This is a this cat,
This is a is cat,
This is a how cat,
This is a to cat,
This is a keep cat,
This is a an cat,
This is a idiot cat,
This is a busy cat,
This is a for cat,
This is a 40 cat,
This is a seconds cat,
Now read every 4th word.
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Uh, yeah, I didn't mean to waste your time or anything, but I saw this and I just had to put it up somewhere. Just for the record, I am not an idiot, and I figured this out at 'This is a keep cat'. Yes, just so you know and don't use this against me. I found it hilarious, and I was completely GLAD that I figured it out before the last line...hopefully I'm not insulting anyone who couldn't figure it out, because I know just how easily I can unintentionally hurt someone with something I said in the passing.
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Yesterday I witnessed the glorious aftermath of a car accident. Of course, I wasn't involved in the crash at all, but it was the closest I've gotten to a real accident (other than the very, very soft bump against my familys car's back bumper). It made car accidents so much more real to me, since I've always thought they were something that happened, say, 20 miles from home.
One of the cars had its hood crushed beautifully. I don't think it'd work even after heavy servicing, but hey, with modern technology many things are possible. The other car, alas, was so much more unlucky. It was on its side with the back windshield smashed completely. I could see the underside of the car. The people whom I assumed were involved in the crash were circling the overturned car. I remember there was an old man (who looked quite spritely), a middle-aged man and a young boy. The old man was holding the boy, who didn't look traumatised at all, close.
I stared at the car until my father drove round a bend and behind a large expressway support pillar. I remember there was this policeman (quite young) with one leg propped up on the kerb standing over the shattered mess of glass. He looked kind of out of place.
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...oddly enough I saw Darren again yesterday at church, so that makes it before witnessing the accident. It was...odd. I was minding my own business in church during service when WHAM. The pastor said to a person sitting to the extreme right of the room, "Darren Lee, you're Darren Lee, right? Tell me, what do you do when you like a girl?"
I was all 'O.o'. 'ARE YOU FREAKING TELLING ME HE'S COMING TO SUNDAY SERVICE FOR GOOD???' *smacks face*
I really want to crawl into a corner, curl up and just emo for a few hours, but of course I didn't do that. I just felt like doing that for that one moment. I mean, I do forget things quite easily. I'm not quite sure why I wanted to emo. Maybe it's the prospect of facing some GUY I know? I fail at socialising. I fail at socialising with males more. I FAIL. *pulls long face*
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BREAKTHROUGH NEWS! URGENT NEWS! NEWS FLASH!:
Announcing that this dunce, this idiotic girl who cannot remember anything to save her life, has remembered when her Mathematics Unit Summary is due and has submitted it on time! This astounding piece of news is a phenomenon many scientists would never predict be possible, and even if it could be accomplished, would never be for it the possibility is so slim the prediction when it occurs exceeds her life expectancy. I repeat, THIS IDIOT HAS SUBMITTED HER UNIT SUMMARY ON TIME!
Whether or not she passes (with flying colours) is another thing altogether. It will be another miracle is she passes.
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I have recently gotten into Axis Powers Hetalia, a crack web manga which got published and turned into an anime. It was fantastic. I'm not really sure how to explain what it is, but the basic idea (and unique trait) is that it personifies each nation, so China is this 4000 year old immortal man who wears a red traditional garment and looks like a seme and an uke at the same time (when you view fan art, that is). America is this hamburger loving blond with glasses over his blue eyes and wears a bomber jacket. U.K. is a short blond with really, really thick eyebrows and is a complete tsundere. And there are many, many more countries. I think South Korea is just there for the lolz.
U.K. is my favourite character. I'm not really sure why, but maybe it's just because his really thick and fuzzy eyebrows make my own rather thick and fuzzy eyebrows feel not quite as thick and fuzzy as it really is. His tsundereness is just another plus point, as well as the fact that he can't cook. Oh, did I mention that he believes in fairies, unicorns and all sorts of magic? He can actually do magic, although...most of the time something goes wrong.
His relationship with Alfred (that is, America's human name) is really, really interesting. Arthur (U.K.'s human name) brought Alfred up, but Alfred ends up 'betraying' him to gain his independence, and in the process hurts Arthur terribly. Their relationship is much better now, although Arthur tends to show a lot of displeasure at whatever Alfred does, which I attribute to his tsundereness. Lol, you know you still love him, Arthur, don't deny it! I mean, how can anyone forget the affection they've nurtured towards someone whom they've brought up since young? Whatever kind of affection it is, that is.
Hetalia kind of makes History fun. For whoever who takes History, go read. It's interesting, you'll love it. Now everytime I see the words 'U.S.A.' or 'America', I keep thinking of Alfred, and it is kind of funny. Same goes for 'Italy' and 'Germany', and, of course, not to forget my favourite character, 'U.K.' or 'England' or 'Great Britain'. It makes life so much more fun, don't you agree? Now if only that could happen for elements...
YAY FOR IGGY!
...oh, Iggy is England's nickname. England in Japanese (as I assume from the subbed anime) is 'Igirisu', so the nickname 'Iggy' is derived from it. Really, England does have a lot of names, doesn't he. Let us count...
1) U.K.
2) United Kingdoms
3) The United Kingdoms of Great Britain and Northen Ireland (that technically counts as 2 countries...they've kind of merged or something)
4) England
5) Great Britain
6) Britain
7) Arthur Kirkland (England's human name in Hetalia as he requires an alias since he is human in physical form...)
8) Igirisu (England in Japanese, as I assume)
9) Iggy (England's nickname, derived from assumed Japanese name)
10) Igiko (England's fan name whenever he appears in his female form, which doesn't look like him at all due to the missing thick eye brows)
That makes 10...and I might still find more as I read more about it...
I am officially mad about Hetalia. And England. I like China too (Wang Yao). And Hong Kong. And America (Alfred F. Jones). And Austria (Roderich Edelstein). And Canada (Matthew Williams). Wait. I'm noticing a pattern. THEY'RE ALL MALE (even though I get super awkward around them, it apparently doesn't affect my manga preference...I draw a lot more guys than girls too...). Well, I don't really like Russia (Ivan Braginsky) though. I'm not sure why he's so popular...he's too weird. I mean, I know I like weird people but he...is weird in a way I don't like.
And I here end my rant on my life and Hetalia.
HETALIA!
(Yes, I know I lie, but doesn't everyone love liars? I think the world will be in much more pain if we don't lie diplomatically, or out of politeness.)
Monday, 26 July 2010
Monday, 12 July 2010
TAG! You're 'It'.
MY TYPE OF (MANGA) GUY [or manga girl]
Which is to say, describes my preference for characters in mangas. No, seriously. I don't exactly go 'goo goo gaa gaa' about any character in particular, so these are just characteristics I'd like in the characters who do appear. Because if the characters are persistently annoying...I'll drop the manga and pick up another one.
AnYan tagged me on facebook, by the way, but I'm posting it here.
The 'quiz' (meme?) starts NOW.
Now, here's what you're supposed to do, and please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 20 of your friends here in facebook to answer this. Then see what happens.
if you're a guy - post this as my kind of girl..
if you're a girl - post it as my kind of guy..
1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?
Yes. As in, the manga kind of good looking. Any kind of good looking. If he looks too bad it turns me off as well. Mangas with horrible looking characters don't hold my attention for long because manga is all about the art, no?
If it's a girl, all the more. I get annoyed by girls much more easily than boys so, yeah.
2. Smart?
Yes. This is much preferred over brawns. Look, currently, even main characters of sports manga use their heads a lot.
Girls need to be smart. Or else they're going to appear really air-headed, and air-headed characters (especially females) can go drown in a pool of boiling acid.
3. Preferred age?
Late teens, I guess, although early 20s is fine too. They tend to be more interesting around this time of their lives. Too young = CHILDISH. Too old = TOO WISE (they don't make any mistakes, so it's not exactly very interesting).
4. Preferred height?
...165cm and taller. Short males are fine, as long as they fulfill most other criteria. I mean, it's not as if you can actually tell their relative heights to you in manga anyway...
Females have got to be 155cm and above if they're already in their teens. Short females are just crying out for me to disrespect them...
5. How about sense of humor?
Does not have to be present. It's perfectly alright for him to be unable to make jokes but as long as his attitude, reactions and behaviours are funny (whether he realises it or not) it will be
5. How about sense of humor?
Does not have to be present. It's perfectly alright for him to be unable to make jokes but as long as his attitude, reactions and behaviours are funny (whether he realises it or not) it will be satisfying.
I like female characters who are either sporty or serious, so go figure.
6. How about piercings?
Yes please! Only on the ears, though. Maybe exceptions in some places but definitely NOT on the tongue or any parts of the face. You can pierce as many holes as you want on his ears, so long as the lobe does not detach from the head. Of course, it depends entirely on his personality and status...
Females...I'd say it doesn't really matter. I mean, if I said yes, I'd be hating myself, which I don't exactly. Earrings for the more glamorous ones, sporty ones don't need to have them.
7. Accepts you for who you are?
Breaking the fourth wall much?
8. Pink hair?
...possibly. =) Wacky is good, too, although pink does fit Euphemia quite a lot even if she's not strange in that many ways.
9. Mushy or no?
Uh...maybe? Well it completely depends on their characters. I like the two extremes as well as the tsundere kind of characters. They're interesting to play around with.
(Tsundere: Used to describe a person who does not show his/her affection openly and expresses feelings like dislike instead, doesn’t want to show his/her soft side, wants to appear strong)
10. Thin or fat?
Thin. Not anorexic, of course, but Lelouch is acceptable because all the characters in Code Geass are stick thin anyway. I guess he is rather normal by Code Geass universe standards. Females have got to not have too much body fat.
11. Skin colour?
Exotic is good (dark skin + super pale hair!). Of course, pale is fine too. Yellowish Asian skin should be the best, though, since it is manga after all.
12. Long hair or short hair?
Both are fine. It really depends on the personality, type of hair, hair colour and such random stuff. I generally prefer male characters with hair that are long, though, but I tend to favour drawing males with semi-long hair. Females preferably should have long hair (lol, stereotype much?).
13. Plastic or metal?
It would help if I understand what this question was going on about...but metal, thank you. It's shinier.
14. Smells good?
OF COURSE. Unless he's a hobo or something. That's forgivable.
15. Smoker?
NO. But the act of sticking a twig between the index and middle finger and holding one end of the twig to his mouth does appeal quite a bit. Hands would be quite empty otherwise. If he was a real dude who stepped out of a manga or something, definite no. NO SMOKING OR YOU PAY THE FINE! Also, I am sensitive to air pollution, so yeah.
16. Drinker?
No thanks. Unless it's vital to the plot or something. Have you ever seen a 17 year old manga character downing beer like there's no tomorrow because his girlfriend broke up with him or he flunked a ridiculously hard Math test?
17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?
What? What does that mean?
18. Muscular?
Well-defined, please, but no overwhelming muscle definition. That'll be hideous. Gosh, imagine... I like male characters slightly on the thin side, as mentioned above. Or they can have no muscle definition at all. Females should NOT have too much muscle definition...definitely not.
19. Plays piano?
Yes. That'll be a nice bonus. He should have an appreciation for the arts. I like class (no, not class as in lessons, class as in elegance).
20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?
Bass! I like the type of characters who are important but also rather background characters. Meaning that no one notices their importance, so when they die everyone's world crumbles apart and they finally realise their dependency on this character, but all is too late...MUAHAHAHAHA!
21. Plays violin?
Violins are nice additions to portraits. They look good. They sound good too, very soulful, so if the character is one who is more in touch with his/her spiritual self, I say go for it.
22. Sings very well?
YES. I also like characters who stand out. A lot. You know the way lead singers are always the ones being crushed on? Yes, same concept (minus the crush).
23. Vain?
Haha. Maybe. *laughs* I wouldn't mind if he/she has quality to back up their claims. I also like characters who have lots of self-confidence, though not so much that their heads could lift them into the air. This vain-ness, of course, should last only up till something serious occurs, then he/she should completely forget about it and focus on the task at hand. Show your serious side!
24. With glasses?
Ooh. Nice. Guys would be nice with them. Girl...not quite. I'm not exactly sure why glasses look good, but maybe they do cover up flaws in facial proportions after all...huh. I'm gonna draw much more glasses from now on, although my glasses suck.
25. With braces?
Are you asking if I mind them or if I like them? I think braces are quite nice. They make a character easier to remember and define them better. It makes the character unique, and they also have one more thing to complain about!
26. Shy type?
Oh, I like both extremes. The flamboyant and the shy, both appeal greatly as characters. They have their own quirks and personality definition that makes them SO fun to manipulate... *insert evil cackle*
27. Rebel or good boy/girl?
Both. Extreme again. Rebels are...cool. The nerds are...I dunno. But they are cool too in a much less outgoing sense. They're kinda docile, I guess, but there's nothing wrong. Oh! I get it, the nerds wear glasses more. So...I side with the nerds, maybe.
28. Active or passive?
Both, and neither. Don't make me decide! They're all great in their own way! The active make mangas much more dynamic and faster moving, the passive tend to focus on character development and the people in the middle are...a fine balance of both. I like action, psychological and school life manga just fine, thank you, provided the art proves to be satisfactory.
29. Tight or bomb?
Uh...both, again. Uptight people are fun. Their reactions are really great to make fun of. What's a bomb kind of person?
30. Singer or dancer?
Both? I think mangas about singers tend to revolve around spiritual aspects, like soul in the song and meaning of its words being conveyed through the tone of voice and everything. Dance is more of a physical thing, and the bodyline can be quite beautiful sometimes.
31. Stunner?
Yes, but hopefully not too much. It'll totally take the attention away from the plot (assuming the plot is good in the first place).
...or do you mean that gun in Star Trek where they use to momentarily render someone numb and immobile?
32. Hiphop?
Um, sure? This technically does fall under dance, right?
33. Earrings?
Oh, YES. Refer to whatever I said about piercings somewhere up, up above. I think earrings look great on certain kind of guys, and they're very nice things to add if you find your female character too plain or something.
34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?
Uh...that would be an interesting character. Kind of like a gigolo or some play-boy, right? They'll be very fun and interesting to portray and/or read about. In a sense that they provide lots of comic relief, but on the other hand, there can also be a deeper, psychological meaning where they are not secure enough and yada yada, and the plot can thicken and so on. I like both.
35. Dimples?
Does that matter?
36. Bookworm?
Ooh, yes. Smart characters are good, remember? Of course, natural smarts is important as well, but we cannot deny the power of rummaging through thick volumes of Encyclopaedias and gaining fresh new insights to this rapidly changing world around us, no? Bookworms are good.
37. Mr/Ms. love letter?
Uh...if the love letter moves me, why not? I like manga that pull on my heartstrings. I seem to be reading a lot of these nowadays, and I'm loving it. I like that feeling of...oh, I don't know, of some sort of pang in your chest or something. It feels like I'm human, not that I don't know that I'm human, but well. Everyone likes some assurance.
38. Playful?
The kind that don't study for exams and still get good grades? Sure. The kind that likes to tie little ponytails out of some serious dude's nice blond hair? Go ahead. The kind that goes through girls like, I don't know, everyday? Well, I guess they're okay if they have some psychological trauma that's making them do that.
39. Flirt?
Uh, okay? I'm not particular about this or anything. You can be a gay for all I care, just don't rub your gayness off onto me. I'm Christian, 100% Christian. I do not want to be stained by yaoi or yuri. Oh, NO. *shudders*
40. Poem writer?
Ha, YES! Okay, I'm really into moving the heart and these kind of things recently. Everything about passive shows of affection to affection that is completely hidden (see Lelouch during the execution of the Zero Requiem, gosh, he's so...tsundere? Not really, but I just like the way he tries his best for those he loves). I like nice, enchanting, delicate (wow, so unlike me), meaningful, floaty kind of poetry. Flowery language, maybe? Of course, dark poems with a touch of class are great too.
41. Serious?
Oh, that, and those who completely lack serotonin
42. Campus crush?
Hey, who am I to dictate what goes on in their love lives? If it kinda gives them trauma or makes their personality interesting, way to go.
43. Painter?
Ooh! Nice! I'd like to learn from him, if I can, but seeing as the characters are in mangas...well, if they have deep meanings in their paintings, I say leave them be.
44. Religious?
That'll be nice, if the religion was Christianity.
45. Someone who likes to tease people?
Yes, yes, YES! Oh, those characters really are interesting!
46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?
I don't really see the difference, but I suppose that would be cool. Think 'The World God Only Knows'. That guy is anti-social to the maximum because of gaming, but I think it's cool.
47. Speaks 20 languages?
Oh, great!
48. Loyal or faithful?
This is a prized characteristic. Characters who are unable to feel attached to something tend to be a little sad. Of course, I think that those kinds of characters have their own merits too, like being able to write sad poetry (oh, what's with me and poetry). Well, it would be nice to have a really faithful and loyal character though.
49. Good kisser?
That would matter how?
50. Loves children??
Haha, doesn't matter. Depends on if he's intending to have kids in the future, but preferably yes, I guess, although I won't hate him if he doesn't.
Erm...I tag...Kimberly (Art Club), Zann, and whoever else wants to do it. I mean...how many exactly can I tag?
Which is to say, describes my preference for characters in mangas. No, seriously. I don't exactly go 'goo goo gaa gaa' about any character in particular, so these are just characteristics I'd like in the characters who do appear. Because if the characters are persistently annoying...I'll drop the manga and pick up another one.
AnYan tagged me on facebook, by the way, but I'm posting it here.
The 'quiz' (meme?) starts NOW.
Now, here's what you're supposed to do, and please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 20 of your friends here in facebook to answer this. Then see what happens.
if you're a guy - post this as my kind of girl..
if you're a girl - post it as my kind of guy..
1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?
Yes. As in, the manga kind of good looking. Any kind of good looking. If he looks too bad it turns me off as well. Mangas with horrible looking characters don't hold my attention for long because manga is all about the art, no?
If it's a girl, all the more. I get annoyed by girls much more easily than boys so, yeah.
2. Smart?
Yes. This is much preferred over brawns. Look, currently, even main characters of sports manga use their heads a lot.
Girls need to be smart. Or else they're going to appear really air-headed, and air-headed characters (especially females) can go drown in a pool of boiling acid.
3. Preferred age?
Late teens, I guess, although early 20s is fine too. They tend to be more interesting around this time of their lives. Too young = CHILDISH. Too old = TOO WISE (they don't make any mistakes, so it's not exactly very interesting).
4. Preferred height?
...165cm and taller. Short males are fine, as long as they fulfill most other criteria. I mean, it's not as if you can actually tell their relative heights to you in manga anyway...
Females have got to be 155cm and above if they're already in their teens. Short females are just crying out for me to disrespect them...
5. How about sense of humor?
Does not have to be present. It's perfectly alright for him to be unable to make jokes but as long as his attitude, reactions and behaviours are funny (whether he realises it or not) it will be
5. How about sense of humor?
Does not have to be present. It's perfectly alright for him to be unable to make jokes but as long as his attitude, reactions and behaviours are funny (whether he realises it or not) it will be satisfying.
I like female characters who are either sporty or serious, so go figure.
6. How about piercings?
Yes please! Only on the ears, though. Maybe exceptions in some places but definitely NOT on the tongue or any parts of the face. You can pierce as many holes as you want on his ears, so long as the lobe does not detach from the head. Of course, it depends entirely on his personality and status...
Females...I'd say it doesn't really matter. I mean, if I said yes, I'd be hating myself, which I don't exactly. Earrings for the more glamorous ones, sporty ones don't need to have them.
7. Accepts you for who you are?
Breaking the fourth wall much?
8. Pink hair?
...possibly. =) Wacky is good, too, although pink does fit Euphemia quite a lot even if she's not strange in that many ways.
9. Mushy or no?
Uh...maybe? Well it completely depends on their characters. I like the two extremes as well as the tsundere kind of characters. They're interesting to play around with.
(Tsundere: Used to describe a person who does not show his/her affection openly and expresses feelings like dislike instead, doesn’t want to show his/her soft side, wants to appear strong)
10. Thin or fat?
Thin. Not anorexic, of course, but Lelouch is acceptable because all the characters in Code Geass are stick thin anyway. I guess he is rather normal by Code Geass universe standards. Females have got to not have too much body fat.
11. Skin colour?
Exotic is good (dark skin + super pale hair!). Of course, pale is fine too. Yellowish Asian skin should be the best, though, since it is manga after all.
12. Long hair or short hair?
Both are fine. It really depends on the personality, type of hair, hair colour and such random stuff. I generally prefer male characters with hair that are long, though, but I tend to favour drawing males with semi-long hair. Females preferably should have long hair (lol, stereotype much?).
13. Plastic or metal?
It would help if I understand what this question was going on about...but metal, thank you. It's shinier.
14. Smells good?
OF COURSE. Unless he's a hobo or something. That's forgivable.
15. Smoker?
NO. But the act of sticking a twig between the index and middle finger and holding one end of the twig to his mouth does appeal quite a bit. Hands would be quite empty otherwise. If he was a real dude who stepped out of a manga or something, definite no. NO SMOKING OR YOU PAY THE FINE! Also, I am sensitive to air pollution, so yeah.
16. Drinker?
No thanks. Unless it's vital to the plot or something. Have you ever seen a 17 year old manga character downing beer like there's no tomorrow because his girlfriend broke up with him or he flunked a ridiculously hard Math test?
17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?
What? What does that mean?
18. Muscular?
Well-defined, please, but no overwhelming muscle definition. That'll be hideous. Gosh, imagine... I like male characters slightly on the thin side, as mentioned above. Or they can have no muscle definition at all. Females should NOT have too much muscle definition...definitely not.
19. Plays piano?
Yes. That'll be a nice bonus. He should have an appreciation for the arts. I like class (no, not class as in lessons, class as in elegance).
20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?
Bass! I like the type of characters who are important but also rather background characters. Meaning that no one notices their importance, so when they die everyone's world crumbles apart and they finally realise their dependency on this character, but all is too late...MUAHAHAHAHA!
21. Plays violin?
Violins are nice additions to portraits. They look good. They sound good too, very soulful, so if the character is one who is more in touch with his/her spiritual self, I say go for it.
22. Sings very well?
YES. I also like characters who stand out. A lot. You know the way lead singers are always the ones being crushed on? Yes, same concept (minus the crush).
23. Vain?
Haha. Maybe. *laughs* I wouldn't mind if he/she has quality to back up their claims. I also like characters who have lots of self-confidence, though not so much that their heads could lift them into the air. This vain-ness, of course, should last only up till something serious occurs, then he/she should completely forget about it and focus on the task at hand. Show your serious side!
24. With glasses?
Ooh. Nice. Guys would be nice with them. Girl...not quite. I'm not exactly sure why glasses look good, but maybe they do cover up flaws in facial proportions after all...huh. I'm gonna draw much more glasses from now on, although my glasses suck.
25. With braces?
Are you asking if I mind them or if I like them? I think braces are quite nice. They make a character easier to remember and define them better. It makes the character unique, and they also have one more thing to complain about!
26. Shy type?
Oh, I like both extremes. The flamboyant and the shy, both appeal greatly as characters. They have their own quirks and personality definition that makes them SO fun to manipulate... *insert evil cackle*
27. Rebel or good boy/girl?
Both. Extreme again. Rebels are...cool. The nerds are...I dunno. But they are cool too in a much less outgoing sense. They're kinda docile, I guess, but there's nothing wrong. Oh! I get it, the nerds wear glasses more. So...I side with the nerds, maybe.
28. Active or passive?
Both, and neither. Don't make me decide! They're all great in their own way! The active make mangas much more dynamic and faster moving, the passive tend to focus on character development and the people in the middle are...a fine balance of both. I like action, psychological and school life manga just fine, thank you, provided the art proves to be satisfactory.
29. Tight or bomb?
Uh...both, again. Uptight people are fun. Their reactions are really great to make fun of. What's a bomb kind of person?
30. Singer or dancer?
Both? I think mangas about singers tend to revolve around spiritual aspects, like soul in the song and meaning of its words being conveyed through the tone of voice and everything. Dance is more of a physical thing, and the bodyline can be quite beautiful sometimes.
31. Stunner?
Yes, but hopefully not too much. It'll totally take the attention away from the plot (assuming the plot is good in the first place).
...or do you mean that gun in Star Trek where they use to momentarily render someone numb and immobile?
32. Hiphop?
Um, sure? This technically does fall under dance, right?
33. Earrings?
Oh, YES. Refer to whatever I said about piercings somewhere up, up above. I think earrings look great on certain kind of guys, and they're very nice things to add if you find your female character too plain or something.
34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?
Uh...that would be an interesting character. Kind of like a gigolo or some play-boy, right? They'll be very fun and interesting to portray and/or read about. In a sense that they provide lots of comic relief, but on the other hand, there can also be a deeper, psychological meaning where they are not secure enough and yada yada, and the plot can thicken and so on. I like both.
35. Dimples?
Does that matter?
36. Bookworm?
Ooh, yes. Smart characters are good, remember? Of course, natural smarts is important as well, but we cannot deny the power of rummaging through thick volumes of Encyclopaedias and gaining fresh new insights to this rapidly changing world around us, no? Bookworms are good.
37. Mr/Ms. love letter?
Uh...if the love letter moves me, why not? I like manga that pull on my heartstrings. I seem to be reading a lot of these nowadays, and I'm loving it. I like that feeling of...oh, I don't know, of some sort of pang in your chest or something. It feels like I'm human, not that I don't know that I'm human, but well. Everyone likes some assurance.
38. Playful?
The kind that don't study for exams and still get good grades? Sure. The kind that likes to tie little ponytails out of some serious dude's nice blond hair? Go ahead. The kind that goes through girls like, I don't know, everyday? Well, I guess they're okay if they have some psychological trauma that's making them do that.
39. Flirt?
Uh, okay? I'm not particular about this or anything. You can be a gay for all I care, just don't rub your gayness off onto me. I'm Christian, 100% Christian. I do not want to be stained by yaoi or yuri. Oh, NO. *shudders*
40. Poem writer?
Ha, YES! Okay, I'm really into moving the heart and these kind of things recently. Everything about passive shows of affection to affection that is completely hidden (see Lelouch during the execution of the Zero Requiem, gosh, he's so...tsundere? Not really, but I just like the way he tries his best for those he loves). I like nice, enchanting, delicate (wow, so unlike me), meaningful, floaty kind of poetry. Flowery language, maybe? Of course, dark poems with a touch of class are great too.
41. Serious?
Oh, that, and those who completely lack serotonin
42. Campus crush?
Hey, who am I to dictate what goes on in their love lives? If it kinda gives them trauma or makes their personality interesting, way to go.
43. Painter?
Ooh! Nice! I'd like to learn from him, if I can, but seeing as the characters are in mangas...well, if they have deep meanings in their paintings, I say leave them be.
44. Religious?
That'll be nice, if the religion was Christianity.
45. Someone who likes to tease people?
Yes, yes, YES! Oh, those characters really are interesting!
46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?
I don't really see the difference, but I suppose that would be cool. Think 'The World God Only Knows'. That guy is anti-social to the maximum because of gaming, but I think it's cool.
47. Speaks 20 languages?
Oh, great!
48. Loyal or faithful?
This is a prized characteristic. Characters who are unable to feel attached to something tend to be a little sad. Of course, I think that those kinds of characters have their own merits too, like being able to write sad poetry (oh, what's with me and poetry). Well, it would be nice to have a really faithful and loyal character though.
49. Good kisser?
That would matter how?
50. Loves children??
Haha, doesn't matter. Depends on if he's intending to have kids in the future, but preferably yes, I guess, although I won't hate him if he doesn't.
Erm...I tag...Kimberly (Art Club), Zann, and whoever else wants to do it. I mean...how many exactly can I tag?
Sunday, 13 June 2010
Purple Dewdrops
...church was traumatising.
The service part was great and all, really, but after the service...
*goes into corner and summons dark clouds*
I ran into Darren. I thought the conversation would be the 'Hi', 'Bye' kind but it was WEIRD.
Darren goes to the same church as I do. Well, technically it should be that I go to the same church as he does, since he was there first. We bumped into each other once about...3 years ago? It was during the end of P6. Anyway, I've hardly seen him and I think he went to Saturday service when one service became two, so I haven't seen him, until a few weeks ago when I had the shock of my life and saw him right after Sunday service. It was like, WOAH, awkward. That was a genuine 'Hi', 'Bye' conversation, and then I didn't see him until today...SINCE WHEN DID HE START ATTENDING SUNDAY SERVICE??? Or is he attending Saturday service and coming to Sunday service on a whim (so much free time...)?
Being a person who is going to an all girls' school and who has limited interaction with males, I feel extremely awkward when forced to interact with one (which Darren is). I mean, yeah, my brother is male, my dad is male, some of my cousins are male, but really, I'm only comfortable around my brother and dad and I still feel awkward around my male cousins...so can you imagine this dude from Primary school suddenly striking up a conversation?
The conversation went a bit like such:
D: Hello.
R: *looks at Darren, turns away and continues walking* Hi. *notices how much taller he is than I am* You're damn tall.
D: *follows* Thanks. You're in RG right? How are the Rosyth people?
R: *continues walking without looking back* Okay lah. *walking becomes brisk walking*
D: Eh, why you dao me? You don't like me ar?
R: *still not looking back and walking speed increases* No. It's just...it's just...YOU'RE A GUY. *hurried rushes over to father who asks who Darren is*
END OF STORY.
(If you can't figure out who 'R' and 'D' are, you're seriously an idiot)
Seriously, I don't hate Darren or anything, but...he's a GUY. I mean, I could probably act semi-naturally around a guy who looks and acts like a girl but Darren is 100% a GUY. He's tall, for one. Well, not exactly tall for a guy but tall enough to dwarf me, which doesn't exactly require you to be very tall.
*shudders*
Crap. How am I going to adapt to JC life??? Ugh. I'm so going to DIE. Whenever I'm around another guy I'm all: Woah woah, it's a guy. TENSE. AWKWARD. Try to act cool (for what I know not). TENSE. Become insulting. DAO HIM. Be rude. IT'S A GUY. *alarm bells go off in head*
I, unlike most of my peers, am extra-sensitive to guys, so if I act extremely weird and tense, it's not my fault, okay? Most of my classmates probably meet up with their guy friends every now and then but I on the other hand prefer to stay at home and type on my computer, read manga, watch anime, draw, etc. You could actually say I'm a slight otaku for staying at home. Heck, I don't have any friends who are guys. I'm also not very close to the female friends I have now, so whatever. I'm kinda leading my life alone until Art Club time comes...
*wails* BUT IT'S ONLY ONCE A WEEK! *wails*
Okay, now to the boring part.
Title: ABOUT MY DAY
Date: 13 June 2010
Our church didn't have FUEL (that is, carecells) today so I only had to attend service which starts at about 10:00. As usual, my brother woke up late and we arrived at church at about 10:15, and by then service had already started. I found my carecell members, put my stuff on the chair next to them and started praising the Lord.
PRAISE BE TO GOD! I didn't have to sit alone today.
When I heard that Sister Kasie (pardon, I don't know how to spell her name) was going to preach today I was a bit disappointed. It wasn't that I disliked her or anything but well, I didn't really like the way she spoke. Did you know, today when she said 'witness' it sounded more like 'weakness' and she used the word in this sentence: You are God's witnesses.
Yup, you can imagine how weird it sounds, and to those who are not familiar with the verse that says: You will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, Judea and all of Samaria (or something like that, I can't remember names well), they will probably be all: Huh huh what?
But the story she shared with us about the sudden WHAM BAM of reality of how short life is really touched me, and I was tearing by the end. Goodness knows why. But I'm still not motivated to evangelise actively. I guess I'm just stubborn this way. Even though I do my TAWG (Time Alone With God) daily I still find it hard to actively preach the gospel and make 'disciples of all nations'.
After service I headed for the washroom and when I finished whatever business I had walked down the narrow corridor to find my parents. Along the narrow corridor was where the ultra strange incident with Darren occurred. I'm not repeating it. *shudder*
We went to this small Indian shop and had prata for lunch. I had my usual 2 egg pratas, which cost S$2.60 in total. Quite expensive, but whatever. Service was a bit slow and as we were waiting for our prata this strange Chinese woman kept yelling things like 'American Boy', 'Chinese Boy', 'American Girl', 'zhong1 guo2 zhu1' (Chinese Pig) etc. etc. to some person behind the counter. I never figured out what race and gender the person she was yelling to was.
It was extremely weird so I laughed and laughed and laughed. Discretely, of course...*sarcastic*
Then we had bubble tea, one cup of strawberry ice-blended with no pearls which my sister requested and one cup of honey dew ice-blended with pearls on my request. Of course, the honey dew tasted much better (to me), since it was much sweeter compared to the slightly sour strawberry taste. Ugh. Strawberries. How does anybody stand them?
The ice was really well crushed and it was so fine I felt like I was just drinking a really thick milk shake (the guy added some powdered milk thing to mine). Yum.
THE END OF MY DAY.
THANK YOU FOR READING.
HAVE A NICE DAY (or what is left of it).
I have to start on my Social Studies PT now...>_<...darn, I hate PTs.
Anyway, I think I forgot to add my name to my Individual Chemistry PT Report...I'm so gonna die...
T_T
The service part was great and all, really, but after the service...
*goes into corner and summons dark clouds*
I ran into Darren. I thought the conversation would be the 'Hi', 'Bye' kind but it was WEIRD.
Darren goes to the same church as I do. Well, technically it should be that I go to the same church as he does, since he was there first. We bumped into each other once about...3 years ago? It was during the end of P6. Anyway, I've hardly seen him and I think he went to Saturday service when one service became two, so I haven't seen him, until a few weeks ago when I had the shock of my life and saw him right after Sunday service. It was like, WOAH, awkward. That was a genuine 'Hi', 'Bye' conversation, and then I didn't see him until today...SINCE WHEN DID HE START ATTENDING SUNDAY SERVICE??? Or is he attending Saturday service and coming to Sunday service on a whim (so much free time...)?
Being a person who is going to an all girls' school and who has limited interaction with males, I feel extremely awkward when forced to interact with one (which Darren is). I mean, yeah, my brother is male, my dad is male, some of my cousins are male, but really, I'm only comfortable around my brother and dad and I still feel awkward around my male cousins...so can you imagine this dude from Primary school suddenly striking up a conversation?
The conversation went a bit like such:
D: Hello.
R: *looks at Darren, turns away and continues walking* Hi. *notices how much taller he is than I am* You're damn tall.
D: *follows* Thanks. You're in RG right? How are the Rosyth people?
R: *continues walking without looking back* Okay lah. *walking becomes brisk walking*
D: Eh, why you dao me? You don't like me ar?
R: *still not looking back and walking speed increases* No. It's just...it's just...YOU'RE A GUY. *hurried rushes over to father who asks who Darren is*
END OF STORY.
(If you can't figure out who 'R' and 'D' are, you're seriously an idiot)
Seriously, I don't hate Darren or anything, but...he's a GUY. I mean, I could probably act semi-naturally around a guy who looks and acts like a girl but Darren is 100% a GUY. He's tall, for one. Well, not exactly tall for a guy but tall enough to dwarf me, which doesn't exactly require you to be very tall.
*shudders*
Crap. How am I going to adapt to JC life??? Ugh. I'm so going to DIE. Whenever I'm around another guy I'm all: Woah woah, it's a guy. TENSE. AWKWARD. Try to act cool (for what I know not). TENSE. Become insulting. DAO HIM. Be rude. IT'S A GUY. *alarm bells go off in head*
I, unlike most of my peers, am extra-sensitive to guys, so if I act extremely weird and tense, it's not my fault, okay? Most of my classmates probably meet up with their guy friends every now and then but I on the other hand prefer to stay at home and type on my computer, read manga, watch anime, draw, etc. You could actually say I'm a slight otaku for staying at home. Heck, I don't have any friends who are guys. I'm also not very close to the female friends I have now, so whatever. I'm kinda leading my life alone until Art Club time comes...
*wails* BUT IT'S ONLY ONCE A WEEK! *wails*
Okay, now to the boring part.
Title: ABOUT MY DAY
Date: 13 June 2010
Our church didn't have FUEL (that is, carecells) today so I only had to attend service which starts at about 10:00. As usual, my brother woke up late and we arrived at church at about 10:15, and by then service had already started. I found my carecell members, put my stuff on the chair next to them and started praising the Lord.
PRAISE BE TO GOD! I didn't have to sit alone today.
When I heard that Sister Kasie (pardon, I don't know how to spell her name) was going to preach today I was a bit disappointed. It wasn't that I disliked her or anything but well, I didn't really like the way she spoke. Did you know, today when she said 'witness' it sounded more like 'weakness' and she used the word in this sentence: You are God's witnesses.
Yup, you can imagine how weird it sounds, and to those who are not familiar with the verse that says: You will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, Judea and all of Samaria (or something like that, I can't remember names well), they will probably be all: Huh huh what?
But the story she shared with us about the sudden WHAM BAM of reality of how short life is really touched me, and I was tearing by the end. Goodness knows why. But I'm still not motivated to evangelise actively. I guess I'm just stubborn this way. Even though I do my TAWG (Time Alone With God) daily I still find it hard to actively preach the gospel and make 'disciples of all nations'.
After service I headed for the washroom and when I finished whatever business I had walked down the narrow corridor to find my parents. Along the narrow corridor was where the ultra strange incident with Darren occurred. I'm not repeating it. *shudder*
We went to this small Indian shop and had prata for lunch. I had my usual 2 egg pratas, which cost S$2.60 in total. Quite expensive, but whatever. Service was a bit slow and as we were waiting for our prata this strange Chinese woman kept yelling things like 'American Boy', 'Chinese Boy', 'American Girl', 'zhong1 guo2 zhu1' (Chinese Pig) etc. etc. to some person behind the counter. I never figured out what race and gender the person she was yelling to was.
It was extremely weird so I laughed and laughed and laughed. Discretely, of course...*sarcastic*
Then we had bubble tea, one cup of strawberry ice-blended with no pearls which my sister requested and one cup of honey dew ice-blended with pearls on my request. Of course, the honey dew tasted much better (to me), since it was much sweeter compared to the slightly sour strawberry taste. Ugh. Strawberries. How does anybody stand them?
The ice was really well crushed and it was so fine I felt like I was just drinking a really thick milk shake (the guy added some powdered milk thing to mine). Yum.
THE END OF MY DAY.
THANK YOU FOR READING.
HAVE A NICE DAY (or what is left of it).
I have to start on my Social Studies PT now...>_<...darn, I hate PTs.
Anyway, I think I forgot to add my name to my Individual Chemistry PT Report...I'm so gonna die...
T_T
Saturday, 22 May 2010
Mud-Filled Heart
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'.
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'.
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
Friday, 30 April 2010
Hydrogen Mecchasser
Some art club friends and I gathered together to put a face to each and every one of the elements (we did this weeks ago...), and, dividing them almost equally among us four, I ended up with 23 elements. I never thought I'd finish designing them, but because I am an awesome (*cough* ego *cough*) person, I finished all 23 characters by yesterday. All that is left to do is write their detailed profiles! =)
Each of the characters are unique. Hydrogen, 19, is a rather...blunt guy, you could say. He is thin and has orange hair and brown eyes, although his left one is covered by a mass of hair. Hair on his right has been pinned up with, well, pins. He is hot-tempered and often gets so excited by fighting he kind of loses himself. Oh, have I mentioned that his right eye is outlined really, really heavily?
Oh, Mecchasser is the surname I gave to Hydrogen, just so you know, and Hydrogen is one of my characters, if you haven't yet got that. Hydrogen = {H: H є Element, H є Mine} I wonder if this makes any sense whatsoever...
Anyway.
NAPFA 5 stations was today.
My results may seem VERY lousy to any male who happens to be passing by (especially SBJ), but I think they would find my shuttle run and sit-ups (especially sit-ups) rather acceptable. =)
Sit-Ups
43
Female Standard (15): A [>30]
Male Standard (15): A [>42] Barely made it
Last Year's Raw Score and Grade (14): 36, A [>30]
My glasses were falling off in the middle (about 20+) so I grabbed them and pulled them off. Not exactly very nice to my glasses but I couldn't help it. They were preventing me from doing my best because if I wore them and they were dangling from the tip of my nose, I would do my sit-ups slower to stop them from flying off my face...my glasses are straight, see, they do not curve aroud the ear at all (I wonder, did you read it that my glasses were heterosexual? Lol.).
Standing Board Jump
178cm
Female Standard (15): B ([174cm-182cm] I would have gotten an 'A' if I were 14...damn.
Male Standard (15): F [<198cm]
Last Year's Raw Score and Grade (14): 175cm, B [169cm-177cm] I'm pissed at this. 3cm more...
Inclined Pull-Ups
18
Female Standard (15): A [>16] Barely made this one as well...
Male Standard (15): NA (but it would be a 'C' for 14 year olds)
Last Year's Raw Score and Grade (14): 18, A [>16] =)
Sit and Reach
45cm
Female Standard (15): B [43cm-45cm] Just 1cm more! ><
Male Standard (15): B [43cm-45cm] Standards are the same
Last Year's Raw Score and Grad (14): 45, A [>43cm]
Shuttle Run
10.43sec
Female Standard (15): A [<11.3sec] Waaaaaaaay past 'A' (*smug smile*).
Male Standard (15): C [10.4sec-10.5sec]
Last Year's Raw Score and Grade (14): 10.7sec, A [<11.5sec]
I initially scored 11.7sec because I could not grab the wooden block (aim was off, see), so I was allowed to try again. I wasted so much of my time floundering about trying to grab the blocks I felt like an idiot! I contemplated taking my glasses off as well because they kept falling down as I ran, but decided against it because, if I did, how much worse would my aim be??? (hint: my eyesight is about 900+ degrees in each eye)
You know what? I think I could pass off as a guy quite well during NAPFA tests. =) Except for my SBJ, which would have made me FAIL, and man would I fail terribly. Their pass is 198cm! Maybe it's just because they're taller. Dang, stupid men. Why are they so tall? I'm short for a female! My SBJ distance is greater than my height by...21cm (assuming I haven't grown since the start of the year, which is a VERY sound assumption)!
Of course, knowing some people from my Primary school class, the guys probably jumped more than 40cm their height. I seem to remember Alex, whom I remember to be rather short, actually hit 200cm for SBJ in Primary school...hmm...
Ah, well, now my GOLD rests on my 2.4, which is, frankly speaking, going to be a killer. I barely made 'C' last year, and so I think I'm probably going to get a 'D' this year, which gives me a SILVER no matter how many lousy 'A's I got...darn it.
NAPFA should be tested according to height and weight, not age! Look, Rachel is taller than me, but because she is younger (birthday August) she gets to do the NAPFA test according to 14 year old standards! Damn it, why do things never go my way? I'm also below average height! This is NOT fair! If I could do it to 14 year old standards I would have gotten straight 'A's!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Darn it. What's with Singapore and her NAPFA tests?
I suppose the boys should be complaining more since their standards are WAAAY higher, but that's not quite a valid reason. I think the only thing they should complain about is the SBJ (but the guys are so tall!), or the pull-ups. 2.4km run should be rather acceptable for a healthy guy...I think. I could get above 'C' for half of their stations and I'm a girl below average height (with excess nutrition which translates into excess weight which means I can't jump as far, run as fast, sit-up as frequently, or pull-up as easily)! If I can do it, so can the guys, right?
Good luck to those who have yet to do their NAPFA 5 stations, and wish me the bestest luck in the world when it is time for my 2.4km run (10 May 2010, 15:30 @ RGS track [which is more than 400m long and of irregular shape]).
...I really need to pray for this and hope God allows me to complete my run with at least a 'C' (16:10) without wheezing like a pig in space after I have finished the run...if I ever finish the run, that is.
Argh, for once,being in Art Club isn't really paying off...spending that much time in an air-conditioned room sitting about and exercising nothing save our mouths, minds, arms and hands can't be too good for physical health, especially stamina...
IIIIIIIII
T_T (read: currently in room of gloom, do not disturb)
Each of the characters are unique. Hydrogen, 19, is a rather...blunt guy, you could say. He is thin and has orange hair and brown eyes, although his left one is covered by a mass of hair. Hair on his right has been pinned up with, well, pins. He is hot-tempered and often gets so excited by fighting he kind of loses himself. Oh, have I mentioned that his right eye is outlined really, really heavily?
Oh, Mecchasser is the surname I gave to Hydrogen, just so you know, and Hydrogen is one of my characters, if you haven't yet got that. Hydrogen = {H: H є Element, H є Mine} I wonder if this makes any sense whatsoever...
Anyway.
NAPFA 5 stations was today.
My results may seem VERY lousy to any male who happens to be passing by (especially SBJ), but I think they would find my shuttle run and sit-ups (especially sit-ups) rather acceptable. =)
Sit-Ups
43
Female Standard (15): A [>30]
Male Standard (15): A [>42] Barely made it
Last Year's Raw Score and Grade (14): 36, A [>30]
My glasses were falling off in the middle (about 20+) so I grabbed them and pulled them off. Not exactly very nice to my glasses but I couldn't help it. They were preventing me from doing my best because if I wore them and they were dangling from the tip of my nose, I would do my sit-ups slower to stop them from flying off my face...my glasses are straight, see, they do not curve aroud the ear at all (I wonder, did you read it that my glasses were heterosexual? Lol.).
Standing Board Jump
178cm
Female Standard (15): B ([174cm-182cm] I would have gotten an 'A' if I were 14...damn.
Male Standard (15): F [<198cm]
Last Year's Raw Score and Grade (14): 175cm, B [169cm-177cm] I'm pissed at this. 3cm more...
Inclined Pull-Ups
18
Female Standard (15): A [>16] Barely made this one as well...
Male Standard (15): NA (but it would be a 'C' for 14 year olds)
Last Year's Raw Score and Grade (14): 18, A [>16] =)
Sit and Reach
45cm
Female Standard (15): B [43cm-45cm] Just 1cm more! ><
Male Standard (15): B [43cm-45cm] Standards are the same
Last Year's Raw Score and Grad (14): 45, A [>43cm]
Shuttle Run
10.43sec
Female Standard (15): A [<11.3sec] Waaaaaaaay past 'A' (*smug smile*).
Male Standard (15): C [10.4sec-10.5sec]
Last Year's Raw Score and Grade (14): 10.7sec, A [<11.5sec]
I initially scored 11.7sec because I could not grab the wooden block (aim was off, see), so I was allowed to try again. I wasted so much of my time floundering about trying to grab the blocks I felt like an idiot! I contemplated taking my glasses off as well because they kept falling down as I ran, but decided against it because, if I did, how much worse would my aim be??? (hint: my eyesight is about 900+ degrees in each eye)
You know what? I think I could pass off as a guy quite well during NAPFA tests. =) Except for my SBJ, which would have made me FAIL, and man would I fail terribly. Their pass is 198cm! Maybe it's just because they're taller. Dang, stupid men. Why are they so tall? I'm short for a female! My SBJ distance is greater than my height by...21cm (assuming I haven't grown since the start of the year, which is a VERY sound assumption)!
Of course, knowing some people from my Primary school class, the guys probably jumped more than 40cm their height. I seem to remember Alex, whom I remember to be rather short, actually hit 200cm for SBJ in Primary school...hmm...
Ah, well, now my GOLD rests on my 2.4, which is, frankly speaking, going to be a killer. I barely made 'C' last year, and so I think I'm probably going to get a 'D' this year, which gives me a SILVER no matter how many lousy 'A's I got...darn it.
NAPFA should be tested according to height and weight, not age! Look, Rachel is taller than me, but because she is younger (birthday August) she gets to do the NAPFA test according to 14 year old standards! Damn it, why do things never go my way? I'm also below average height! This is NOT fair! If I could do it to 14 year old standards I would have gotten straight 'A's!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Darn it. What's with Singapore and her NAPFA tests?
I suppose the boys should be complaining more since their standards are WAAAY higher, but that's not quite a valid reason. I think the only thing they should complain about is the SBJ (but the guys are so tall!), or the pull-ups. 2.4km run should be rather acceptable for a healthy guy...I think. I could get above 'C' for half of their stations and I'm a girl below average height (with excess nutrition which translates into excess weight which means I can't jump as far, run as fast, sit-up as frequently, or pull-up as easily)! If I can do it, so can the guys, right?
Good luck to those who have yet to do their NAPFA 5 stations, and wish me the bestest luck in the world when it is time for my 2.4km run (10 May 2010, 15:30 @ RGS track [which is more than 400m long and of irregular shape]).
...I really need to pray for this and hope God allows me to complete my run with at least a 'C' (16:10) without wheezing like a pig in space after I have finished the run...if I ever finish the run, that is.
Argh, for once,being in Art Club isn't really paying off...spending that much time in an air-conditioned room sitting about and exercising nothing save our mouths, minds, arms and hands can't be too good for physical health, especially stamina...
IIIIIIIII
T_T (read: currently in room of gloom, do not disturb)
Saturday, 24 April 2010
If you dare to suicide, I'll kill you
Good morning starshine, the earth says, "Hello!"
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*shivers* (think Sebastian in episode 06 of Kuroshitsuji when Greil said he wanted to have Sebastian's babies, or think Sebastian again in episode 05 when Greil sent a flying kiss his way)
Okay, that was pure nonsense. That didn't sound anything like me, not that I sound like anything. Do I even have a sound???
Speaking of sounds...
On Thursday my class did a practical for Physics and we used this wave monitoring thing to check how high (how many Hz) our voices were. My Physics teacher also told us to try making our voices as low as possible.
Know what, know what? My lowest was about 6.397 Hz and my highest about 2142.857 Hz. Those were EXTREME. I mean, my male teacher's voice is about 140 Hz and my normal voice is about 244 Hz.
Oh, if you didn't know, the lower the Hz the lower your voice/pitch, the higher the Hz the higher your voice/pitch. Apparently the lowest voice my classmates could make was about 180 Hz. Ha! I beat her by...173.603 Hz! Beat that! Well, what I did technically wasn't speaking, but who cares. I manged to produce the lowest sound by using nothing but myself, although maybe there was an error in calculation...
I think there definitely was, since the lowest sound human ears can pick up is about 20 Hz, and that's for old men and women (since they can pick up lowers sounds and can't hear really high ones, that's why there are ring tones that adults can't hear =)). I can most definitely hear the sound I am making, so...whatever. It was probably above a hundred Hz, then.
I also got a damn high 2142.857 Hz, beating most people who got 1000+ Hz, and also setting a new record for myself since the other time I tried I got 1304.348 Hz. =)
I RULE!
MUAHAHAHAHAHA! UFUFUFUFU~! KUKUKUKUKU~! YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!
You must be going: 'Whatever. What has that got to do with me? Why am I even wasting my time here?'
Well I don't blame you. You're free to go wherever to please. Which reminds me, what exactly is a 'free country' which the USA is apparently one of?
I realise that this post is very different from my other posts seeing as this one has little detail about my surroundings, what I did etc. but focuses more on bragging about achieving EXTREMEs...well, please do savour this moment as I don't think another post about nothing significant will come by soon. Heck, I don't think I'll be posting soon either, unlike AY who does...so many a month.
Anyway, I got my ballet Intermediate Foundation (Grade 6 + pointe work) results back. I got a whopping 76/100, which is great considering how lousy my pirouettes were, and how bad my stamina is. I wasn't exactly my best that day. I could have done better if I just had the balance for my pirouettes!
I am happy to say that if I had gotten as great as my other classmates did in pointe work I would probably have beaten at least one of them. *sinister laugh* but the fact still remains that my battery ran out and my performance got really horrible at the end. My barre work for exercises not en pointe were great, though, lots of As. Center without pointes weren't too bad either. It was only when we got to pointe work that I FAILED terribly. Well, that and pirouettes.
60-79 is a merit, 80-100 is a distinction, 40-59 is a pass, and <39 is a fail. Go figure.
The first thing I noticed when I received the exam marks sheet was a '76' staring back at me, the next was: "That's a pass" and the next was likely: "That's a 3.6 GPA."
I think I've gone crazy from the exams. To think that I would equate my ballet grades to GPAs...darn. I must be crazy, definitely crazy...
MUAHAHAHAHAHA! UFUFUFUFUFU~! KUKUKUKUKU~!
Yup. Crazy.
You're gonna have a hard time convincing me otherwise.
Good luck dealing with me when you next see me.
MUAHAHAHAHAHA! UFUFUFUFUFU~! KUKUKUKUKU~!
Hi.
BYE.
HI.
Bye.
Oh whatever. I'm gonna sleep.
MUAHAHAHAHAHA! UFUFUFUFUFU~! KUKUKUKUKU~!
...
...
...
...
*shivers* (think Sebastian in episode 06 of Kuroshitsuji when Greil said he wanted to have Sebastian's babies, or think Sebastian again in episode 05 when Greil sent a flying kiss his way)
Okay, that was pure nonsense. That didn't sound anything like me, not that I sound like anything. Do I even have a sound???
Speaking of sounds...
On Thursday my class did a practical for Physics and we used this wave monitoring thing to check how high (how many Hz) our voices were. My Physics teacher also told us to try making our voices as low as possible.
Know what, know what? My lowest was about 6.397 Hz and my highest about 2142.857 Hz. Those were EXTREME. I mean, my male teacher's voice is about 140 Hz and my normal voice is about 244 Hz.
Oh, if you didn't know, the lower the Hz the lower your voice/pitch, the higher the Hz the higher your voice/pitch. Apparently the lowest voice my classmates could make was about 180 Hz. Ha! I beat her by...173.603 Hz! Beat that! Well, what I did technically wasn't speaking, but who cares. I manged to produce the lowest sound by using nothing but myself, although maybe there was an error in calculation...
I think there definitely was, since the lowest sound human ears can pick up is about 20 Hz, and that's for old men and women (since they can pick up lowers sounds and can't hear really high ones, that's why there are ring tones that adults can't hear =)). I can most definitely hear the sound I am making, so...whatever. It was probably above a hundred Hz, then.
I also got a damn high 2142.857 Hz, beating most people who got 1000+ Hz, and also setting a new record for myself since the other time I tried I got 1304.348 Hz. =)
I RULE!
MUAHAHAHAHAHA! UFUFUFUFU~! KUKUKUKUKU~! YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!
You must be going: 'Whatever. What has that got to do with me? Why am I even wasting my time here?'
Well I don't blame you. You're free to go wherever to please. Which reminds me, what exactly is a 'free country' which the USA is apparently one of?
I realise that this post is very different from my other posts seeing as this one has little detail about my surroundings, what I did etc. but focuses more on bragging about achieving EXTREMEs...well, please do savour this moment as I don't think another post about nothing significant will come by soon. Heck, I don't think I'll be posting soon either, unlike AY who does...so many a month.
Anyway, I got my ballet Intermediate Foundation (Grade 6 + pointe work) results back. I got a whopping 76/100, which is great considering how lousy my pirouettes were, and how bad my stamina is. I wasn't exactly my best that day. I could have done better if I just had the balance for my pirouettes!
I am happy to say that if I had gotten as great as my other classmates did in pointe work I would probably have beaten at least one of them. *sinister laugh* but the fact still remains that my battery ran out and my performance got really horrible at the end. My barre work for exercises not en pointe were great, though, lots of As. Center without pointes weren't too bad either. It was only when we got to pointe work that I FAILED terribly. Well, that and pirouettes.
60-79 is a merit, 80-100 is a distinction, 40-59 is a pass, and <39 is a fail. Go figure.
The first thing I noticed when I received the exam marks sheet was a '76' staring back at me, the next was: "That's a pass" and the next was likely: "That's a 3.6 GPA."
I think I've gone crazy from the exams. To think that I would equate my ballet grades to GPAs...darn. I must be crazy, definitely crazy...
MUAHAHAHAHAHA! UFUFUFUFUFU~! KUKUKUKUKU~!
Yup. Crazy.
You're gonna have a hard time convincing me otherwise.
Good luck dealing with me when you next see me.
MUAHAHAHAHAHA! UFUFUFUFUFU~! KUKUKUKUKU~!
Hi.
BYE.
HI.
Bye.
Oh whatever. I'm gonna sleep.
MUAHAHAHAHAHA! UFUFUFUFUFU~! KUKUKUKUKU~!
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Abolition of a Federation
AAARRRGGGHHH!
*tries to catch breath*
Okay, I know it's not very nice to start the first post in a long long time with a blood curdling scream (oh the cliched term...).
Anyway, yesterday will be the last time I put on contacts for 2 years. At least, I hope it will be. Contacts aren't exactly the best because it feels REALLY weird to have something in your eye but not feel it there. It's also very uncomfortable to look up and not see things blurrily as they usually are when you wear spectacles (and looking up means looking at things without the help of your glasses).
Oh, you must be wondering WHY on EARTH am I wearing contacts. Right.
This may sound unbelievable, but...I just took my ballet exam yesterday.
DON'T LAUGH. DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH.
If you do I'll rip your head apart and dislocate your shoulders. I'd gouge out your eyeballs and pluck out your tongue. I'll put you in a frilly pink dress (regardless of gender) and apply heavy pink make-up on you.
DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH.
Okay, now that I'm done threatening you, I'll proceed to 'documenting' my experience.
*sweet smile* (shiver at my sadism! MUAHAHAHA!)
So yeah. DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH.
The examiner (Mrs. Derby) was very nice. Too nice. She made the exam seem like not an exam at all. She corrected our mistakes and allowed us another chance to do the exercise again, properly this time, and she also made small talk with us! That was just weird.
Also, before the exam officially started, she asked if she could take a photo with us to put in the magazine BBO (British Ballet Organisation) published since she thought it'd be nice to have a photo of Singaporean ballet dancers. So...okay...
I'm pretty sure my pirouettes were HORRIBLY done. Pirouette = turns, go figure. My balance yesterday was fantastic! Fantastically horrendous, that is. *runs to room of gloom* I stumbled on EVERY turn en diagonal. Which was half the pirouette exercises. My left side would have been better but NOOOO, she made us do only on the right side...AAARRRGGGHHH!
Now you know why I screamed that 'blood curdling' scream.
I think my presentation was okay, but I forgot to smile. I remember one exercise where I did it close to perfection (or what my idea is of perfection) and I smiled at the examiner (Mrs. Derby) who smiled back at me. I was like: SHE ENJOYED THIS EXERCISE! YES~! I"M GONNA GET A HIGH SCORE FOR THIS ONE!
Of course, point is, the exercise probably didn't have a very large weightage...
NOOOOOOO!
This year's exam was horribly done, and my breathing was so loud I'm sure Mrs. Derby heard it all the way from the front of the room. I can't help it! I was really out of breath. Funny thing is, I never felt out of breath during an exercise but am ALWAYS out of breath when NOT doing an exercise. I'm so strange. I think I came from planet XE1957356. The people there all have my face and body type. What's to say I don't belong there?
Okay...冷笑话...
But honestly, I think I'm really strange.
My pointe work was okay, but a little unsteady during echappe to second...or whatever that was called. I know it's an echappe something but I'm not sure what. My emboittes weren't too nice either, but I like my paccouru, whatever it's spelt.
Of course, my morale dropped really low when Mrs. Derby pointed out that it should be the front edge of our pointe shoes that are worn out, not our back, which made me really O.o because my back edge was the REALLY worn out part.
-.-"
Honestly, after the exam, I felt as if my grade would be a bare pass or low merit... *wails*
Okay...enough of self-pity.
I'm sure some people already know I lost my camera on Thursday and my bag strap broke (not so much broke as 'detached from bag') on Friday. I was really having a terrible Learning Journey week.
The camera cost about S$400, and my father said that if I couldn't find it he'd deduct this sum from my pocket money. However, the most devastating thing was that the camera held ALL the photos I'd taken from Dairy Farm Quarry, Singapore Quarry AND the ACM, all of which I need for Geography and English AAs!
NOOOOOO!
Luckily, I found it on Saturday morning. I had thought it was lost forever! I thought I hadn't even brought it home! I was really pissed on Thursday night when I searched for it high and low and couldn't find it.
Finding the camera on Saturday was, really, nothing more than a fluke. I woke up late, as usual, and tossed around in bed for a while, enjoying the last few minutes of in bed time, when I rolled to near the edge of my bed and opened my eyes to the things around me. There, in front of me, was my camera, buried under a small cushion I left beside my bed.
I was all: WHAT??? YOU MEAN I WASTED SO MUCH TIME AND ENERGY 2 DAYS AGO TO FIND THE CAMERA AND NOW I FOUND IT JUST BY WAKING UP?!?!?
But of course, you can imagine that I was rather pleased with myself for finding it. Well, I was pleased with God, that is, but I was also a little angry at Him. I mean, He made me expend so much energy searching for the camera only to give it to me as I wake up one bright and sunny Saturday morning.
Can somebody say 'WHAT?!?'
Honestly, the nerve of Him to play around like this... *pulls a long face and sticks tongue out at God*
I was so worried too!
*tries to catch breath*
Okay, I know it's not very nice to start the first post in a long long time with a blood curdling scream (oh the cliched term...).
Anyway, yesterday will be the last time I put on contacts for 2 years. At least, I hope it will be. Contacts aren't exactly the best because it feels REALLY weird to have something in your eye but not feel it there. It's also very uncomfortable to look up and not see things blurrily as they usually are when you wear spectacles (and looking up means looking at things without the help of your glasses).
Oh, you must be wondering WHY on EARTH am I wearing contacts. Right.
This may sound unbelievable, but...I just took my ballet exam yesterday.
DON'T LAUGH. DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH.
If you do I'll rip your head apart and dislocate your shoulders. I'd gouge out your eyeballs and pluck out your tongue. I'll put you in a frilly pink dress (regardless of gender) and apply heavy pink make-up on you.
DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH.
Okay, now that I'm done threatening you, I'll proceed to 'documenting' my experience.
*sweet smile* (shiver at my sadism! MUAHAHAHA!)
So yeah. DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH.
The examiner (Mrs. Derby) was very nice. Too nice. She made the exam seem like not an exam at all. She corrected our mistakes and allowed us another chance to do the exercise again, properly this time, and she also made small talk with us! That was just weird.
Also, before the exam officially started, she asked if she could take a photo with us to put in the magazine BBO (British Ballet Organisation) published since she thought it'd be nice to have a photo of Singaporean ballet dancers. So...okay...
I'm pretty sure my pirouettes were HORRIBLY done. Pirouette = turns, go figure. My balance yesterday was fantastic! Fantastically horrendous, that is. *runs to room of gloom* I stumbled on EVERY turn en diagonal. Which was half the pirouette exercises. My left side would have been better but NOOOO, she made us do only on the right side...AAARRRGGGHHH!
Now you know why I screamed that 'blood curdling' scream.
I think my presentation was okay, but I forgot to smile. I remember one exercise where I did it close to perfection (or what my idea is of perfection) and I smiled at the examiner (Mrs. Derby) who smiled back at me. I was like: SHE ENJOYED THIS EXERCISE! YES~! I"M GONNA GET A HIGH SCORE FOR THIS ONE!
Of course, point is, the exercise probably didn't have a very large weightage...
NOOOOOOO!
This year's exam was horribly done, and my breathing was so loud I'm sure Mrs. Derby heard it all the way from the front of the room. I can't help it! I was really out of breath. Funny thing is, I never felt out of breath during an exercise but am ALWAYS out of breath when NOT doing an exercise. I'm so strange. I think I came from planet XE1957356. The people there all have my face and body type. What's to say I don't belong there?
Okay...冷笑话...
But honestly, I think I'm really strange.
My pointe work was okay, but a little unsteady during echappe to second...or whatever that was called. I know it's an echappe something but I'm not sure what. My emboittes weren't too nice either, but I like my paccouru, whatever it's spelt.
Of course, my morale dropped really low when Mrs. Derby pointed out that it should be the front edge of our pointe shoes that are worn out, not our back, which made me really O.o because my back edge was the REALLY worn out part.
-.-"
Honestly, after the exam, I felt as if my grade would be a bare pass or low merit... *wails*
Okay...enough of self-pity.
I'm sure some people already know I lost my camera on Thursday and my bag strap broke (not so much broke as 'detached from bag') on Friday. I was really having a terrible Learning Journey week.
The camera cost about S$400, and my father said that if I couldn't find it he'd deduct this sum from my pocket money. However, the most devastating thing was that the camera held ALL the photos I'd taken from Dairy Farm Quarry, Singapore Quarry AND the ACM, all of which I need for Geography and English AAs!
NOOOOOO!
Luckily, I found it on Saturday morning. I had thought it was lost forever! I thought I hadn't even brought it home! I was really pissed on Thursday night when I searched for it high and low and couldn't find it.
Finding the camera on Saturday was, really, nothing more than a fluke. I woke up late, as usual, and tossed around in bed for a while, enjoying the last few minutes of in bed time, when I rolled to near the edge of my bed and opened my eyes to the things around me. There, in front of me, was my camera, buried under a small cushion I left beside my bed.
I was all: WHAT??? YOU MEAN I WASTED SO MUCH TIME AND ENERGY 2 DAYS AGO TO FIND THE CAMERA AND NOW I FOUND IT JUST BY WAKING UP?!?!?
But of course, you can imagine that I was rather pleased with myself for finding it. Well, I was pleased with God, that is, but I was also a little angry at Him. I mean, He made me expend so much energy searching for the camera only to give it to me as I wake up one bright and sunny Saturday morning.
Can somebody say 'WHAT?!?'
Honestly, the nerve of Him to play around like this... *pulls a long face and sticks tongue out at God*
I was so worried too!
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