And then I had to go and register for school which just reminded me that I should savour each and every single of this summer because winter promises to be really, really, really busy.
At the very least, I have sorted out what I need to take. Heh.
I didn't get into the Physiology class I had to take so I was flirting with the idea of taking a different Bio class cuz I just need Bio credits. However, I really couldn't make myself take Fungi in Depth (or something like that; one semester was quite enough of that) or Genetics (cuz y'noe, the headache that came with was breathing into me just from the computer screen). I've come to the conclusion that I'm not very scientific minded but that's okay!
I took Asian Studies 369 instead! Which is code for Fairytales, myths AND jokes. That class beats Bio ANYTIME.
I also have Korean 200, Environment something, Bio 300 (bleh, I had to take one), a CNRS class (something to do with myths and stuff), Creative Writing 200 (yayyy, I get to write, dudes!) and 4 English Lit classes.
It's going to be 8 months of fun stuff. I don't mind. As long as I don't have to touch Chemistry/Physics with a stick.
Ramadan starts soon. I cannot wait for it as weird as that sounds. Not having food/water aside, there's this whole extraordinary sense of peace in the entire month. It's like knowing exactly who you are in this world, flaws and all and being okay with it. That's about it.
Michael Jackson dying, I mean. I liked his music - in fact I am of the opinion that there was no equal when it came music but that's just me. His personal life - I don't know the details and I don't know if he was misunderstood or a pedophile.
Everyone has to die sometime. It's just that we somehow don't think they'll be iconic figures. It kinda hammers in the aspect of mortality about every single living thing. I think that makes me just a little more melancholy. But he carved his name out in history and hundreds of years from now, he'll still be known. Barring some great worldwide disasters that y'noe, makes rubbish of all history. He's a legend. We should be so lucky.
Yes, I know Farrah Fawcett also died but I'm not really familiar with her - MJ made it in Fiji, FF didn't. Sorry.
All these deaths make me really - sighey.
Which includes feeling frowney, bitchy and a lot of other things I won't go into graphic detail about. I believe the time of the month is right around the corner. Huh.
Placid days, loooong placid days. I'm missing school already. Looking for a job? Yes maybe why not? Crumbs. My brother's lassoed me into doing something for his insurance thingy, I'll be name on his team but for that I need to be licensed and to be licensed I need to study. At least that will keep my brain busy. I hope.
The other day for the first time in years I was bored. Not outright bored but a little bored. It was freaky. I'm never bored. There are too many things to do here to be bored. I used to be bored when I was a kid in Fiji. In my teens. No TV, no computer, no city to hangout in. Just me, myself, the sugarcane fields and if I was unlucky, some cows.
Cows and I have a bad relationship, in case you are wondering. They always chase me. I'm not kidding.
But here, so much to do, so many things to see. I blame this mood. And summer. I love summer but it always brings out the cat in me. I lie on windowsills and stare at the flowers blowing in the wind. Or on balconies. Or sometimes on the grass. In the backyard.
Anyway, apart from the onset of lassitude, there isn't much to tell/talk/meander about except that my vocabulary is getting remarkably awesome because of the books I'm inhaling. Which is a very, very good thing. If I do say so myself.
Brilliant Legacy is awesome. Now that we are almost reaching the end, I predict melodrama to set in and predictably to take away from the awesomeness. We shall see. Now I go continue my foray into solitude.
Happy Monday.
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It promises to be fun, if nothing else.
^__^
Skin Hunger - Kathleen DueyDreamquake - Elizabeth KnoxStorm Born - Richelle MeadCast in Shadow - Michelle SagaraCast in Courtlight - Michelle SagaraCast in Fury - Michelle SagaraCast in Silence - Michelle SagaraThe Hollow Kingdom - Clare B DunkleClose King - Clare B DunkleIn the Coils of the Snake - Clare B DunkleThe Dead Girl's Dance - Rachel CaineGreywalker - Kat RichardsonAfter the Quake - Haruki MurakamiStorm Glass - Maria V. Snyder- Coyote Dreams - C. E. Murphy
- Divine by Blood - P. C. Cast
- Powers - Ursula K. Le Guin
Dark Fever - Karen Marie MoningBlood Fever - Karen Marie MoningFortune's Fool - Mercedes LackeyFire Study - Maria V. SnyderThe Queen's Bastard - C. E. Murphy- Widdershins - Charles De Lint
- My Name is Red - Orhan Pamuk
- After Dark - Haruki Murakami
- The First Among Sequels - Jasper Fforde
- Hidden World - Alison Baird
- The Dreaming Place - Charles de Lint
La Vida Vampire - Nancy Haddock- A Lion Among Men - Gregory Mcguire
Che.
Anyway, I'm liking Brilliant Legacy a whole lot. And I'm reading up a storm. And I'm writing up a storm as well. And it's summer. Life's good. Compared to last summer, life's very good. I'm not mourning anyone.
Tomorrow will be one whole year since my grandmother passed away and it's really strange. I don't know if it's a coping mechanism but it feels as though the incident occurred years, decades ago instead of twelve months.
That aside, what books are everyone reading? I need recommendations in Fantasy - strong female heroines (I can't make myself care about males, really, suck a lemon, haha) and out of the world powers. Something along the lines of Kim Harrison? Thanks.
I hopped from New Zealand to Fiji to L.A to Vancouver.
And my toes haven't fallen off yet.
Whoopie.
More later.
I'm in New Zealand at the moment and it's 8:10 a.m. on Friday the 29th of May. I have a looooooot of stuff to tell/talk/show in pictures but that will have to wait because Miranda (the laptop) is not being Hibiscus-friendly today. Or maybe I'm just lazy. I don't know. The lifestyle in Fiji and New Zealand is so laid back it's interesting. For instance, I don't know if you guys do it there but they have dinner at nine-ish.
So I wanted to get something quintessentially New Zealand er, Kiwi and I asked my aunt, "what is something uniquely Kiwi?" The answers I got were a "kiwi" (obviously) and "sheep."
The trip to New Zealand has been interesting so far, I didn't come to sightsee but to spend some time with my maternal grandpa. And our conversations have been literally nonexistent - the generation gap is too big. But yesterday was a breakthrough. We bonded over an argument over the lack of Calcium in his diet.
^___^
Sunday should be interesting. We have a flight from Auckland to Fiji to L.A to Vancouver. Four countries in one day. With the layovers and whatnot, we'll be traveling for about 24 hours. Should be fun, eh?
Anyways, hope the friendlist is doing well and hardy and we should catch up when I get back. :)
Lol yes, the Mumu Alert. Watch the news. If you hear about a Mumufied Super Heroine (Fijian Born Indian Canadian, wow no wonder I have an identity complex) causing ruckus in Viti Levu, know it's me.
^_____^
My packing's 95% done. My room clean - well okay, I vacuum it and it'll be clean. I think I'm prepared... sort of. I hope the flight goes well. And that I survive the layover in LA.
I've got butterflies already. I lose Sunday. T.T But I'll get it back when I come back. Gah, *nervous twitch* I'm going to go vacuum.
See you guys in three weeks or so.
Whew.
The thought of going home again honestly brings dual feelings, contradictory feelings to life within me. First there is this barely contained excitement at seeing the place I have longed for the last eight years. To walk the road up the hill to the house that my grandfather built by himself, to smell the sea in the wind, to smell the sugar in the air, to see the mountains in the horizon, hell, I even longed for the well at the bottom of the garden. And now, to think I am so close to seeing everything. Everyone. My brother, my sister in law, their children, my cousins, aunts, people I love and people who love me. I get to see them, hold them, the smiles on their faces, the laughter in their eyes. All of this and I can barely wait.
But at the same time I feel wary that the childhood I've set on a pedestal, the home I made into a utopia will crumble when revisited. I'm tempted to let it be as it was so it will remain that way in my memories.
Oh, remind me to take pictures of my ridiculously expensive Indian suits that I'm supposed to wear to the wedding. I already feel like a peacock with all the shininess. I have this really sneaky feeling that matchmaking will occur. It's a good thing I have my cousin for distraction purposes. I'll tell the Ahjummahs that she's looking.
=D
Don't tell her, kay?
Oh and I was having fun with photofunia.com. I turned into art. =D
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I was right. Jun Pyo grew on me. He's so bloody cute. He looks like the big bad wolf. Anyway, the drama itself; I realize why I don't like it. It's because I know what's going to happen next. Overexposure to something will definitely steal away the freshness. Meh. I'll watch it because as I said, the boys are pretty and I can skip ahead the crying scenes and watch the painfully constructed dramatization.
Anyone want to recommend some dramas you are watching excepting Voice (since I'm already watching it) and Love Shuffle (I can't watch it because of Tamaki).
Fan-Fic
When I'm stressed, I write. It's cathartic and helps me compartmentalize my issues better (please don't open the door marked "Don't Open."). Anyway, I wrote this thirteen chapter short story starring Jaejoong and Yoon Eun Hye cuz you know, I like doing things like that =D
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I knew he would be trouble when I first saw him. It was a gut feeling. You know, what smarter women call intuition. Yeah, that.
I am a high school student at a school located in the city of Seoul. It’s not a big school, there are about seven hundred students spread across the two two-storied buildings which occupies the minimum space possible. It’s an average school. We do not produce many geniuses and we don’t have the worst grades in the country. Average is the key word. Our teachers are not brilliant but they aren’t from the lower ranks of the teaching profession either.
The students of this school, my schoolmates to be certain, they are all normal students. Of course, I stretch the definition a wee bit so it might encompass my total meaning. Obviously, using puberty and adolescence as an excuse, the students push the boundaries of normal right into the territory of bizarre. But that’s neither here nor there. It doesn’t concern me if girls dye their hair secretly and wear wigs to fool teachers. Or that they troll the city streets at night looking for thrills. It is absolutely none of my business.
And me? I am an average student. I don’t stand out. At all. In fact sometimes people don’t even notice when I enter a room. Or leave it for that matter. And that’s how I prefer it. In fact, I have worked hard to make it so. Of course this submissive, passive attitude always incites those who are drunk on some imagined power to bully me.
I have been bullied fifteen times alone in the past two months. Fifteen times. How can I narrate this fact so calmly? Is that what you are thinking?
Hah.
Would you like to know more about me? Would that perhaps make you feel better about your response to my poor abused self? At my pitiful self who gets bullied by her classmates? I can’t tell you my name that is a secret that isn’t mine to tell. Yes, even my name isn’t my own. But what can you do? I will tell you what some people I hold dear call me though. Umbra. Shadow in Latin. And why? That’s a story for later.
Getting back to the immediate problem, which comes in a package about 6 feet 2 inches tall, shaggy black hair and eyes narrowed and almost spilling over in amusement. I keep my head down and hope that if I don’t respond to his presence he will go away.
Three minutes pass. He doesn’t move a centimeter. But the whispers increase in frequency and volume. How would they not? The boy attracts attention just by standing quietly. But whatever could the school idol want with the school mouse? Her homework?
Could he really want my homework?
I hope not.
What happens next?
It seems to imply that I dress like a skank the rest of the time. :|
All my tops need to be down to my knees and no tight jeans. I guess bikinis are out of the picture then, eh? Haha. God, I had forgotten how restrictive they can be for islanders.
I'm soooooo tempted to be scandalous but my mother promises me a painful death and I know her well enough to know that she means it.
Conservative muslim culture, in case you were wondering.
Now since I'm feeling rather chatty right now and I watched the first episode of the much famed "Boys Over Flowers; Boys Before Flowers;
don't kill me fangirls...
1. Okay first thing, I realize it's um, a comedy but the dude who's about to jump off cuz you know, these bastards who love torturing people to the brink of death..., why was he amused by Jandi, enough so that he laughed? I'm sorry if I'm being nitpicky but it bothers me! You're sad, you're trying to kill yourself, be full of angst, ANGER, sorrow..dark black..you get the idea...
2. Why is she so shrill? It's highly unattractive. Jandi I mean. Jandi means grass, eh? What a thing to name your kid. Jandi. Anyways, I don't hate her but I'm no big fan yet. The ice cream moment was fun but...it lacked the momentum of both the Taiwanese one and the Japanese one. It wasn't as satisfying is what I'm trying to say.
3. I like Ji Hoo but I'm really biased so lol.
4. Jun Pyo has big teeth. Actually he is big everything. But he's a bit raw - maybe he'll get better later on? While the other two were effortlessly natural in their depiction of the bratty lead, this guy is...I don't know...he tries but it still seems like acting. I went into it with an open mind, I swear. I'm hoping I'll fall for him maybe around the time I see him without a shirt. (Lol.)
5. What's with the use of unnecessary English? Is it to make themselves look cool?
6. Ah, they played the song from My Girl (the drama) in the first scene they show them chilling together. Plus point, I like the songs.
7. Jandi's family is trying too hard to be funny. I like the father; he's a pretty good actor and popular too - he was in Hong Gil Dong and My Girl and Painter of the Wind...and if I remember him, he's popular.
8. Isn't it eerie how the 'friend' looks exactly like the 'friend' in the Japanese one.
9. I still think Hana Yori Dango is the bestest but that's just me and maybe the pretty boys will win me over with their prettiness and their silly use of English.. "wassup yo." If nothing else, it holds a lot of lulz for me...and I have time to watch it so watch it I shall.
Okay, now i go write the damned paper.
last one.......
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The limiting nutrient is fun (with the chemical formula FUNO2) (Flavin Uridine Nitrous Dioxide) of which sadly enough there is none because human beings are horrible and have now created enough Acid Rain to wash it all away.
However since this is an equilibrium and things equilibri-ize? (pretend it's a word for now), things will come back to normal once you make some voodoo dolls (of your profs) and poke them.
Sincerely, yours with a brain and no sleep
Pineapple.
I will be done on the 27th.
Then I'll worry about packing. And shopping. And all those other millions of things that require my attention.
Good with your finals, =)
Why is studying so difficult?
Sigh. It becomes mountains, you know? Mountains I can barely climb and conquer on my journey to be free from the harsh embrace that is school so I can go back home.
I'm just saying. It's painful.
I had more things to say but I think I should go do more biochem. I have yet to meet the quote I set for myself in a day. Sad as that is.
On entirely unrelated thoughts, I think I'm in love with Eita.
Like, seriously.
Heh.
I have three exams, one on Tuesday and then another one each following day. Then a three day break and the last one on the 27th. I believe three of them are 45%-50% marks... while the Korean may be for less, I'm not sure.
But that's not the scary part.
The scary part is how little I actually care.
I have to memorize scary looking Krebs cycle and I'm not talking about the harmless ones you learn in high school Biology. Biochem - must pass it, absolutely must. Stupid core class.
And then there'll be the Ecology horror. The other two I'm not too worried about, hopefully they won't kill me too badly. Heh. Right.
Then I have academia red tape to handle; applications to two faculties at the same time. Then I have to shop, pack.
But on the 9th of May, I'll be going back homeeee!!!!!!!
God, if I die before then or something happens, I'm going to cause an apocalypse, I swear.
Now I go stare at the Calvin cycle. What do you do to get in the mood for studying, anyway? My stupid cousins aren't helping either. They randomly text me asking me what I'm wearing to the wedding and this of course catalyzes a heated discussion on accessories and the vanities of womenkind and who the heck is going to wear those indian suits in the tropical heat and how I'm going to kill them all if they try to set me up with anyone.
Hope you guys are doing okay. :)
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