March 18th, 2004
I’m listening to Hacken Lee’s “Tall Girl” (I am probably the only one in the whole world who could translate it like that >.>; I’m told its true title is “The Story of the Six-Foot Tall Girl (Whom I Love).” Er…. I like mine better) right now. It’s a rather interesting song if you don’t think about the lyrics. Except it has weird shooting star sounds in the middle, and that’s just odd. Actually, the whole song is odd. Especially when you listen to the lyrics. Which I’m not going to attempt to translate at all, since it’s really, really odd. And you’ll all start wondering when I started listening to such wacky music.
Spent the afternoon at an oral surgeon’s office, waiting. Consultation, you see.
The danger with any oral surgeon (this is the second one I’ve seen) is that no matter what you’re going to have done, they will introduce the concept of “cosmetic surgery.” See, I’m just in there to correct my bite. (I have underbite.) But noooo! He goes on about these “options” (which I’m really not interested in) such as er… cheekbone augmentation and chin something or the other and para-something (it’s the area next to your nose.) And all through this I’m nodding politely, while I learn such things as “You’ll never have a round face, by the way.” Er… gee. Really? Do you think I’m somehow hoping for a round face? (He was comparing me to my mother, who has a round face.) Sorry, Doc, but I want you to fix my jaws, not mess around with the rest of my face. The best quote, though? “It’s not like plastic surgery. She’ll still look like herself and her friends will still recognize her. It’s just trying to bring a bit more balance to the face. It’s more reconstructive surgery than plastic surgery.” Er, excuse me? Doesn’t the use of the term “reconstructive surgery” make me sound like I’ve been in some kind of freak accident and need this surgery to look like I used to? Doesn’t it imply that there’s something wrong with my face in the first place? Argh. Not to mention those “options” cost a hefty chunk of cash. If I were to get all three, then it’d bring the total up another eight thousand or so. Which is not my idea of careful spending.
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March 14th, 2004
I’m reading up on Cantonese. Please don’t ask me why.
All quotes from here.
Yes, I will be looking at this article and applying my own experience. >.>;
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March 11th, 2004
I have my French oral exam tomorrow. At 1:15 pm. That means…. about 16 hours from now. And, in the classic procrastination style, I’ve left my prep to the last minute. I think I’ll forget about all those stupid legal terms and cut to the heart of the matter (my topic is the language laws in Québec.)
Oh well. While every single piece of French I’ve ever learned flees my mind… “JE VAIS MOURIR !” At least I can scream that while I forget how to say everything else. It might win me some pity points, after all.
*returns to raving and humming random French songs*
March 7th, 2004
This is a public service announcement.
The owner of this blog is currently wandering deep in the realm of fangirl-dom. Because it’s her first foray into foreign territory, we are unsure how she will react and if she will ever be the same after she returns. If she returns. *cough* But we’re confident she’ll come back of her own accord. She has a short attention span, after all. And aren’t all of these fangirl things just fads?
“EEEEEEEEEE!!! EEEEEEEE!!!! EEEEEEEE!!”
Ah, there goes one now.
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February 29th, 2004
Yes! It’s Leap Day! And you all know what that means! That it can also be called Sadie Hawkins Day? No. Actually, according to the editorial in the Sun on Saturday, y’all owe me a silk dress. By the way, I would like a dark-coloured one. I don’t think I could pull off a powder pink one off very nicely. Remember: **hell hath no fury like a woman scorned but not reimbursed**.
Sadly, instead of chasing boys around and collecting a huge amount of silk dresses (see? I’m planning for grad!), I am stuck working on my History Internal Assessment. *sigh* It’s not going very well. I’m not working much, that’s the main problem. I spent most of yesterday fiddling with database stuff, and then I er… read parts of my books last night. *whimpers* And my brother needed the computer all this morning, to work on some Chem project with his friends (who seem to be deaf, judging by how loud they need the TV to be).
February 25th, 2004
I have just come to the realization that I lead a boring, boring life. I need to get out more.
Currently procrastinating:
* Chem lab write up
* French homework
* History reading
See? Four things at once! I guess you could call me a multi-tasker… but that’s too efficient sounding.
Yesterday we had our cooking class, which (un)fortunately was not as full of brainwashing as it was last time. I don’t think that any of the advice we were given was explicitly bad… eating a rainbow of foods (Skittles!) probably won’t cure your eczema, but it’s not like it’s going to kill you either(hopefully.) And that was good hummus! Although that pate stuff was a little blah. And the juice…? Or, should I say, “juice”? Pretty…. unappetizing. So who’s game for next time?
And hidden under the more link is fun fun alphabet survey!
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February 23rd, 2004
Lesssee…. essay due in less than 12 hours. 300/1000. T_T This is way harder than I had expected. Far more difficult. And I don’t feel like elaborating right now because I’m losting precious essay time!
Lesseee…. mound of assignments for the next week? Check. Panic button? Panic button?!
WHERE’S MY PANIC BUTTON?!
//edit: Funny what panic can do. Half an hour later: 300 more words. 60% there! Go me!
February 16th, 2004
The human heart is fragile, like glass.
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February 9th, 2004
Did I mention today was the first day of mocks? Let’s just say they’re a little harder than I had expected. >.>; French had a lot of idiomatic expressions I didn’t know, and I’m still unsure on a decent French definition of “inconditionnel.” And us poor HLs had four texts to deal with! Four! T_T Actually, it wasn’t all that bad. I could make educated guesses when necessary. English was your typical “oh, let’s talk about literary devices” dealy. Not bad. I had plenty of time but refused to proofread it. I hate proofreading my own things.
Tomorrow is history… AAAHH! HISTORY!! AHHH!!
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February 7th, 2004
Stress levels shooting through the roof? Check.
Massive procrastination? Check.
PANIC button? Check.
AAAHH! MOCKS!! AHH! I will be away for the next week >.>; Studying. Cramming. And then writing some stuff at the last minute.
AAAHHH!