I thought back to what my aunt said about 17 being a good age to fall in love.
And therefore.
TO WHICHEVER DEITY IT IS UP THERE HAVING A BLAST WITH MY LIFE: While I know most other humanoids seem to have a lot of fun shipping me with various people, I thought you'd have more fun things to do. x_x
Ironically, I'm currently wondering over what may be the ruins of a friendship (slow burn mode for me, hoorah!) and absolutely obsessing over Lareine music. Especially Je T'aime. <3 Although looking over the thingy again, I DO wish I'd read this bit: If something has been bothering you today, you can discuss it and clear the air in such a way that there will be no negative feelings. Today it will be easy to let the other person know that you are fond of him and that you are only trying to make the relationship better yesterday. --;;;

On the other hand, in April I will be getting some money and a pretty certificate, all for - basically - being a good girl last year and studying hard in Japanese. Go me!
...Kind of frustrating when the reward is less than the university's compulsory amenities fees.

this meant nothing to me: Thursday, March 31, 2005, 10:15 p.m.

well this is no good
*randomly flips open page in Old English textbook. First line visible:
VIIII KALENDAS IULII. NATALE SANCTE ��ELDRY�E VIRGINIS.
...indeed.

Had most endearing ABSOLUTELYFUCKINGSEARING pain down right side of head/eye today during class. You know, those hideous 'oh god my eye is being pulled out from my nose' headaches. Fortunately, nobody noticed although I probably looked weird with my hand on one eye.
I know everything else looked weird - it was like everyone had turned into paper cutouts and started disobeying the rules of perspective but that's prolly the fault of the headache rather than the one-eyedness.

The Adventure of The Dateless Geeks is seriously winding down, which is sort of a pity, but let the Dead Horse Die, I suppose.

Should update this layout, will update this layout, sweet god I need that Easter break NOW. Have Old English test on verbs tomorrow.
Not looking forward to it. Somehow managed to absolutely pwn the last one though, so teacher will prolly look at me funny when I fail tomorrow.

Also have the strangest thing evar in my possession right now - the first volume of the Princess Ai manga, which I saw at Borders. I'm not a fan, but it was just so pretty I couldn't resist or something. Also managed to pick up a groovy jacket today [followed mom around after school when she came off workstuffs], so that was indeed funky.

this meant nothing to me: Wednesday, March 23, 2005, 08:06 p.m.

Nothing to say, but...
musicNow: Missy Higgins ~ The Special Two
...for some reason, this song depresses me.
Whee.

Oh yeah - in a surprise twist, I OWNED my Old English test. Go me!

this meant nothing to me: Monday, March 21, 2005, 08:55 p.m.

On geek guys and romance
So there's a thread about geek guys and their ability to date chicks on the OzTAKU board and....

Can we say "Easy Pickings"? -_- Honestly, people. Load of whiners.

this meant nothing to me: Saturday, March 19, 2005, 01:42 p.m.

Um...oh dear.
WTF. From this moment on I have a test EVERY GODDAMNED WEEK for two of my classes.
....
Well, it's one way to make sure I keep doing the readings.

Perhaps, in future, I will have the sense to not take three languages at once. --;;; And now for cutesy blog things.

You Are A Romantic Realist

You are more romantic than 40% of the population. You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance. Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know. And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball... But you'd never admit it to your friends!

Stuff and nonsense
musicNow: Bump of Chicken ~ Dandelion
I wonder what they think of SCA members then?
This week's Nodwick = luff worthy.

Got introduced to BoC recently and they can be my new obsession. *_* Dandelion is one of the most awesome tragic songs I've heard in ages, which gives it extra priority on the comic-inspiration playlist. [Extra because it was already on that list before I found a proper translation of the lyrics - it's just a sorta WHEE! Instant Energy! thing]

this meant nothing to me: Thursday, March 10, 2005, 10:20 p.m.

K�tturinn sag�i "Ekki ek,"
First day back at uni!

Spent yesterday, that is, last day of holidays v. nervous and twitchy and so forth. Ended up, with help from beloved niichan, not really caring.

First of all. I have, so far, fairly awesome if slightly mad teachers.

First class was Japanese lecture. Japanese lecture is, for now, being held in Geology Building Theatre 1. The entrance most of us see to that building is a small door in the middle of a perfectly flat brick wall, and a metre in there's another fuzzy wall with a "no consummables" sign so you have to turn left or right [unless you can dematerialise through walls in which case good for you] to enter properly, like a movie theatre, so it looks all narrow and flat and stuff.
Have suspicion door to theatre is actually a TARDIS. At least, watching 200+ people *stream* out of narrow door is very, very amusing.

Japanese lecturer/coordinator is awesome, but it was pretty surprising when, as part of the 'guidelines' about uni, etc [we get immediate post-VCE students in our class this year too...], she stopped to tell us about the university counselling service, in case we get depressed, then asked us to write it down. So the first note I took for the year was the number(s, why it has two I do not know) of the Counselling Service.
...
Niiiiiice.

Kevin also felt the need to ask her mid-lecture about roll-taking, at which point Matt and I were very close to killing him. K said it was because last year in J1B, people liked to bugger off and so we'd only have about 10 students turning up per lecture. Felt like hitting him on the head as obviously more than 10 students decided to rock up today. Sensei passed the roll-sheet around, but I think it stopped on the fifth person. Never reached me, anyway. Sensei said something about not needing to show off in class, wait for after class, etc, to ask big important questions instead of holding everyone else back. I muttered 'thank god!' because there was one guy in a couple of my classes last year who would 'subtly' point out that, eg, teacher's handwriting of Kanji did not *exactly* match printed version in book, is 'such and such grammar fact correct?' etc and often times I wanted to throttle him, too. [I'm a very peaceful person]
Would have been very grateful to know that he was a few rows behind me and still enrolled in this class.
At least he didn't hear.

Old English teacher has told us to call him Bob [which, admittedly, is his real name], if that does not say something awesome, unless you haven't played the Curse of Monkey Island/had friend quoting that ONE GODDAMN LINE at you for a whole year. I think I memorised several Murray quotes not for actually playing it compulsively, but for aforementioned friend not being able to *stop* quoting, funky as he was. Old English looks awesome, but now must buy textbook.

Viking Studies [yes, you read that correctly, that is my class and it runs over 2 semesters] is also very funky. Get to learn Old Norse in it, which is main reason I picked up the course. Unfortunately, some very similar-looking bits between Old Norse and Old English (namely �, � and �) are very different. Got to try read a passage they handed out in Old Norse [The Little Yellow Hen and how she told everyone to bugger off because they wouldn't help her sow the wheat seed she found, harvest the wheat, thresh the wheat or bake the bread]. Realised reading Old Norse makes me feel like I have a lisp. In the end, much as I love it, that aspect is just totally �ucked. Starting to think taking three languages at once may not be such a good idea. Ended up joining the Society for Creative Anachronism because very nice girl who is president of the UoM is in my Viking Studies class. It sounds really, really cool and some Sunday I'm gonna rock up to uni and ask them to let me join them in putting on armour and beating the living stuffing out of whoever pops by. [Hoorah! But somehow, I have joined four clubs this year and two of them were by accident.]

However, v. important question raised among peers. [By me, because I think too much] University has a Pirates class, a Vikings class and probably a Cowboys class tucked away somewhere.

WHY DOES IT NOT HAVE A NINJA CLASS?

Have now made up my mind and know what I will do in postgraduate life. I'm trading in the very noble possibility of doing a PhD in the history of Japanese tentacle smut [no, really] to study ninja. And hopefully, when I have that PhD [by shuriken and bad threats, if nothing else], the school will realise their mistake and employ me [or pay the current J-history teacher more so that he'll do it instead] to teach all about Ninja. Then the Ninja and Pirates classes can get together and debate - intellectually, mind you - about who really is the winner.

(Personally, I love the romanticised version of the pirates best, while realising the more factual pirates probably did not wear white frilly shirts, look v. pretty and have rampant buttsex every night. Ninjas are almost as hot as pirates. Vikings pretty much are the same thing as pirates, just a few thousand years older.)

this meant nothing to me: Monday, February 28, 2005, 09:38 p.m.

ARGH.
#@%$^*%&^@$! SCREW YOU, ALLOC8. *scream* "Ohhhhh, we can't find this page! Oooh, system hardware failure! Sorry, this class is full because we're only listing three of the ten classes on site!"

We're meant to attend the same Old English timeslot on both Monday and Thursday, but for some reason, ALLOC8 flipped that off and assigned me different sessions. And I can't change sessions because otherwise I'll prolly get stuck with a timeslot for Japanese that I really don't want. That's only a fraction of the reason why I'm ranting, though.
Guh. I don't know why I bothered staying up. --;;

this meant nothing to me: Wednesday, February 23, 2005, 01:12 a.m.

I am which-tan now?
Hoorah, new song to obsess over! [DDR's Moonlight Shadow, which is inspiring the WAFFy thoughts *muchly*] It's so....squiffyluff.
Also, am apparently lesbian-worthy. Go me. Wow. I should be a man.

You are MS DOS. Often seen peeking out from around corners, you are shy but indispensable.

Also. I think the new semester may just kill me. Yipe.

this meant nothing to me: Tuesday, February 22, 2005, 10:11 p.m.

Goddamn.
EDIT: Found it. Pity there aren't any screencaps.

----------------------- So I'm trying to look up a certain Doctor Who story arc, but the only things I can remember about it is that it was one of the arcs during Jon Pertwee's run [the third Doctor], and that at one point he dressed up as a cleaning lady [which is why I'm trying to look it up. He makes a stunning cleaning lady. *snrk*]
Oh. And there was a Computer in it who would alternate between (a) screaming "STEVENS!!!" and (b) singing. Other reason I'm trying to look it up. That singing computer was an absolute legend.

this meant nothing to me: Saturday, February 19, 2005, 09:47 p.m.

Hoorah, we know a fool.
Remember how I mentioned about doing church cleaning stuff on Sunday?
Weeeell, I didn't know it, but apparently there was some kinda Chinese New Year's gathering [it's an Asian church] that night, and people made a mess of things. Now, I wouldn't really care, but well...okay, let's set the scene. We're in the car. I'm halfasleep in the backseat [car rides make me sleepy] and mom's expecting a call from someone important today. And suddenly her mobile's gone off - since she doesn't really give out her phone number [she's worse than me...], we naturally expected it to be the person she was actually waiting for. This is basically using what I heard and what she told me the caller, who we'll call "LC", said.
MOM: *picks it up. Before you start whining, she wasn't driving.* Hello?
LC: omg sue i'm dying xox i been trying 2 c4ll u 4 lyk ages n lyk u warnt tere!!3213947fiftyfive
MOM: !? What's wrong?
LC: oh dun worri i cleened teh church 4 u ^-^ even though u ware lyk suposed 2 cleen it but it's okaiz it was SOOOOO messy lololol!!! anywaiz i get 2 cleen teh church n3xt w33k 2, bu7 u can do it if u wans! :)
MOM: ...
MOM: HOW DID YOU GET MY NUMBER.

And then, during the course of the conversation, because my mother is so very very nice and scolds me constantly for cussing, she proceeded to tell the caller that if people are gonna throw a party after we've done cleaning the church then it's their own damn responsibility to clean the place after they're done, and anyway he was harrassing her about an area that WASN'T OUR ROSTERED RESPONSIBILITY IN THE FIRST PLACE. And then he made the bright suggestion "Oh! But that's okay, why don't you clean it on Friday?" to which she replied that she was allowed to clean it any day between Sunday and Friday. And then, because I guess he was feeling suicidal and wanted to push the point, he said "Oh! But since you have nothing better to do on Friday, why not clean it again then?".
To this she replied that nobody fucking said she had to clean the church on Friday, we did our assigned duty [and bloody hell if we didn't do extra. >< My back just went blip from the sweeping because sweet god why is it that the church has like, fifty mini dustpans and not a single one you can use while standing?! And then I nearly freaked because I hadn't actually read the chore list aforehand and sweeping was something mom slapped on because she thought it was on the list.], if he wanted to go and play housemaid after they'd finished then that was his own damned business but not to try and push her into homicide by suggesting we do a second round on Friday because she had better things to do with her time thank you very much.
Well, she didn't cuss, but I would've if she'd let me have a go. Apparently, he got mom's mobile number from the Pastor - our guess is that he rang the Pastor, bitched in a saintly manner [read: brownnosed] about having to go and clean up the church himself (what I want to know is, why the hell did he go in the first place?), and then asked him for mom's number so he could whine to her.

LC rang up later to apologise, but I don't think she was very impressed. He's not an entirely bad person, just a bit stupid sometimes.

Gee, I WONDER WHY SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE LEFT THAT CHURCH?

this meant nothing to me: Thursday, February 17, 2005, 09:58 p.m.

More on the funky family
music: The Archies ~ Seventeen Ain't Young
Mom called one of my aunties (in-law on the mother's side, but you wouldn't really know it from her happy cutesy attitude) back in SG today. She's an awesome lady, a bit scarier now that she's all settled [well, several years settled] into motherhood, but still fun to talk to.

But you know how in every family there's always going to be someone who asks "So, have you got a boyfriend yet?"

Yah. Still awesome though, it's actually kinda fun talking about her dating history, etc. =D She's really pretty. But aaaanyway.
So, mom hands me the phone, and aunty starts telling me about cousin's boyfriend and then asks the Doom Question. Once again, I disappoint her, although I think I managed to hold her attention with a jailbait story. [Don't ask. But man...I just learned that I *cannot be romantically involved with high school boys, even though they're older than me*. Not for any legal reasons or whatever, but it's just...I'm in uni and...well...ick. Good god. And yes, my beloved oryza, I'm still unattached to any other than you~. It's not my fault little boys are strange. ;o; Older men it is for me [nonotyouyousickpedoARGH] until I hit middle age or something, in which case young boys are okay because it's a fetish and...wait, what the fuck am I saying?]

ANYWAY. She did the whole advice thing ("DON'T get a guy shorter than you!" "Don't worry, most people still mistake me for an arm rest. Guys shorter than me are generally illegal." "Get a boyfriend! Doesn't matter if he's Asian or not! Get one and bring him here so I can see him!"). And then she told me 17 is a good age to fall in love at.

...
....
I mean, dude...
...
...well...

She's a nice, funny lady, so I don't get irritated when she keeps talking about guys. X3
I wonder what she'd say if I told her about my current wife & fiance status?
....Probably ask me to bring her home. Them home. Um. Hm.

this meant nothing to me: Tuesday, February 15, 2005, 08:45 p.m.

miscellany, today
Got bored on Sunday, followed the folks out for some church-cleaning duty or whatever the hell they keep getting signed up for.
Something I have forgotten after three, four years of not being there that did not amuse me on the day: one of the doors has been *put on upside down*. As in, you have to push the handle up to open the door, and the keyhole is above the handle, facing down.
Funny how it swings the right way, though.

With all the renovation work and them donations that went toward it, you think they'd have fixed it by now. �_�

Also, they have the BIGGEST KEYBOARD EVAR...stored on the top shelf of the storeroom, top shelf being about 6' above the ground. And yes, they do use it on a weekly basis. And please note that this is an Asian church I'm talking about, and is therefore populated by shortarses.
...um....

Had meant to go to some sort of gathering on Sunday, ended up not. [long story, don't want to get into it.] But there's this paternal cousin of mine and by god she is...amusing. I'm the youngest in the second generation on the paternal side (maternal side is another matter - it's only a matter of years before we have enough people to take over all of Singapore, and no, I am not kidding. o_o), so most of my cousins from that side of the family tree are, what, 30s, early 50s (again, not kidding. There are people who are supposed to be my nephews/nieces [okay, second cousins, but for some reason they get called nephews. And nieces] who I can't help but think are meant to be my cousins. One of them got married recently...more on that later), and almost all have kiddles of their own.
Anyhow, this particular cousin, well, she's very much the traditional Asian mother in that she'll blare her horn over her kids any given opportunity. At last year's gatherings, when she found out I'd just finished the big ol' VCE and did the VCD [Vis Comm Design, not "Stupid VCE"] subject, she started talking about her son's experiences with it. Long story short - and I say this because I zoned out halfway - she basically said "Oh! My son did Vis Comm, and he was marvellous at it! On his last assignment, he left everything to the last minute, rushed it and then, because my poor baby was so tired, let me and his sister finish everything on that one night - oh, I was up late cutting and pasting and the next day he handed it in and got a really high mark ^-^"
Except she might've used l337 speak, like I said, I zoned.

The other time I got to have a good snicker at her was on the phone, also sometime last year. Some people who try to call my place will often confuse me for my mother or vice versa - I don't know HOW ON EARTH YOU PEOPLE THINK but I'm pretty sure I don't sound *that* much like her. Or vice versa. I think that's why I started answering the phone with a mostly happily stoned voice a couple years back. AND PEOPLE STILL CONFUSE ME FOR HER.
But anyway. Conversation went as such, where C denotes cousin, M be me and Sue denotes mother's nickname:
C: Sue!
M: Er...no.
C: ...Sue ah!
M: Um, no, not Sue.
C: Sue?
M: No.
C: ...
C: Oh! The daughter ah! [Yes, the daughter. That is what you people will call me from this day forth. o_o;]
M: Yah. My mom's out.
C: ...Sue!
M: ... [thinking: WTF?!] Noooo, she's out...
C: Ohhhh.

I stopped listening after that, so I can't remember the rest.

Anyway, about the married 'nephew', LH, I mentioned earlier (Unlike the cousins, the third generation are *mostly* closer to my age, from about six years younger than me to...what, ten, twelve years older?). Dad went to his wedding last year, and brought back some VCD LH had made for his wedding. [look, it was in Malaysia, they're very proud about that sorta thing.] VCD was basically collage of photos set to pretty background and Mandarin-mixed-with-Engrish love song, which was sweet, except..
well...

I don't know, am I the only one who doesn't find "你是我的老婆" [Ni shi wo de lao po, if the Chinese doesn't show], which literally translates to "You are my old lady" romantic? I don't know, it just doesn't work. I don't *care* if it can be translated to "you are my beloved wife!", anyone who tells me I can be their old bird had better be prepared to leg it.

this meant nothing to me: Monday, February 14, 2005, 10:33 p.m.

On the other hand-
You know how sometimes you see something that shocks you or affects you or just tears you up and your heart goes BLAM! at 50 miles per second?
Maaaaaaaaaan.

And when combined with a roller-coaster headache...
Well, dude, who needs *stimulants*?

this meant nothing to me: Friday, February 4, 2005, 10:29 p.m.

...huh?
So for some reason there are like 7 or 8 people coming over to our place in the sticks tomorrow.
uh, huh?

Probably should have started cleaning my room yesterday. >>;;; Oh dear.

After Wednesday, I don't think I'll want to see *anyone* for some time. x-x

this meant nothing to me: Monday, January 17, 2005, 09:17 p.m.

blatherings
music: Godiego ~ Gandhara
Well. Have been my usual, speedy, punctual self as of late and....Christmas art finished today! Finally! Sent e-cards. With any luck, will reach them by next Christmas? Hopefully put addresses and whatnot in the right fields, as have spinny headache right now. If not, some people can have the happy knowledge of knowing that they've sent me a card that's otherwise directed at them. Would be vaguely appropriate!

Still working on redesign for my site. Wow, I've left it for...like...a year.

It's too hot.

this meant nothing to me: Thursday, December 23, 2004, 10:35 p.m.

Gwah.
Summer: the season of power blackouts in my area.

Maybe I should move.

Still, though, power failures remind me how nice the night breezes can be. Otherwise, they're just really really annoying.

this meant nothing to me: Saturday, December 18, 2004, 09:54 p.m.

negative transfer?
music: The Blue Hearts ~ Jounetsu no Bara
I have my last exam for the year tomorrow. I should be studying for it instead of listening to the Blue Hearts, scribbling at my inner muse's will (yes, a muse with a muse...), and typing this up.

...hahahayeahwhatever. x-x VCE people, you have no idea how much I hate you right now.

this meant nothing to me: Sunday, November 21, 2004, 08:38 p.m.

Not moved, just specialised.
So I got bored. X3
This thing is suffering overneglect. Ah well.

this meant nothing to me: Thursday, November 11, 2004, 10:05 p.m.

A series of bloody good reasons to be cranky
So I had to work on this big, bad, bitching A3 poster thing. And I decided to CG it all in Painter. Then, because it has to be a PSD file and I'm rushing, last night, I loaded it up in Photoshop and made a happy little background, while merging all the "artsy" layers so they're not easily editable (security thing, I suppose). So I've gone from using about 15 layers in the original, to 3 in the final version. So it should shrink down from its original size of ~300 MB, right?
Frigging Photoshop decides "Ooh! PSD is too small! Let's BEEF THE GODDAMNED THING UP A BIT." Filesize shoots from 300 MB to 800 MB.
Okay, that's okay. I had to zip it so I could burn it. Zipping works
Two failed attempts at burning later, I give up and go take a nap (it was about midnight by this time). Open PSD in Painter.
Painter somehow brings PSD size down to 200 MB. WTF? But hey, small is good. Okay, I tweak it a bit, save it and prepare to burn.
Three more attempts later, it finally works.

If I weren't happy with the lineart, I'd say I never want to see the goddamned picture again. -_-;;; Time to clear out the hard drive, too...definitely. *sweatdrop*

this meant nothing to me: Monday, October 18, 2004, 08:54 p.m.

Hmph.
musicNow: Stabbing Westward ~ Save Yourself
I got a teaching gig for next-next Tuesday, next-next Wednesday and next-next-next Someday! ...unfortunately, Wednesday job is too far and therefore I will probably not take it.
Now, the n-n-Tuesday and n-n-n-w-t-f-day sounded like good jobs when I took them. Close to my place, during the morning/afternoon, nice paypacket andandand during non-school hours.
So I friggin' thought.
I love Japanese and I have awesomespiffy teachers, but apparently the Speaking Test/NonClassDays this time are going to be Wednesday and Thursday, not Tuesday and Wednesday as they usually are.
This means that, at best, I'll have to miss an hour of the job, and go down to the city for class for two hours. Bleargh. I really like my teacher too...the teacher of the other class is excellent too, but my usual teacher for that class is ....really really hypercutesy. It's kinda scary, but nifty at the same time.
And they still owe me money for the last teaching job. Honestly. >x

I wanna study Norse. Andandand. I knew there was a reason I use the nick Spae. XD
So, cranky angryness and missing loneliness aside, it's not so bad after all, right now. I started re-reading the Oz series too. Ojo = funky. I find it kind of amusing that two of the childrenbook-illustrators have such similar names. And I got an LJ, but only really for the Play comic and perving on friends' entries. Or did I already say that?
Hm.

this meant nothing to me: Thursday, October 14, 2004, 10:17 p.m.

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
music: Kotani Kinya ~ No! Virtual
Yus, still here. Mani was fun. Did stuff. Currently on two week break, which means two weeks of extra homework to make up for lack of schooling. Because I have procrastinated all my homework. Dwargh.
Finished issue 3 of Always Play last night. Today was deadline. Ha-HA!

Did work-like-thing today. Was sleepy. Had the bright idea that a coffee would help revive the energy boost I had last night.
Had even brighter idea that coffee+sugar = good energy boost.
Ended up drinking coffee mixed with five packets of sugar and a little boost drink thing.
Am not likely to get any sleep tonight despite current fatigue. Stupid slow burning energy.
On other hand, work thing went fairly well.

Am feeling somewhat upsettably out of it at the moment, so any shiny thing to distract my attention would be appreciated.
On the bright side, I went op-shopping before work-thing today (lotsa good clothes, each clothing item for $2. Very nice~), since I forgot to bring a jacket with me, since work finished at night. While jacketsearching, found the most awesome purply-blue top. It's a midriff, so I'll have to wear something under it if I ever wear it out, but it looked pretty good over the funky tank-top-turtleneck lovechild T I was wearing today, so that's one problem solved.
edit: I just realised - with the clothes I have now, I can almost pull off an all-black version of Rufus's clothes.
*lovehappy*

this meant nothing to me: Tuesday, September 21, 2004, 09:07 p.m.

OMG, an update!
musicNow: Serial Experiments Lain ~ Tooi Sakebi (ED)
Quote from today. Originally drew it up as a sheepcat diary, but decided it reads better in plain text.
SITUATION: Next week, some Japanese people are coming to our Session 3, so we can practice speaking with native speakers. Sensei told us that we should form groups of 2-4 people, and each group would talk to one visitor for a couple minutes. And then she told us that we had to think up topics to talk with the visitors about, like our project topics.
My group project topic (I'm working with a whopping total of one other person) is crossdressing and homosexuality in Jrock.

So a few minutes later, when our awesomefunky sensei (who has, by some stroke of amazement, actually APPROVED my subject) wanders over to our larrikin table to see if we're talking about intelligent conversation with the girls for next week, or planning on blatantly hitting on them-
SENSEI: Have you actually planned anything to talk about yet?
ANNA: [gleefully] Homosexuality!
SENSEI: Okay, well, just remember that this is also a group discussion. For example, during the conversation, Wen-san can also ask Pete-san - 'Pete-san, what do you think about homosexuality?' And Pete-san can say-"
PETE: [interrupting] "I'm not a lesbian."
SENSEI: ...and after that, Jem-san can reach across the table and interrupt-
PETE: "I think Pete's a lesbian."

Later that day, during a webcam-conversation with students from Keio university, the same sensei told me to ask them about my project, so I asked them what they knew about the topic, and when it got popular.
From behind the camera, sensei kept mouthing "ASK THEM IF THEY CROSSDRESS TOO."

I have a cut on my left index finger that I don't even remember getting. O_o Still need to get something drawn for Mani, egad.

PS. The Tripod gig rocked.

this meant nothing to me: Wednesday, August 11, 2004, 08:25 p.m.

Take a deep breath now.
music:
TRIPODARECOMINGTOMELBOURNEUNITOMORROWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.
It kinda sorta makes up for not being able to go to the MUSE concert, yah. X3 I'm gonna see if I can get something signed. Like a blank page. Iunno. Wai!
This means I'm probably going to leave my lecture early (even though they apparently don't start til half-past)

Wow. O_o My life is one big cycle.

this meant nothing to me: Monday, July 26, 2004, 08:23 p.m.

fweeblefucking
"Special" entry, read only if you know I won't snap at you for doing so, and you folk know who you are.
I have just made a mind-jarring discovery.
I have spent far too much time caring about lowlife degenerates who AREN'T going to change. Whose lives I have not affected in any way, good, bad or ugly. And I perhaps don't spend enough time with those people who genuinely do worry about me, whose lives I HAVE affected.

That isn't the new part of the story.
What's new is learning who doesn't care. That learning why they still speak to me on friendly terms even though they've seen my worst side is because, as far as I can see, they really don't care about me, I haven't affected them in any way and that to them my name is just another random mix of letters in the world.
the REALLY fucked up part is that the other way round isn't at all true.

I feel so jibbed.

this meant nothing to me: Sunday, July 25, 2004, 09:18 p.m.

FrodoxSam!
If you weren't convinced by the ABUNDANCE of hints in the first LOTR movie that Sam and Frodo are a gay couple, then click this link and scroll down to about halfway through the page.

this meant nothing to me: Thursday, July 22, 2004, 09:52 p.m.

UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
music: MUSE ~ Time Is Running Out
MUSEisplayinghereMUSEisplayinghereMUSEisplayingheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!
But considering it's after Manifest (Sept), I probably won't have money to go. ;-; Plus it's on a Wednesday night and I'd have nowhere to crash anyway but WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

*collapses*

this meant nothing to me: Tuesday, July 20, 2004, 10:27 p.m.

till I...er...what?
musicNow: Harry Belafonte ~ Day O
x_x Song addictions are not good for me, especially when I'm being addicted to more than one song at a time. But. I just had to post this.
While looking for lyrics to Day O (a song I got addicted to through the Beetlejuice movie....still need to watch the end of it. ><), I found a most interesting version of the lyrics.

Okay, so there's a line in the song that's pretty much repeated every alternate line:
Daylight come and me wan' go home.

In the first transcript version of the lyrics I found online, they've very interestingly (but understandably) misheard the lyrics as:
Till I come, and me wan' go home.
....
Right.
I mean, you know, the lyrics do sound a bit confusing and if you're not used to the accent or whatever the mistake is understandable but, er....

On that note I claim that Day O is not a song about slaves but vampires. Of course!

this meant nothing to me: Saturday, July 17, 2004, 11:04 a.m.

Oh dear god.
musicNow: Henry Mancini ~ The Pink Panther Theme I just had some funky funky news tonight.
Pretty-Geoff's going to cosplay for Manifest!
But not just any cosplay.
We roped Geoff into our big Naruto Cosplay Group for Manifest.
But it gets better.
No, not crossplay. Not so good.
Pretty pretty Geoff-chan is GOING TO COSPLAY MY BELOVED SHIKAMARU-KUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN. (Hopefully in the awesomeluffy fishnet shirt)
*dies of happiness*

I don't care if it's out of character for little Hinata-chan to glomp Shikamaru-kun like mad, but I'm an obsessive Shika-fangirl (I've...grown a bit out of the Sasuke fandom, scarily enough. O.o Neji and Kiba are truly heart-worthy though...*sigh*), so there.

And as an added bonus, I now have a log of Rid-kun being hit on. And not by Seth. But I won't show that today. Andandand. Just to make your eyes explode (warning: MIND-SCARRING IMAGES AHEAD.)
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says: i've tried to draw Snape 3 times, and instead, ended up with Ollivander.
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says: OLLIBLOODYVANDER.
aesthete [ BOXER BRIGADE! ] says:O.o Refresh my memory, who's Ollivander?
aesthete [ BOXER BRIGADE! ] says:*hopes you're not talking about the politician*
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says:ollivander is the dude who does the wand shop in Harry Potter books
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says: heheheh NO im not, thank goodness
aesthete [ BOXER BRIGADE! ] says: .....O.O WTF?
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says: YES. that's why i'm annoyed. ollivander indeed.
aesthete [ BOXER BRIGADE! ] says: Maybe, you know, Ollivander is Snape's bastard father.
aesthete [ BOXER BRIGADE! ] says:And he's being overprotective.
aesthete [ BOXER BRIGADE! ] says: "NO! No you may NOT draw hot porn of my son!"
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says: O_O
aesthete [ BOXER BRIGADE! ] says: <--has a sick and twisted mind, hurrah!
aesthete [ BOXER BRIGADE! ] says: Or maybe Olli just wants in on teh hot sexx0r.
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says: that sounds like........ oh man.
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says: oh MAN. the images. BAD.
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says: he's three hundred years old.
aesthete [ BOXER BRIGADE! ] says: Heheh....
aesthete [ BOXER BRIGADE! ] says: The REAL wand-test!
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says: you've have thought its shrivelled away to nothing by now......
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says: *mutters*
aesthete [ BOXER BRIGADE! ] says: "Now, Harry...are you sure THIS isn't the right wand for you? Give it another wave. Another stroke."
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says: yeah, lets hope no one grabbed it
nix : Public Service Pornography! Today! says: *dies*

And on a side note, I think my mind is going to explode. T_T If that nutcase hadn't posted about it, I never would have to deal with all this personal "UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" crap. (I never even knew the little kiss emoticon existed until he posted it.) Even if you never read this, man, I hate//heart you.

this meant nothing to me: Thursday, July 15, 2004, 09:21 p.m.

Hweeblerandomity
music: Sophia ~ Oh My Love
Random fun and notage.
The July 7th WWWA marathon was one of those few days I had to check I had all my clothes on before leaving the place. Not for any...funfunky reasons, but because I'd took off my gloves, scarf and hat of Funk to dress up a prettyboy.
I really need to start writing down what clothes I wear to OzTAKU outings. It just makes end-of-day inventory checks so much easier. I can't find one of my gloves, either. It's somewhere in my room, though.

I'm going to Manifest this year! (Again!) I've got my Saturday cosplay ready (though it looks a tad odd), Sunday cosplay isn't quite complete. Ack. I'm going as Hinata (Naruto) for the Sunday, to join the Big OzTAKU Group Cosplay, but making the forehead protector and badge-thing scares me. And why must Hinata wear short pants? And BANDAGES around her legs? ;-;

Anyway, today. I went to the OzT outing today. Kirin glomped me and literally suffocated me with her E-cups. That was...impressive. o_o;;

And I would swear I had something interesting to say. O.o Fwee!

this meant nothing to me: Wednesday, July 14, 2004, 09:10 p.m.

misogynist: a man who hates women as much as women hate each other.
music: MUSE ~ Uno
I'm kinda annoyed right now, but it's a simmering sort of annoyance buried underneath layers of WHEE!ness.
Warning: LOTS of swearing ahead.

I did the March Appeal doorknock this year and learned two things from it. The first is that most of the people in my area are tight-fisted arseholes who can afford three cars and fucking cable and still can't cough a fifty cent donation for charity and the poor little girl wandering outside on a hot day. Prime examples include mostly old men who decide it's too difficult to reach into their actual fucking pockets and pull out a dime or two, but hey, that's okay, fuck you. -_- I made something like 29 dollars, and I donated about fucking ten of those. I mean, christ people, no wonder charity's always banging down everyone's door. It's the fucking charity workers who end up giving the most out of sheer fucking embarrassment.
(The exceptions being a nice old lady, a nice old man who was so nice that he gave about five bucks even though he was in the middle of making breakfast and my very awesome one-door-down neighbours, who have two gorgeous dogs now. And these were like DUDE, exceptionsfunky. Nice people.)

The other thing I learned is that either the Red Cross are INCREDIBLY slow with delivering the certificate of appreciation or ....well, that's it really. Maybe I should have been slower sending the money in. : I just sent them an email asking what happened. Hopefully there's a good reason.

Other thing that's got me annoyedcuriouswhatthefuck tonight. Okay. Start conversation with friend. Friend is perky. Okay, cool, whatever. Have conversation. About 1/8th into conversation, friend starts complaining about day. Hey, I'm a friend, I'm here to listen, that's okay. Then friend says something, I ask perfectly reasonable question, he starts being an ass, I tease him that he's too cynical, and the fucker says I'm insulting him. Well, er, okay. He tries to be reasonable. I put question to him again because I don't see what's wrong with my question, or why the situation that spurred my question was unreasonable.
Well, jeez, you don't have to act like the fucking Chinese government. O.o
I tried to help this dude, but he was all tamagothy (and THAT I put up with pretty damn well this time, believe me. I didn't even insult him.), and then basically told me that there was only one person who could help him = ie, our conversation for the past twenty minutes had been a waste of time.
I want that time back, fuckit. I could have been doing something useful then. Huh.

Also. This is going to come as a shock to some of you. But. I'm giving up critting people except by pleading request-with-benefits. I know there are people out there who crit even though crit-ee starts throwing temper tantrums and accuses crit-er of being a homosexual friendless illiterate who sits at his computer all day and flames other people; or the actually more annoying crit-ees whose catchphrases include
"Yeah, whatever, IT'S JUST A PLAN OKAY"
"It's not finished, I'm going to erase that part anyway"
Or, my favorite, "IT'S MEANT TO BE LIKE THAT! Creative license!"
I'm not a commodity, people. Think carefully before you ask me to crit something. And don't assume I've got all the free time in the world for you, mmkay? (Although you "Exceptions" know who you are. Freeloading bastards. I love you though. ;3 Unless you're someone like Ting and you found this through fucking Google. In which case, piss off you dirty perverts, and go back to looking up kiddie porn or whatever and LEAVE THOSE UNDERPANTS ALONE.)

Also, how do you tell someone when their work needs lots and lots of reviews; ie, their work at this point in time is a piece of shit? No, really, I'd like input on this one.
Okay, I'm done.

Moral: Don't do anything for charity unless your scholarship-earning certificate is not only on time, but gold-fucking-plated. In fact, don't do jack for anyone else. Except me. I don't know. Whatever. Whee!

this meant nothing to me: Monday, July 5, 2004, 09:51 p.m.

merf
Lessee if the taggie works now.

this meant nothing to me: Saturday, July 3, 2004, 08:31 p.m.