well, that's just me, you know. A hypocrite.
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Exercise 11: Battement Fondu (Boys)
Ah well. I never did this exercise anyway (it says 'boys', see). Nothing to regret, nothing to regret...just perhaps that I should have enjoyed my trip to Europe better...aren't you in awe that I'm still mulling over my trip to Europe 4-5 months ago?
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Track 17 by dunno who, track title unknown as well
Well, that certainly cracks me up that the song has no title. It also cracks me up that the song sounds like something that could come from Hawaii and from some blond guy's mouth in the 1960s-1980s...
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Romance by My Chemical Romance
Whoopee, another lonely sounding song that I love but can't figure out why. It does sound sad, thought, lots of regret. I see a person crying in the rain with some hollow music playing in the background as tears fall on rusted iron grounds. I can see a person walking though a narrow passage in an empty city, where the passing wind sends shivers down your spine and chills you all over. The stones are hard and hot, the place is deserted and flying sand bits sting every patch of exposed skin, walls are made of crumbling clay and remnants of a civilisation, abandoned clothes in tatters hang on rotting wooden poles flapping desolantly in the crimson red skyline. The world is now a patch of nothing, and you are the only survivor left. A sad hymm you play fills your ears as you try to imitate the sounds of festivity, but you fail terribly, memories of disasters and heatwaves, lava streams and screaming people, ideas of watching vultures attack your mind, and you collapse on the ground, weeping, sobbing, and dying.
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Exercise 5: Rond de Jambe Atere
Another exercise...darn. Nothing interesting. Makes no sense whatsoever.
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Track 7 by unknown person from unknown album
Wow, I'm so afraid. Bully for me. FEAR ME! MUAHAHAHAHA!
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Center, Exercise 6: Petit Allegro
Small, quick lively movements. Nope, doesn't answer the question at all, not that I'm hoping to get an answer in the first place...ugh.
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Track 4 by unknown person from unknown album.
I give up. I'm getting a new song....
Adia by unknown artist
Well, Adia is a nice name. Maybe I'll change Argon's middle name. =)
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Concierto de Aranjeuz by Rodrigo
Ouch. Can a concert hurt? Wait, that's not exactly a concert, is it? Some sort of performance? I know it's not English...and that's helping me a whole lot (I can practically see sarcasm dripping from my lips).
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Thank You for the Venom by My Chemical Romance
Ooh, good idea. A dark song. I love dark songs!
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