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Ze Toronto Trip

DAY ONE.
We (Ed + myself) got to the airport at 7 in the morning, and we got on the plane at around 9. :D

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The movie showing on the plane was the HANNAH MONTANA MOVIE, I shit you not. Rather than burning my eyes out of their sockets, I played Pokemon Platinum for the wholeeee flight. I also listened to music and went into trance-like states. I’m not crazy. )8
Ed read his Harry Potter book and took blurry pictures. Eh heh hehh.
We also had a creepy old guy sitting next to us on the plane — well, next to Ed — and he pretty much dozed on Ed’s shoulder the *whole* way up.

We didn’t take any pictures on the first day, aside from a few random ones on the plane, but, oh god. it. was. funnn.
We ~surprised~ Mai at her apartment, since us visiting in Toronto = a birthday present from her parents to Mai. (Hence why I never mentioned it before) And even though she had her little suspicions (I KNOW WE SURPRISED YOU, DON’T GIVE ME THAT), she was still ecstatic. We were all bouncing off the walls, it was crazy. I was *shaking* with excitement. I’ll never forget it. Her mother picked us up from the airport, and when we arrived at the apartment complex, she left to get the video camera to record the "OMG WHAT R YOU DOING HURR GUYZ" moment. Ed and I had to stand in front of the elevator, *perfectly quiet* as to not alert Mai of our noisy presence, for 3 minutes. Every 10 seconds, I poked Ed in the shoulder and asked, "ED DUDE CAN WE GO YET." And Ed would push me and say, "NO WE STILL HAVE x SECONDS." We hopped around silently for the 3 minutes, then sprinted down the corridor once it was up. It was brilliant.

The rest of that day was spent parading all over Toronto like a bunch of druggies.
→ Ed, Mai and I went down to the lake, where we chillaxed for the entire afternoon.
→ Ed karate-chopped a fly, RIGHT IN HALF.
→ We ate tons of pizza AND sushi. I have a light appetite, so I didn’t eat too much, but Ed pretty much died afterwards, since he ate… a plate of sushi and 3 slices of pizza. Plus ice cream and a shiteload of drinks.
→ Robin arrived at 11 that night, Robin and Ed watched some pointless gory horror film which I was *strongly against*, as I HATE that sort of thing, whilst Mai and I watched some Skins. PRETTY FABULOUS. Afterwards, we all watched Knowing together, it was pretty good. |D But the ending was a little, uh, woah.

THAT WAS DAY ONE. ♥

Day 2 = Warped Tour. My very first, to be specific. It was pretty fabulous, I don’t have much to compare it to (since only a few worthwhile bands come to Trinidad, and the crowd is always terrible), but still. A BLAST.
AND I GOT INTO NO FIGHTS THIS TIME. GO ME.

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= Mai, reading out the list of artists we were gunna check out.
The majority of bands on the original lineup bailed out (;o;), but we ended up watching tons. UNFORTUNATELY, we did not get to see Jeffrey Star. DO NOT JUDGE ME, I WANTED TO SEE HIM. oh well…

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After The Devil Wears Prada, we checked out 3OH!3. o3o I don’t like them that much, but it was fuuunnn. Please observe mohawk guy #345961 and his bright pink ears

CUE PICSPAM OF WARPED

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STORY TIME.
Mai smooshed her diet coke, and then Ed put it next to his. Then everyone was like, "it’s so TINY. omg it’s JAMIE!" And they lined up all the drinks. The other coke is mai and the water is Ed. I have dubbed Robin as the miscellaneous pouch in the corner, because she IS ALWAYS LAYING DOWN.

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idk what she was trying to do
ed and robin xD
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Robin, myself, and Mai. We were waiting for Antiflag to come on o3o
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And they… were epic. I WISH we rushed into that crowd, but we had really awesome seats on some miscellaneous railing, so w/e. THEY PLAYED A SONG BY THE CLASH. )8 We all sang along (badly), but eh. 8D
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We went for cotton candy afterwards.
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facial…hair…?
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blue lips :D

After that, we left.
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Mai took some other exit, so we ended up having a fence splitting us apart. We made a big commotion out of this, naturally.

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Mai’s mother was going to pick us up due to our lack of having a car, but uh. Something came up, and so, we were stranded by the highway for a good while. Like, 2 hours maybe?
oh, and that’s me kicking something impressively as ed "tsk tsk"s.

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IT WAS HERE, we were stranded just across the street (and a little up) from here. xD;;

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See? always laying down.
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Mai had to pee, so we bugged a security guard to let us into this weird theater-esque building to use the loo, rather than the fire hydrant.

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This is what I do when I’m bored

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I bought shades at a miscellaneous booth at Warped. :>

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I annoyed Mai by taking this picture, plus other variations of it
BUT IT’S SO CUTE

We went to the Hard Rock cafe afterwards…
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I could not tear my eyes away from this bass. IT’S SO EPIC OMG. ;;

THAT WAS PRETTY MUCH DAY 2. Warped and Hard Rock, and later that night, we went back to the lake (pictures are after Day 3, I explained why there) and when we got back we all watched Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist ♥! It was sososo good. ;; I bought the DVD later on. o3o

Mai and I went for a midnight stroll afterwards, walking Ed back to his hotel, in our pajamas. It was sort of cold, but eh. As we wandered, we saw a gay couple holding hands, they looked like they were 20 or 21? Anyway, we decided to stalk them because we were creepy and hyper, so we did for a while. Idiocy aside, it was really cute. In Trinidad, no one does that sort of thing, since everyone here = homophobic. So if anyone did, they’d probably get hell for it. Or hurt, which would be even worse. It’s a shame, and it pisses me off, but who cares; 2 more years and I’m *hopefully* out of here.

NOW, DAY 3.
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walking…

also, we’re wearing our OMGMATCHING Warped shirts (it was unplanned, I SWEAR. and mine was "Small," but SO BIG FOR ME LOL.)
people kept coming up to us and asking how the Tour was. This included a scruffy hobo holding up a sign saying "money for weed."

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also known as "heaven on earth." or something close to it.
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more walking
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AND SHOPPING.
Mai danced dirtily with that for a while. Ed got some stuff, and I bought 3 shirts and some more bracelets. o3o Robin bought 2 shirts, I think.
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effective advertising |Db
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olol
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We splurged at a candy parlor, then saw "God’s Garden." Of course, we *had* to go bum around in there. )8
God’s garden is littered with cigarettes, btw.
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From behind, this statue looks like a very saggy… man-part. We were behind it, and we kept speculating on what it * actually was*. Ed was the one who got up and investigated. He took a picture to show us, because we were too lazy to move.
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Robin’s white thighs… xDD
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Mai dozing
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This was actually not posed at all
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FAIL ON WHEELS. Robin = gopher, Jamie = chipmunk
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"EEEEDDD STOP TAKING PICTURES OF MEEEE D<"
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My "bling," according to Ed

Later on, we went to see a Shakespeare play in some random park. We got lost 5 times on the way, and we took no pictures during it. It was pretty good, though♥ Afterwards, we were all fkgdfkghyper like woah, so, uh.

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We wrapped Ed up in a blanket, he began calling himself "Voldemort" and screaming "EXPELLEARMUS" like a crazy person, and we all. guffawed. So hard. People stared. They stared a lot. )8
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d’aw
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possibly the most geeky picture of the entire trip…
…ed fell over after that one 8D;; We all went crashing down.

Okay, this is where the timeline breaks. We went to this lake every night throughout the entire trip, so it’s impossible to tell which lake-picture was taken on which day.
SO I’LL JUST LUMP IT ALL TOGETHER. xD

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We took Voldemort!blanket with us… this was the night of the Shakespeare play
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Robin is *still* laying down
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I hate flash. xDD DEER IN HEADLIGHTS

We were stalked by a strange man during our second lake-visit. He sat under a tree, straight behind us, for the entire time we were there, just staring. it was sort of creepy, but we didn’t care. 8D;;
We had more “DRUNK ON LIFE~!” fun there. People must’ve thought we were total nutters or something. xDD

OKAY, BACK ONTO THE TIMELINE.

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After the Shakespeare-Lake-Night (wow, what a title), we went back to the apartment at 11:30, and I was hungry, so I bought a hotdog from a stand which was SOMEHOW still open. We called it the ~midnight hotdog~. It was delicious. ♥

FINAL DAAAY.
We went to Ontario Place.
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We ate lunch and sat by the… rocks next to some body of water.
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Robin kept dropping her fries, and so this seagull kept attacking us for them. Ed declared it “his mortal enemy” and engaged in several brawls with it.
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I-I WAS EATING, AND ED WAS ANNOYING ME FOR PICTURES, SO I WAS ABOUT TO TELL HIM OFF. but it was too late, and this picture is the result, lmao
To make matters worse, he stole my fries afterwards

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We were stranded (again) in some other area next to the parking lot for an hour. IT WAS FUN, not as fun as the one at Warped, but still fun.

Anyway, we didn’t take any pictures after this, because Robin left the day after and Ed and I went to my Uncle’s house, but.

The day after
→ we said bye to Robin
→ got sniffly in the car
→ played with cheap, noise-making McDonald happy-meal toys
→ Mai, Ed and I went to my Uncle’s.
→ We saw a run-over squirrel in the road, which we wept for.
→ I got my ~LG ICE CREAM~ — my new phone — and dear god, it’s sexy.
→ Said “TTYL” to Mai~

And the day after *that*, Ed and I went shopping for a bit, where I got a pile of CDs and Harvest Moon: Island of Happiness…
And then we went on the plane at midnight and came home~

SO THERE YOU HAVE IT, THE TRIP.
All in all, it was epic.
It just had so much ~freedom~ and. God. It was so much fun.
There’s so much I can’t include, because half of the brilliance was just us being stupid, but still. EPIC. ♥
I’ll never forget it; when THE CORE went to Canada. What a way to start off Summer!

Untitled.

June 30, 2009

Tonight was strange.
I was happy and free and very hyper earlier tonight, hanging around in Ruby Tuesday’s with Ed, Robin, and Tyler (Tyler’s visiting from the US). We made silly jokes (like a BOSS) and had an all-around good time. I said my “goodbyes” to Robin, I felt perfectly fine. I had some emotional conversations on MSN, and at 12:30, Robin tells me she’s packing her laptop up and that we were having her last conversation in Trinidad at that moment. I was fine right up until then. I don’t know what happened. I felt like I did on the last day of school — Friday, when Mai had to drag me to the girl’s bathroom for me to stop crying, and I felt like I did back when Lanora left. I can’t understand it — how does it even work? How can an ever-present force in your life just vanish? Not completely, of course — I’ll stay in touch with those who leave, but still. I was walking to the mall the other day and I glanced at my English teacher’s — Mrs. Chesler’s — house, wondering if she was home, or if her kids were around. And the only thing there was an empty house with a red sign on it, saying “For Rent.”
After sobbing my eyes out after Robin’s departure off the IM Client, I clung onto Ed and Mai, who both morally supported me. Ed’s advice was the same which I gave to him back when Tyler left — the almighty “fertilizer” metaphor (in a nutshell: “it feels like shit, but it’ll definitely help you grow”) — advice which I now have to, reluctantly, adopt for myself. His advice has that air of wisdom which he’s gained from his experiences with Tyler. It’s funny, because even though he said his goodbyes to Tyler a year ago, Tyler’s in his tv room right now, probably fast asleep. I can only hope I can say the same for Robin.
Mai’s advice came in the form of her belting out some lyrics (Motion City Soundtrack, I think?) and basically trying to cheer me up. Nic left before my little moment, sooo yeah. Still, he helped.
As for Risa… we haven’t met face-to-face yet, but she was all worried, so:
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…she made me a sign. xD
There was a day back a few months ago when Robin, Ed and I just sat in my bathroom. We talked about everything — everything. During this time, Robin and I painted our nails — mine were a bright yellow, and hers were a deep blue. It’s something I’ll never forget. Tonight when she was leaving, Robin handed me a “present,” and she said that in honor of that little memory, she was giving me her entire nail polish collection. That alone’s enough to make me tear up.
But yeah. Thanks to all of those people who helped me out tonight, and who’ll keep on helping me. You’re all the best. I’ll help you as much as I can, too. And… we’ll just have to face the future as it comes. It won’t be easy, and life is a HUGE, UNFAIR BITCH, but at the end of the day… it’s all we have. So we better just take a deep breath and move on — crying when necessary, of course.

For the first time in a long time, I feel like creating something amazing.
I don’t want to stick with how I used to be. I want to travel, see, meet — I just want to taste freedom, for a change. I feel like re-defining every bit of my existence. I think it’s about time. I just feel like laying a piece of paper down and painting; I feel like writing and singing and just…doing everything. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so inspired. I wonder why? I guess it’s just one of those things which trigger — the fact that we’re watching Basquiat is pretty much throwing gasoline on the flame. ♥
Speaking of art, this photography project really restores my faith in humanity, even if it’s just a little bit. NOH8 is a silent protest against Proposition 8. Adam Bouska and his partner — Jeff Parshley — “founded” it. Basically, people are photographed with a piece of duct tape over their mouth, “symbolizing their voice not being heard,” and with “NOH8” painted on one of their cheeks. “People” range from famous celeberities to average high-schoolers. It’s pretty amazing, and very inspiring. I think that I’m going to adopt a more “optimistic” outlook on the world — I mean, yeah, the bad, misinformed people exist, but they’re also millions of people who believe in equality; in self-expression. I’ll just have a few laughs at the ignorance and occasionally snap out at them… but from now on, I’m gonna try to focus on the positives. YEP.

(…Let’s see how long that lasts.)

AHEM, ANYWAY. New resolution: write a poem every day. Short’s fine. 4 lines is fine. (…I sound like I’m talking to myself…) I’ll try to stick to it. Will try to update the Poetry page as I write new ones~ But yeah, even if I don’t post them, I want to write them. D: And also, I want to learn how to play the guitar over summer. BLAH, SO MUCH TO DO, SO LITTLE TIME.

Oh, I also got a hamburger phone. THE FIRST STEP IN REDOING MY ROOM FURNITURE-WISE.

And finally…
this is so amusing:

crunch-time.

June 14, 2009

It’s dawned upon us yet again — the week before exams. Possibly the only thing more grueling that taking the actual test… this week means “crunch time.” The amount of moodswings one undergoes in this lone week… it’s crazy.
First, we have the “denial” stage. As in, “I have one week left before the exam. One week is plenty of time.” Then comes the “paranoia” stage. See also: “BLOODY HELL ONE WEEK = 7 DAYS I HAVE 6 EXAMS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.” Unfortunately, this is usually accompanied by the first signs “lethargic” stage, in which you want to study but are completely unmotivated to do so, despite being scared shitless about failing everything. Once you’ve run the “paranoia” stage dry, the “lethargic” stage still lives on, developing into the “I do not give a rat’s ass” stage, in which… you don’t give a rat’s ass.
(Ironically, this stage also rears its head in on the night before the exam. I think that’s for the best, though. I mean, if it didn’t, I’d be up all night cramming.)
But eventually, you just suck it up and do what you have to do, whatever it may be. This may involve converting a casual gathering with your friends into a history study session of epic proportions, in which you compare the World Wars to simple childhood escapades on the playground. You can also sacrifice 4-6 hours of your “long weekend” to the demons of Biology. 30 pages typed up, so far — and that doesn’t even include Ecology, which we have yet to cover. (Also ironically: the Biology exam is on Monday. The first day of exams. …Why.)

But I guess I should cherish this week, despite the “stress” which comes along with it. Exams are like a wall, separating me from summer vacation, sims 3; from goodbyes and hellos, from hopping on a plane and zipping off to god-knows-where, armed with a camera, a bag of chips, and salsa which was stolen from Mai.

Yep, this is only the beginning.

memento mori.

April 22, 2009

Memento mori is a Latin phrase meaning “be mindful of death,” and may be translated as “remember that you are mortal,” “remember you will die,” “remember that you must die,” or “remember your death”.

It can be thought of as either depressing or maybe even disturbing to some, but these days I’ve been thinking about mortality: about death, about life, about the purpose behind living.
I don’t think I’ll be able to understand this post if I re-read it, and I don’t know if anyone else will be able to. Regardless, I think I will right about it, because writing things out — putting my thoughts down in a tangible state — makes me feel secure.
My contemplation about ~The Meaning of Life~ may be due to playing through the Sun Social-Link level of Persona 3 (I still think the Persona series is a work of art, and I swear that I don’t fling that title around meaninglessly. It simply must be made into a novel: I swear, its depth is overlooked).
I’ll summarize it: Basically, you befriended a young guy named Akinari, who’s about 17 or 18 — maybe even 16. He was terminally ill, and wasn’t allowed to leave the hospital on any day except Sunday. He spent his “freedom” at the local shrine, where he read and wrote. He was tall and very thin, with pale skin and long, pale blonde — almost gray — hair.
At first, Akinari suffered from depression, saying that everyone lived a “fairytale” life compared to his. He frequently broke out into random fits of coughing which honestly scared the hell out of me. …He knew that he was on the verge of death, and developed something resembling a phobia of it — he talks about reading books, countless books, but never finishing them because he didn’t ever want their stories to end. Eventually, with your character’s support, he decided that he wanted to write his own novel, for no one but himself, in a small, tattered notebook. The novel focuses on a pink alligator, which represented himself, along with the alligator’s friend — a bird which could not fly. The pink alligator was ridiculed and pitied, and due to its colour, it could not catch prey easily — thus, it usually went hungry. The bird befriended the alligator, staying with it constantly and practicing its flying skills on its back.
Now, here’s where I meet a bit of a blank space, as I haven’t heard the rest of the story from Akinari yet. However, I know how it ends: the alligator got so hungry one day that it ate its bird friend. Distraught, it cried for hours, which turned into days — eventually, it made a river with its tears, which it drowned in. From its body grew a tree, which was nourished by its tears. The tree grew to be magnificent, and all of the animals of the rain forest would go there to relax and have fun. They never knew about the origins of the tree… but they found meaning in its existence.
Akinari words his story waaay more beautifully, of course… but that’s the gist. As he reached the ending, Akinari smiled and said that he was glad he met the main character. He said that his life wasn’t empty — even though it didn’t last as long as he wanted it to, he met a friend — a best friend, who was there for him everyday; who gave him hope. No matter how one tries to avoid it, the end will one day come.
He said that even though death is morbid and sad, it’s not pointless. Once someone, anyone, finds meaning in your life — even if it’s the smallest thing, like meeting every Sunday on a bench, like exchanging a smile or a nod — once someone finds meaning in your existence, your life was not for naught. And thus, your death wasn’t, either. He gives you the tattered notebook which he wrote his story in, then says that he’s sure that you two will meet again someday. He then becomes transparent and disappears.
It turned out that he died during the week, and his spirit had returned to the Shrine to exchange his final words with you. Honestly, that scene was very touching — very touching, and I’ll admit, I cried for at least half an hour after seeing it on YouTube.
I’ll admit: I’m afraid of death. Not because of the pain I might go through, or because it’s the end of me — I’m more afraid of what it’ll do to the people in my life. How will they react? Would they fall into depression? If they were unable to move on, I would grow horribly sad as well. Would they cry for me, but still move on? Would I be okay with that? I think I would be — I want to see those important to me happy. But would they forget about me? …Or would it just be another life which reached its end, another overlooked article in the obituaries?
I don’t want people to become distraught over my death, whenever it happens — hopefully in the very far future. I want them to care, but to move on. I don’t want them to forget me, and I’m sure they won’t. Even if they do, whatever we did together, whatever we experienced… it still happened, regardless of whether or not they remember it. It would survive on the wind’s breath; it will be engraved in time. And I think that itself is what will give both my life and my death meaning.

I decided to go to the mall yesterday and get my hair done. (I don’t care if it’s vain, I love messing around with my hair. xD;) A while ago, Mai told me that I’d look good with bangs, so I bit the bullet and went for it.

So, now…
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Jamie has a thick fringe. xDD
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I actually really like it. Mai and I are also now ~bang buddies~, which is pretty rad.

April decided to whip out the Paint software and do a portrait of me. This was the result:
by april x3
Ahahaha. xDD

My Persona 4 uniform also arrived yesterday. (Girls’ version. x3) The skirt’s insanely short, but I suppose I can just wear leggings with it. xDD Cosplaying is so much fun ♥

Ah, youth.

March 12, 2009

When I was a kid, I loved toy trucks, sand boxes, swing sets, and mud puddles. I hung out with “the boys” and got into trouble constantly — I was unable to grasp the form of “authority,” and so I ran around rampant for my first 3 years in school.
I’ll never forget that day — about 10 years ago — when the cafeteria was selling those hot dogs. I loved them, but I couldn’t afford one. My friend, Alexa — one of my few female friends — couldn’t get one, either. Therefore, we devised a brilliant plan underneath the teacher’s desk. Some people left their food, unattended, on their desks. To “teach them a lesson”, the two of us nabbed the sausages from the hot dogs — since we really didn’t care for the smooshy, cheap bread — and crammed them in our mouths before anyone could take notice of our little devious deed.
Afterwards, we grabbed our rulers (they were our swords) and ran off to the school’s field, to play “Samurai X” with another one of my classmates — Joshua.
When the two girls returned to their desk to see the sausage-less hot dogs, they freaked out… but they never told a teacher (or if they did, the teacher brushed them off), so Alexa and I got away with it.

…Is it bad that, 10 years later, I still feel victorious?

10 Random Questions.

March 9, 2009

  • The gum which is wedged under tables.  Who the hell sticks gum under a table? I’d be worried about saliva dripping on my knee, or me touching it accidentally, or something. I think if I ever did this, I would be either a) disgusted with myself or b) feel horribly mischievous. Either option would result in c),  which would be me feeling guilty and removing it with great disdain.  How people can stick their gum under a table is BEYOND me. I’ve never seen anyone do it. Ever. It’s pretty mysterious.
  • How Chemistry can be so different from the rest of the world. When the teacher flicks off the lights and starts up a power-point, everything just gets so…sleepy. His voice changes tones so much, it’s almost as if he’s singing you a lullaby. This “lullaby” consists of tons of scientific terminology, like “ions” and “polarity” and “partial pressure,” which aid in the whole “I’m-making-you-fall-asleep” thing. Whenever I interact with someone from the “outside world” during/right after Chemistry, I feel as if I’m seeing the sun after a week in a cramped cave.
  • Career choice. To the disappointment of my extended family, I do NOT want to be a doctor; I don’t think I have the tolerance/general work ethnic for that job. (I like to get boring things over and done with so I have time to have fun later. That’s the only reason why I “stay on top of things.” Same goes for studying, most of the time.) I would rather have fun with my job than stress out over it. Being a lawyer would be alright, but I don’t know. A graphic designer or a photographer would be pretty sweet; I’ve also been thinking about becoming a game designer. I want to write on the side of whatever I do. Since Art is “unsteady” (please note the quotations) I’m not sure if I want to pursue it.
  • That transcript thing. It seems like such a waste when I see some of my friends (…more like acquaintances) who take part in school activities and join school clubs just to beef up their college apps. Seriously, what’s the point? I think I’d rather take part in something for the fun/convenience of it; not for the sake of it being recorded on a piece of paper.
  • Aliens and supernatural stuff. I can’t prove them, but I can’t deny them, either. For some reason, I like to believe that they do exist. It comforts me to know that we’re not alone here. It sort of scares me, too because the more I think about them, the more real they seem.
  • Why people can’t think for themselves. Photocopies are never better than the original. Unless the original itself is a photocopy. Then what?
  • March’s ability to always, always, ALWAYS suck. Maybe it’s because it begins right after Carnival, aka right after a 4-day holiday. It leaves me feeling as if Spring is right around the corner, when it’s really a whole month away. I’m totally having an ‘end-of-March’ celebration when it’s over.
  • How hard it is to write a book. Even the smallest of scenes has to be crafted delicately; every line of dialogue, every sentence, everything, lest it turns out to be disgustingly trite. It’s amazing, frustrating, and a bit intimidating.
  • Why all good things have to end. Not to quote the proverb, or little Nelly Furtado. People say, “that’s what makes them good!”, but I can’t help but feel horribly empty. Whether it’s a good game (Persona 4…!) a good conversation (I can name tons), a good evening, a good series, a good relationship — it all just ends before you can acknowledge and/or deepen it. Life is so bittersweet.
  • If Daniel really makes those brownies. I still think that either his mother or father does.

The Blues

March 4, 2009

I’ll have you know that I haven’t been painfully inactive on here. Nope. I posted a new poem on the poetry page, and I plan on posting up new pictures on the photography page.
Anyway…
For the past few days — more specifically, since Carnival ended — I’ve been feeling incredibly inferior to everyone else. I have no clue why — I just am — and it sucks. I have a horrible habit of being far too harsh on myself and my work in general, and therefore it’s as if I’m stuck in a strange state of hopelessness. It’ll probably pass soon. I blame my hormones. Either way, this tends to happen every 2 months or so… it happened back in December, too. It usually ends with me making some huge breakthrough. Last time, in December, it was when I began writing Symphony. This time, I don’t know what the “EUREKA!”-moment will be… but I think I’m slowly getting there.

For one: I’ve decided to rewrite Symphony. Why? Well, I was (am still) reading To Kill A Mockingbird for my English class, and I think my style from before was filled with too much voice and not enough description. I want it to be taken more seriously, and I think the first draft of Symphony had way too much revealed in the very first chapter. Complex storylines require complex planning, and I’m willing to think things out, to draw things out. I don’t want it to be trite; something read over and over, not taken seriously. I don’t want it to be a photocopy of a million other novels. No, Symphony is going to be my pride and my joy — and I’m going to hook the reader on it. I’m going to make them addicted to it, unable to put it down or to tear their eyes away from it. I’m going to make them fill their bath up with warm water and read whilst soaking, when they should be bathing. So, as my Chemistry teacher would say, “NO MORE SPOON-FEEDING.”
I’m also renaming Kana to “Sousette,” aka “Sou,” and I’m making her have more of a backbone. I’m also going to change the “curse” aspect which she was born into — instead, she’s going to have to take part in the book’s events to avoid the curse. AND SHE’S THE MAYOR’S DAUGHTER NOW. …Everyone else’s backstories are pretty much the same, though.

Secondly: Photography. I’ve been thinking about a “theme” for Photography club — for my portfolio. 6 pictures, united under one theme which tells a story. I’ve snagged a *perfect* one. I had tons of fun with the “Fruit” photoshoot — the “Great Escape,” as I call it — and my final verdict concerning my theme… is based on it. It will tell the tale of a crime which occurred in the fruit world. MR. DETECTIVE ORANGE WILL HAVE TO INVESTIGATE THE BRUTAL MUTILATION OF MS. PEAR. I think. It’ll be really short, but still, it sounds like it’ll be tons of fun. I’ll have to go to the grocery to select my models though, ahaha.

Valentine’s Day.

February 16, 2009

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A PEEK INTO THE LIFE OF JAMIE LAST NIGHT. OH, THE SCANDAL.

Also, I’ll have you know that how this picture got on my camera is a mystery.

Basically, Mai & I went to Robin’s place for a ~ladies’ night~. xD
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BONUS. WHEN I GOT BACK HOME, I TOOK THIS:
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and…
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My pajamas. I have no clue why I am wearing eyeliner.

Oh, after we drank the milkshakes (which was Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate + Brownie flavour… mixed with ice and some milk), we turned up the stereo loud and busted out in wild dance moves.

Yeah, I’ll take this over a party anyday.