Why hello there,
This is just a quick post because I finished my Chinese exam like half an hour early, which is extremely worrisome if you ask me. I can't decide if I feel like I did poorly or did extremely well, but I know I missed at least one thing. This exam didn't feel very comprehensive of the second semester- really more the last unit. Which I should have known (my teacher did this last semester) and should have prepared for.
That being said, I'm still waiting to do the spoken part of my exam, which I either rock or completely fail at every time I do it. Starting to wonder if she's completely forgotten about me, considering I'm on my computer which makes me look "done".
My dance exam is next, which is kind of terrifying. Mostly because I finished choreographing my solo around 11pm last night and I'm not certain if part of it is physically possible. So, hopefully I won't break my ankles trying it today, or performing it later. At least I get to have my hair up in a bun right now, which makes me feel pretty ^_^
Something that doesn't make me feel pretty right now is my new tech club sweatshirt. While I love that it says "Got Gaff?" on it and is very fuzzy/warm, it's a little too fuzzy. I kind of am covered in black fuzz! Which is to be expected considering it was a warm morning and I was sweating and all that... but seriously, a fuzzy ballet dancer is not a happy one. Should have known better...
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
20 Cents
Okay, I really should be studying for finals right now. But something is kind of bugging me, so I'll write about it to clear my head before I start bullying my brain into studying.
This morning into the early afternoon I was hanging out with Nick around Orchard Road. Unfortunately practically nothing was open, so we ended up wandering aimlessly around for a while. Actually, Nick wanted to pick up his copy of Diablo III and some sweatshirts, but neither of those happened. At least I got something done....
I have a project due Monday that requires A3 paper, so we went to this really awesome art store called Art Friend to pick some up. So paying would be quicker, I got out 80 cents (a 10 cent, a 50 cent, and a 20 cent coin) and was holding them in my hand. However, I dropped the 20 cent coin just as the man in front of me was getting his change. When I went to pick my coin up, the cashier lady and the man thought it was his coin. However, I didn't realise this and took the 20 cents. The man said something along the lines of "Wow, you must be really broke," as he left. What confuses me is that I checked my hand when I dropped the coin, and I only had 60 cents. Then, I picked up the coin and had 80 cents. So, I'm pretty certain that was my coin.
Even if I am at fault and that 20 cents was somehow his, I think his comment was pretty mean. He could have just said, "Excuse me, that's my 20 cent coin" and I would have given it to him. Even after he walked out of the store and met up with his wife/girlfriend person waiting with his baby, he was still ranting about this. Honestly, it was 20 cents so not a big deal either way, but it doesn't hurt to be polite in this day and age. And I really did think it was my coin.
Okay, I'm blowing this incident out of proportion.
Anyways, time to go study. I probably won't post again until after finals...
This morning into the early afternoon I was hanging out with Nick around Orchard Road. Unfortunately practically nothing was open, so we ended up wandering aimlessly around for a while. Actually, Nick wanted to pick up his copy of Diablo III and some sweatshirts, but neither of those happened. At least I got something done....
I have a project due Monday that requires A3 paper, so we went to this really awesome art store called Art Friend to pick some up. So paying would be quicker, I got out 80 cents (a 10 cent, a 50 cent, and a 20 cent coin) and was holding them in my hand. However, I dropped the 20 cent coin just as the man in front of me was getting his change. When I went to pick my coin up, the cashier lady and the man thought it was his coin. However, I didn't realise this and took the 20 cents. The man said something along the lines of "Wow, you must be really broke," as he left. What confuses me is that I checked my hand when I dropped the coin, and I only had 60 cents. Then, I picked up the coin and had 80 cents. So, I'm pretty certain that was my coin.
Even if I am at fault and that 20 cents was somehow his, I think his comment was pretty mean. He could have just said, "Excuse me, that's my 20 cent coin" and I would have given it to him. Even after he walked out of the store and met up with his wife/girlfriend person waiting with his baby, he was still ranting about this. Honestly, it was 20 cents so not a big deal either way, but it doesn't hurt to be polite in this day and age. And I really did think it was my coin.
Okay, I'm blowing this incident out of proportion.
Anyways, time to go study. I probably won't post again until after finals...
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Dragging Days
I am rather surprised that it is only Tuesday today. Yesterday seems like it had gone on forever, which was strange considering it was an "easy day" for me. Dance was really annoying- I really dislike choreography and would rather learn someone else's than actually create my own. Not to mention I have to choreograph in a particular style, which is irritating overall. Thankfully, I didn't have to do anything in Chinese class, so ultimately I didn't do anything.
The year is almost over, which is another thing that continues to surprise me. For whatever reason, I have felt that for most of the year that Sophomore year would never end. Time has sped up recently, which is weird considering each day feels so long. For example, I'm currently in third period... which feels like it has been eons. Yet, prom was about a month ago, I turned 16 a bit over a week ago, and I have finals in another week. I can't decide if I am glad the year is ending... I guess I'd say yes because that means summer is approaching, but at the same time I like hanging out with my friends. While it's nice that there is social networking to keep in touch with people, I'd rather spend time with people in person.
On that note, I have a lot of work I should be doing. I have fetal pig sketches, a biology project, an English essay and a math test Thursday. Not to mention that finals are what, next week?
So I shouldn't be posting again any time soon, because I ought to be studying. We'll see how that goes...
The year is almost over, which is another thing that continues to surprise me. For whatever reason, I have felt that for most of the year that Sophomore year would never end. Time has sped up recently, which is weird considering each day feels so long. For example, I'm currently in third period... which feels like it has been eons. Yet, prom was about a month ago, I turned 16 a bit over a week ago, and I have finals in another week. I can't decide if I am glad the year is ending... I guess I'd say yes because that means summer is approaching, but at the same time I like hanging out with my friends. While it's nice that there is social networking to keep in touch with people, I'd rather spend time with people in person.
On that note, I have a lot of work I should be doing. I have fetal pig sketches, a biology project, an English essay and a math test Thursday. Not to mention that finals are what, next week?
So I shouldn't be posting again any time soon, because I ought to be studying. We'll see how that goes...
Saturday, May 19, 2012
SAS-a-Thon
I have had one of the most exhausting 24-hours ever. At this point, I think it's been longer than 24 hours of straight up exhaustion.
After striking a show (Coffee House) Friday afternoon, SAS-a-Thon started. Similar to Relay For Life, SAS-a-Thon was an all-night walk to raise funds to fight against poverty. I ultimately walked 58 laps, which wasn't bad all things considered. Our team walked a total of 689 laps around the track, which is about 172.5 cumulative miles.
SAS-a-Thon started around 6, and I walked on-and-off until midnight. At midnight, there was a remembrance for cancer suffers, which everyone at the whole event went to. My friend Marianna's walking shift was 12-1, and I stayed up with her for most of it, if not the whole thing (I can't remember). Then, I sort of slept (woke up every 5 minutes, there were kids playing football and it was noisy) from 1-2. 2-3 was my shift, so I walked all of that. 3-4 was Nick's shift, and I walked a bit of it. I think I got back to my sleeping bag thing around 3:20 ish, because I wanted to wake up an hour later. I was back on the track at some point... maybe 4:30am.
The only reason I was back on the track was because Nick decided to run a marathon (104 laps). I think he walked 60-odd laps and ran the rest of them, which is very impressive in my opinion. He is part of the reason our team got so many cumulative laps. Something amusing- Nick and I have been dating for three months as of today. I think I mentioned it around 1am. The thing is about SAS-a-Thon is that once it gets dark, it's like time is suspended. So while I mentioned that, I don't think it was really registering with me either.
Also, another boy on our team also finished a marathon distance.
After Nick finished his marathon everyone on our team pretty much collapsed (or was already asleep) and slept for an hour. Then SAS-a-Thon ended, so we had to leave the track area. We weren't in tents or anything... no, SAS-a-Thon was about staying awake. So, we were camped out on the bleacher things. Anyways, the Techies then all dragged themselves to the Tech Office, where we crashed. The nice thing about the Tech Office is that the floor is really comfortable. Otherwise, it could have been a miserable time.
In case that wasn't enough activity, the college information faire thing followed. This is why I did not go home right after SAS-a-Thon like many of my peers (that being said, a fair number of people did stay and found various locations to sleep). While the college presentation meeting thing was interesting, I was too tired to actually absorb anything.
When I finally got home, I got to crash for a few hours before going upstairs to babysit, where I am now. Normally I don't like sleeping when I'm babysitting- it feels really unprofessional. Besides, the Red Cross babysitting course really emphasized not sleeping while working.
... I don't care tonight. I think I'll do some more work, possibly play the Sims 3, and crash. I'm such a cool kid.
After striking a show (Coffee House) Friday afternoon, SAS-a-Thon started. Similar to Relay For Life, SAS-a-Thon was an all-night walk to raise funds to fight against poverty. I ultimately walked 58 laps, which wasn't bad all things considered. Our team walked a total of 689 laps around the track, which is about 172.5 cumulative miles.
SAS-a-Thon started around 6, and I walked on-and-off until midnight. At midnight, there was a remembrance for cancer suffers, which everyone at the whole event went to. My friend Marianna's walking shift was 12-1, and I stayed up with her for most of it, if not the whole thing (I can't remember). Then, I sort of slept (woke up every 5 minutes, there were kids playing football and it was noisy) from 1-2. 2-3 was my shift, so I walked all of that. 3-4 was Nick's shift, and I walked a bit of it. I think I got back to my sleeping bag thing around 3:20 ish, because I wanted to wake up an hour later. I was back on the track at some point... maybe 4:30am.
The only reason I was back on the track was because Nick decided to run a marathon (104 laps). I think he walked 60-odd laps and ran the rest of them, which is very impressive in my opinion. He is part of the reason our team got so many cumulative laps. Something amusing- Nick and I have been dating for three months as of today. I think I mentioned it around 1am. The thing is about SAS-a-Thon is that once it gets dark, it's like time is suspended. So while I mentioned that, I don't think it was really registering with me either.
Also, another boy on our team also finished a marathon distance.
After Nick finished his marathon everyone on our team pretty much collapsed (or was already asleep) and slept for an hour. Then SAS-a-Thon ended, so we had to leave the track area. We weren't in tents or anything... no, SAS-a-Thon was about staying awake. So, we were camped out on the bleacher things. Anyways, the Techies then all dragged themselves to the Tech Office, where we crashed. The nice thing about the Tech Office is that the floor is really comfortable. Otherwise, it could have been a miserable time.
In case that wasn't enough activity, the college information faire thing followed. This is why I did not go home right after SAS-a-Thon like many of my peers (that being said, a fair number of people did stay and found various locations to sleep). While the college presentation meeting thing was interesting, I was too tired to actually absorb anything.
When I finally got home, I got to crash for a few hours before going upstairs to babysit, where I am now. Normally I don't like sleeping when I'm babysitting- it feels really unprofessional. Besides, the Red Cross babysitting course really emphasized not sleeping while working.
... I don't care tonight. I think I'll do some more work, possibly play the Sims 3, and crash. I'm such a cool kid.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
I Have No Swag
I am so tired.
First thing in the morning I had a Chinese test, which was no big deal except I know I made a few mistakes. I'm not good at translating from Chinese to English. Once I hear a lot of Chinese, I start thinking in it. Words I don't know get added in my mental dialogue in Spanish or Japanese. Which is lovely when I have to translate on-the-spot during a test, of course. The spoken aspect of the test always amuses me- I talk too fast for my classmates to really understand. Then my classmate's grammar is so bad I cannot understand them. At the end of the day, I end up looking really good at Chinese.
Dance class today was really... interesting. Yes, interesting seems like a good word for it. We had an alumni teach us hip-hop, which was a bit of an adventure. I'm not terrible at hip-hop by most standards- after a while I can generally get the right attitude for it. Apparently, that only applies to certain styles. What we learned today required a lot of "swag", or a very specific hip-hop attitude. The teacher tried to explain it as street fighting mentality, which needless to say I've never really experienced. It's not feminine sass- that's jazz. Honestly I have no idea what swag is. I know what it looks like, but not how to get it. Oh well. I'm sure I was funny to watch today.
I have this really stupid project for Chinese class in which my partner and I have to film a video about the school. The issue here is that she's a Second Semester Senior and doesn't care about her Chinese class. Though she did make me stay after school to film and generally bossed me around, which was not appreciated. Not to mention that somehow I ended up saying I'd do all the editing for this video, which is pretty much just stringing clips together. Except that I like messing around with videos and this will probably take a sickeningly long time.
This Friday to Saturday night is SAS-a-Thon, in which I am walking for charity. Basically, I'm supposed to get sponsors to give me money every time I walk a lap. That would be great, except I basically have no information about this event. Supposedly it's a really big fighting poverty event and I should be excited to help save the world or whatever, but to be frank I just want to know what time to show up.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Sparkles Makes It Better
I don't feel like doing anything academic, so I might as well write here.
First thing in the morning, I had my History of Japan presentation. Which if I say so myself went pretty well. My topic was Vocaloid, which was surprisingly fun to research. Though I will confess that the music gives me headaches if I listen to it for too long. Though I think the presentation was fine, there is something really draining about having to talk about a topic for 5 minutes in front of a class of bored individuals.
If you're curious, here's the video I used in my presentation.
After said presentation, I had a math test on logarithms that I failed. Most of my class was frantically guessing-and-checking answers or else doodling on their tests, so I feel slightly less bad. It's not that I have a bad teacher, or that I'm particularly bad at maths. It's that the topic isn't very easy and my teacher goes about explaining things quite strangely. I don't really need to know exactly how a math equation works as long as I get the answer, right? It doesn't seem to matter to her, because she explains things in such a fashion that no one really knows what they are doing. Which is annoying.
English was nothing special, but in Molecular Biology we started dissecting fetal pigs.
... What's weird is that I was not the most disgusted out of the three of us. My lab partners were positively queasy while I tied the stupid thing down to the dissection board and did the little drawing. It was really gross. And I have to do it again on Friday, the proper dissection part not just the sketches. I'm fairly certain someone in my class will get sick.
Thankfully when I got home I discovered that the parcel my aunt sent me from California arrived with lots of goodies. There was lots of fun nail polish and stuff- my nails are currently a super-sparkly blue.
This is proof that sparkles make everything better.
First thing in the morning, I had my History of Japan presentation. Which if I say so myself went pretty well. My topic was Vocaloid, which was surprisingly fun to research. Though I will confess that the music gives me headaches if I listen to it for too long. Though I think the presentation was fine, there is something really draining about having to talk about a topic for 5 minutes in front of a class of bored individuals.
If you're curious, here's the video I used in my presentation.
After said presentation, I had a math test on logarithms that I failed. Most of my class was frantically guessing-and-checking answers or else doodling on their tests, so I feel slightly less bad. It's not that I have a bad teacher, or that I'm particularly bad at maths. It's that the topic isn't very easy and my teacher goes about explaining things quite strangely. I don't really need to know exactly how a math equation works as long as I get the answer, right? It doesn't seem to matter to her, because she explains things in such a fashion that no one really knows what they are doing. Which is annoying.
English was nothing special, but in Molecular Biology we started dissecting fetal pigs.
... What's weird is that I was not the most disgusted out of the three of us. My lab partners were positively queasy while I tied the stupid thing down to the dissection board and did the little drawing. It was really gross. And I have to do it again on Friday, the proper dissection part not just the sketches. I'm fairly certain someone in my class will get sick.
Thankfully when I got home I discovered that the parcel my aunt sent me from California arrived with lots of goodies. There was lots of fun nail polish and stuff- my nails are currently a super-sparkly blue.
This is proof that sparkles make everything better.
Monday, May 14, 2012
I'm 16?!
So it's been a while since I last posted, and as usual I blame laziness, school work, and more school work. As it's May, teachers have finally figured out that the school year is coming to a close. They counter this by loading students with as many papers, projects, and general busywork that they can grade. Then, teachers go and complain about all the grading they have to do. These seems like a relentless, painful cycle that apparently can't be avoided.
The interesting thing about today is that it is my birthday, which is probably not something that I should broadcast on the internet. Regardless, I am finally sixteen years old. When I was little, sixteen was this magical age in which I could drive, find my prince charming, and get my ears pierced. I also think I could get my hair dyed and have sleepovers as well.
First of all, I can't drive here in Singapore, the age is 21. Which is kind of annoying, but not a big deal because I live in a city with an amazing train station.
Then, I've found myself an amazing boyfriend. However, last time I checked he's not a prince and doesn't wear those weird outfits that animation men wear. Thank goodness.
I got my ears pierced three times over a 2 year period. Meh.
Not interested in getting my hair dyed, and I've been having sleepovers since like age 8.
So, turning 16 hasn't been a magical day in which everything has suddenly turned upside down. Instead, it was a long day filled with boring presentations, an awkward science class, and math equations that are highly annoying. Oh well. At least now I can say I'm in the middle of my teen years XD
The interesting thing about today is that it is my birthday, which is probably not something that I should broadcast on the internet. Regardless, I am finally sixteen years old. When I was little, sixteen was this magical age in which I could drive, find my prince charming, and get my ears pierced. I also think I could get my hair dyed and have sleepovers as well.
First of all, I can't drive here in Singapore, the age is 21. Which is kind of annoying, but not a big deal because I live in a city with an amazing train station.
Then, I've found myself an amazing boyfriend. However, last time I checked he's not a prince and doesn't wear those weird outfits that animation men wear. Thank goodness.
I got my ears pierced three times over a 2 year period. Meh.
Not interested in getting my hair dyed, and I've been having sleepovers since like age 8.
So, turning 16 hasn't been a magical day in which everything has suddenly turned upside down. Instead, it was a long day filled with boring presentations, an awkward science class, and math equations that are highly annoying. Oh well. At least now I can say I'm in the middle of my teen years XD
Friday, May 4, 2012
The Lazy Bug Bit
Why, hello there. It's certainly been a while since my last post. So, it's a list-y post. A fair amount has passed since I last posted.
1. HS dance show. Overall, it went pretty well. I was only in one dance, but I can say my fellow dancers did quite well. It was also interesting to tech the show, though I must confess I think I liked teching it better than dancing in it. My dance had roses in it, and we had to bite off rose petals. This resulted in the rose petals getting stuck on our lipstick, which in turn resulted in unflattering facial expressions while trying to get them off. It was an interesting experience.
2. Tech. U can't decide if I like stage teching. I'm also working stage for MS dance, so I guess I should figure this out relatively soon. Otherwise, I'm putting in a reasonable number of hours a week. I don't think I have 100 hours (the amount needed to get into Thespian Honours Society) for this year, but I know I have a minimum of like 60. Which is kind of scary considering I haven't been in tech for that long.
3. MS dance, the chronic disaster. There are some pretty good dances in the show, and then there are some pretty bad ones. Naturally, the good dances make the bad dances look even worse. Then add in that the dancers are at all different levels, and we have chaos. What is kind of depressing is that my dancers have tried quite hard under difficult circumstances to learn the dance and everything- it's just not very easy for them. Their second show is tomorrow, which will be interesting. I've been baking them cookies tonight as a little present.
4. A completely random thing I've recently discovered is I like rap music.
... German rap.
Or Italian rap.
Because thanks to YouTube I have been listening to a fair amount of it lately, and I must say I like it. Considering I don't understand it I have no idea if it is cleaner than it's trashy American counterpart, but it sounds really good regardless.
Quote of the Day:
"Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil"
1. HS dance show. Overall, it went pretty well. I was only in one dance, but I can say my fellow dancers did quite well. It was also interesting to tech the show, though I must confess I think I liked teching it better than dancing in it. My dance had roses in it, and we had to bite off rose petals. This resulted in the rose petals getting stuck on our lipstick, which in turn resulted in unflattering facial expressions while trying to get them off. It was an interesting experience.
2. Tech. U can't decide if I like stage teching. I'm also working stage for MS dance, so I guess I should figure this out relatively soon. Otherwise, I'm putting in a reasonable number of hours a week. I don't think I have 100 hours (the amount needed to get into Thespian Honours Society) for this year, but I know I have a minimum of like 60. Which is kind of scary considering I haven't been in tech for that long.
3. MS dance, the chronic disaster. There are some pretty good dances in the show, and then there are some pretty bad ones. Naturally, the good dances make the bad dances look even worse. Then add in that the dancers are at all different levels, and we have chaos. What is kind of depressing is that my dancers have tried quite hard under difficult circumstances to learn the dance and everything- it's just not very easy for them. Their second show is tomorrow, which will be interesting. I've been baking them cookies tonight as a little present.
4. A completely random thing I've recently discovered is I like rap music.
... German rap.
Or Italian rap.
Because thanks to YouTube I have been listening to a fair amount of it lately, and I must say I like it. Considering I don't understand it I have no idea if it is cleaner than it's trashy American counterpart, but it sounds really good regardless.
Quote of the Day:
"Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil"
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