Something more lighthearted.

I came by an interesting meme just now, from Facebook I think. Sir Joey sent it to me. Basically you have to answer these questions using song titles from a single artist/band. I used Muse.

Boy or Girl: Pink Ego Box
Describe yourself: Hyper Music
How do you feel:? Feeling Good
Describe where you currently live: City of Delusion
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?: Falling Away With You
Your best friend is: Assassin
What’s the weather like?: Starlight
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called? Butterflies & Hurricanes
What is life to you? Bliss
You fear: Apocalypse Please
What is the best advice you have to give: Sing for Absolution
How I would like to die: Eternally Missed
My soul’s present condition: Invincible
My motto: Time is Running Out
That’s what she said: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You

Yes. XD Thanks Sir!

Tomorrow I might go to Ma’am Paz’s wake. I’m not sure if I can, though, but I’ll see. I’ll be with Himig singing Finale B for her on Friday. I haven’t attended any practices (gasp) but I’m practicing the song by myself anyway.

Please tell me it’s not true

I don’t want to believe it. I can’t.

But as I sit here writing, I can’t stop the tears from flowing anyway.

It’s so wrong. Too sudden, much too sudden. And too early.

She was so full of life and laughter. I can’t believe we’ll never hear her voice again, or be able to laugh at her adorably corny jokes, or see her in her amazingly stylish outfits. I can’t believe the last time I passed by her in the hall was only two days ago, and I didn’t even stop to say hello.

I can’t believe she drowned- she must have been terrified.

I’m still waiting and hoping to find out that this is just some giant, elaborate joke, because somehow I can’t accept that it’s true.

I don’t want to think of flag ceremony. It was awful enough last year when Ate Therene died, although I didn’t know her well. But this time… This time I can’t even imagine.

I don’t think I can take the sight of the tears of other teachers and students. I wonder if she ever knew just how much of an impact she made on all of us.

And the tears run streaming down your face, when you lose something you can’t replace…

Oh Lord. She loved Coldplay.

Lights will guide you home.

Goodbye, Ma’am Paz. We love you, and hope you’re happy, wherever you are now.

Yet Another New Look

Yep, after so long without a single update, I suddenly come out with a new look. Again. XD

This time it’s based on a Nightwish song. I rather like this new Meadows of Heaven theme, it reflects a bit of the song itself. The song is really sweet, somewhat sad, but uplifting and relaxing at the same time. It’s really beautiful.

As usual, I nicked the header off deviantart. I used Meadow by ~Gregory-House for it, because it’s absolutely beautiful. Maybe one day I’ll learn to take lovely photos like that, or I’ll get my best friend to do it for me. XD

Anyway I’ve been quite busy with school these days (I should be working on two papers and a physics report right now actually, along with a maths module) with the Reader’s Theatre and Inkwell. The club’s been doing very well, I’m happy to say, and now I have new material for my literature posts here. I also joined Himig Agham, the choir, and I have to say I’m really glad to have done so. It’s very stress-relieving; much as I love Inkwell, I have to manage club things, so it’s not as relaxing as it used to be. Extremely fun though- I adore all the members. They’re such good sports about their president being so… so… hyper. XD

As for my writings, I feel absolutely terrible for putting them on hiatus for so long. I mean, no one really reads them, so I’m not obligated to update regularly, but still. It’s the principle of the thing. Lakshpanakha has not been progressing, The Lightning Strike was scrapped, Seraphim and Witch Hunt are on a most-likely-permanent holiday in the back of my mind, and all my poems fall flat. It’s depressing, really. On the other hand I have my fanfic The Diary of Yassen Gregorovich to be thinking about, which is extremely fun and easy to write. My problem is the plot- I have the general idea, but the little details that make a story amazing are just not coming to me. I’m rather surprised that not many people have used the diary idea- I mean, Anthony Horowitz left out some pretty obvious bait in the Mission Files book. “It is rumoured that Gregorovich kept a diary all his life, but so far this has not been found.” Temptation, much?

I downloaded a free Russian vocabulary app on my iPod. XD I can say a few simple words now, though I still have to verify whether they’re correct. I can’t read to save my life, though. Oh well. One day I’ll learn.

I’m running out of time right now, since I have to get back to work. Bai!

Alex Rider fan?

Alex Rider fan?

85% (17 out of 20 Questions Correct)

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Dere Meme!

❝which ‘dere’ are you ?❞

Shamelessly stolen verbatim from my friend on LJ, dogstardreams. XD XD

which ‘dere’ are you ?

① comment here
② your friends will decide which ‘dere’ are you
③ ?????
④ profit ♥

the ‘dere’ terms;

tsundere – A character (usually female) who runs ‘hot and cold’, flipping between aggressive and confrontational (tsuntsun, meaning “aloof” or “cranky” in Japanese) and affectionate and sentimental (deredere, meaning “lovestruck”)

yandere – The character almost always appears cute and harmless on the surface… but underneath they are obsessive, controlling, and sometimes just plain insane.

kuudere – Similarly, while she may appear unemotional and practical, it is but a frosty mask that protects her tender, delicate feelings deep underneath the facade, waiting for someone to melt the snow and allow them to spring.

moedere – (i don’t think this term exist, but just in case ;; ) “Moe” (萌え, often spelled moé) is an ill-defined otaku term that means, amongst others, “cute”, “huggable”, “endearing”.

dandere – She doesn’t speak at all mostly, but when there’s no one else but you two, she would be sweet to you.

???dere – can’t find a ‘dere’ that fits your friend ? invent one yourself !! (ex. rikudere, awesomedere, etc )

if you happen to know more deres, please give a shout !!
all from tvtropes

Alex Rider fan?

Alex Rider fan?

75% (15 out of 20 Questions Correct)

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Yes, sadly, only 15/20. I would have thought, considering my obsession with the canon and the fanon, I’d get it all right. XD But the questions were seriously tricky. I’m lucky enough to be so part of the fandom that I recognize Amitai, Von, and Jusmine, but the line “Reader, we murdered it”? I’m sure I’ve read Amitai saying it, but I’m just not sure. XD

Glad I scored more than 86% of test-takers though. XD

Something Different.

If you notice what I usually post on this blog, you’ll soon find out that it’s mostly contemplative stuff, a bit of dreaming and a bit of rambling. This time I’m going to be talking about something rather more controversial, and it’s going to be one of the few times I’m actually going to take a stand on something.

Two years ago, we had an entire quarter of the schoolyear devoted to abortion and contraceptives- or rather, not using them. Our teacher was adamant that abortion without good reason (good reason here meaning things like ectopic pregnancies) was murder. By the end of that quarter, nothing could convince me otherwise.

I’m pro-life myself, but there are times when I become something more along the lines of anti-pro-life. This kicks in when I see the pro-life extremists in action- demonstrations, hate mail, and basically any hostile action, not only against hospitals that offer abortion services, but even against schools that teach about it. I’m not against sex education at all- in fact, I’m all for it, since it’ll give us young people the information we need to make our choices in life. Some people, however, are against even this, and demonstrate it in a way that is disrespectful and sometimes even violent. I cannot understand how a value that prioritizes the human life can have such complete disregard for the dignity of other humans.

Anti-abortion extremists in the US have apparently been posting the home addresses of doctors and nurses on their website, and another site in the UK seems to be taking after them. Not only are they disrespecting people by sending them hate mail, they’re also risking their lives by making them targets for other extremists! Shouldn’t this be illegal? Isn’t this a violation of privacy, which should be a basic right of all humans?

Perhaps as people defend the lives of unborn, helpless children, the tendency is to forget that others have lives of their own as well. Perhaps the tendency is to forget that everyone was created by the Lord and that we are all deserving of a certain amount of dignity, and a certain amount of respect.

Tormented!

I was at the premiere of Tormented in Leicester Square a few days ago, starring Alex Pettyfer, April Pearson, Dimitri Leonidas and Tuppence Middleton. Alex (Alex Rider in Stormbreaker) was a no-show, but I got April’s autograph!

I don’t know quite what to think about Alex anymore though. I mean, I adore him, but perhaps only for his looks and acting. He’s just, well, not my type of guy. He has an absolutely angelic face, but there isn’t anything innocent about him judging by the interviews with Malcolm Mackenzie and Martha de Lacey. I know there are probably some girls swooning over him (haha, I do when I see a Burberry ad [Spring-Summer '09] with him in it) but I’m not too fond of what appears to be his attitude. I can’t really judge based solely on a few interviews so I hope the image I’m getting of him is wrong.

People who know me well know I go a little crazy over cute things, faces included. And true, I still go into my trademark “OMG KYAA!” mode when I see Alex (who is 19, British, and blond) but at least now I know I’m not one to go for looks alone. I can keep my head, haha. To be honest, looks don’t play much of a key factor in the little crushes I get (on real people- characters and actors don’t count).

And by the way, for the people who don’t know Tormented (a.k.a. the general public) it’s a small film recently released in the UK about a bullied student getting his revenge. Basically, this guy is tormented so much by the in-crowd at school that it drives him to suicide, and he gets back at them from beyond the grave by haunting them and picking them off one by one. It’s more like a teen soap than a horror film, and I wouldn’t really watch it (not my type of movie at all).

But what gets me is how the bullies did their thing- by emailing, posting on forums, etc. I adore the Internet, and I hate to see it used in such a way. It can really destroy a person completely, and I think most of us now don’t realize it, or we do and we just don’t care. It’s sad to think that as we gain so much from the interwebz, we might be losing our sense of responsibility and worse- our consciences.

Wah

Oh, dear, I haven’t updated in ages, have I?

Well, this summer hasn’t been too productive yet. I’ve managed gain so much weight, and I’m afraid to say that I haven’t been concentrating as much as I should in review class, though I’m getting passable scores. It’s really quite lucky for me that most of their questions are about reading comprehension and languages, so my scores there make up for my abysmal math scores. But aside from scores, the review class is really quite fun. I’ve made a few friends, like Sam and Gelo. They’re both really really fun, and I feel a bit bad I won’t be able to see them again (I think. Well, we can always hope).

Literature Update:

Lakshpanakha is (obviously) on hiatus. I’m sure you’ve all noticed. I was rereading it and I realized- oh my gosh, I posted this? So I’m going to be rewriting the whole thing which could take a very long time. Sorry to disappoint any who may have actually been reading it XD

Seraphim hasn’t been forgotten. It’s also on hiatus until I can get over the mental block.

MUSEical is being updated as I write, haha, but I’m still having a bit of trouble with the middle. I know the end, I’ve sorted out all the songs, but it’s the plot that’s giving me trouble @_@

I was rereading the entire Alex Rider series again (yeah, I’ve reread it many times, although I seem to be missing Skeleton Key and Snakehead now) and I was inspired. I’m now writing an AR fic of the Y/A persuasion, although it is not to be posted here for obvious reasons It will go elsewhere and that place will be a secret.

Anyway that’ll be it for now. I don’t have much to say (my mind’s wrapped up in a fanmix I just finished downloading) right now so… yeah.

Disappointment.

I realized that I still have a very, very long way to go when it comes to volleyball.

Today we played after school, an informal game. In the beginning I was with most of the guys, and wow, they hit hard. I have to admit, I was very much afraid of being hit by the ball- so everytime it came my way, I would move out. Honestly, I couldn’t contribute anything to the team, so I was feeling a bit disappointed with myself. This went on for several minutes, or maybe even an hour.

Then one time, when the other girls had come in to join already, I saw that someone had hit the ball really high up, and it was coming down towards me. I went to move out of the way, but the ball had been hit very high and was taking a long time coming down. I decided, hey, I’m going to hit this thing. So I stretched out my right arm and pak! I hit it as hard as I could, which wasn’t very hard. But I hit it.

And, apparently, I can’t pass a ball with two hands. I have to do a one-handed pass, which is probably much more difficult. But you see, my brain works a bit slowly so it takes me a while to register the incoming ball- and by the time I’ve registered it I usually don’t have the time to get both my hands into position. So yeah, I’ll stick with my one-armed passes. I hope I’ll be able to learn how to do it properly.

And then, when I tried later on to do service (sidearm) I couldn’t do it anymore. I probably wasn’t concentrating, but it was still very frustrating.

Serve count: 17 in my lifetime. 4 today.

But I honestly really disliked my performance today. I was so afraid of the ball at first, and I actually don’t have bruises on my arm. To me, the bruises were a symbol of how much I practiced, that even if I failed, i had proof that I tried my best. But I had no bruises at all today.