Last day of January and one week before doom.
heyyy I might be leaving Livejournal and the internet world for around two weeks or so because of Chinese New year preparations and this Friday. OMG this Friday… I am totally walking in the path for death. I wasn’t bothered to study for most of my math quizzes and I ACTUALLY FORGOT TO ATTACH THE LAST SHEET TO THE EXAM. FUCK. Mrs. C said that we had two girls who failed in Maths. I’m putting 100 on it that one of them is me. and then another 100000000 on wishing I didn’t fail. This term I am DEFINETELY not gonna slack off. If I ever do, I swear, all you people who hate me (I know you’re on this earth somewhere) you guys can kill me, rip me into pieces and throw me down the hell hole of the earth. my heart is crossed
Soooo, yeah
today was preeeeeeeeeeeeeettty okay… I guess… apart from the minibus incident.
I was on this minibus you see to get to my taekwondo class. So I told him to drop me off at the minibus stop ‘round the corner. He MISSED it, even though it was in PLAIN SIGHT. so I told him to drop me off at the NEXT minibus stop. and he MISSED IT AGAIN. I was like just let me go off the damn bus >:E . and noooooo, he wouldn’t. He just went on about how dangerous it was to get off in the middle of the road. I was getting really pissed off. I was already late and I don’t wanna miss the sparring session. So I was really grateful for the couple sitting next to me. They started shouting at the driver saying that if she wants to get off then let her.
I was FINALLY able to get off… but I ended up walking around for like 20 minutes until I could get to the Gym.
Next time, I’m just gonna walk from the Trains instead of taking a useless, maniacal minibus. >;E
Back to happy stuff. This year for CNY, Mom finally put me in charge of SOMETHING worthy. for the past two years, all I did was pour out the tea, open the door, talk to the guests, and repeat blessings to the world. This year, since I miraculously succeeded in making 6 batches of self-invented scones and cookies for the christmas party (no simran, I didn’t bring the scones to the party there were only the chocolate decorated cookies there) , Mom decided to let me try out the recipes in the Cookie recipe book she got me last christmas.
I think I’m gonna make 3 batches of vanilla almond cookie, 1 batch (yes one only because the elders hate the sour, the adults are okay and the kids vomit at it.. the only people who likes it are me, mom, aunt, gramps and a few cousins, I think? )Lemon and cream cookie, and 4 batches of vanilla chocolate chips. I know that chocolate chips would be the fastest to go considering the sweet tooth most of my relatives seem to have. 0A0
The drama rehearsals are going fine, I guess. The interclass thing about the colored people still sucked what with the ‘shy’ narrators and my lack of grasp on Brown kid’s angry character… I seem to have gotten approval from my teacher and classmates that my brown kid was pretty good, but I still feel so out of the character… I wasn’t able to do the angry expressions of being offended as well as I could. I have GOT to overcome the eye thing… it freaks myself out a bit too sometimes.
The one with Mrs. Dalton isn’t as bad, I think I covered the motherly figure pretty okay but the crying bit where I lose my son kinda kills me. I mean, I need to cry over a kid who is my unbiological sister, can’t stop smiling during rehearsals and glomp me every single moment she could? 0A0
really, crying intentionally isn’t hard, but crying with the emotion. now that’s hard. Most of the time when I cry in acting, I start making crying sounds and then the tears come flowing. There were only a few times I have actually been able to cry without a sound just let the tears run. But those times were rare, they were also the times when my mom was there… somehow every time my mom sits during my performance, I was always able to do better… must be the aura. ==
At school, we have this ‘Budding Poets’ competition with the schools in Hong Kong. The organization gives you a bunch of topics to select from and then you have to write a poem on it. I didn’t get chosen. neither did Tiffany get chosen either, when last year we were one of the five selected poems to be sent. Kat was in again this year, we kind of expected that since she got into the semi-finals last year… but I have this feeling that some of the chosen ones this year weren’t worth it. I mean, sure, their composition skills in essays are amazing. but poetry? Honestly? Poetry doesn’t base on the writing skill you possess, but rather the feeling you have, the emotion you are writing about. You don’t describe the damn object. It is the emotion, the message, the communication you wish to give to the reader. If all you do is to just use the poetic devices, then fuck you. You are just heading down the road of the useless air-headed, misunderstanding, IDIOT who thinks that poetry is just another way of writing essays in shorter form. Because it isn’t . They are totally different things, that fit into a different category.
If you feel like you’re the person described above, please I really don’t mean to offend you or anything. I’m just stating the definition of poetry and venting out my anger and confusion about the selection of entrants. Oh and I forgot. I fucking HATE that damn teacher who picked the entrants. He’s an Idiot himself, choosing those based on their english skills and essay writing capability.
I have a public-speaking coming up during Mid-Febuary. I originally had two topics on stand-by but I ended up having to abandon them because they aren’t ‘newsy enough’ but just an opinion poll, F-list, which one sounds better as a public speech to you;
a) The discrimination of the retarded, deformed and sick in the community
or
b) The reason for teens to hide the truth.
Please help me.
Love you all :D
P.S. I’m planning on making a doujinshi… not sure if its allowed because of my age and everything…… but I really wanna try something new and make use of what I learned in my past… 12 years? ^^