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So yesterday was the 1st of July, and I was actually planning to write a blog post… but then I didn’t. Which just reminded me of how I haven’t actually written anything new or interesting recently. Which just reminded me of how I also didn’t write that post I promised I’d write – the one where I explain with apologetically why I haven’t been very active for the past few weeks. Which all contributed to reminding me that I’m still a lazy procrastinator, and being weeks away from my birthday doesn’t exactly change any of that.

Now, I know it’s foolish to believe that I’ll magically grow up once my birthday arrives, but I still quite like the idea of “improving myself” and “changing to be a better person”. I suppose a lot of this thinking was inspired by a relative, who visited me a week ago (she only just left yesterday with her family – part of the reason why I haven’t exactly been very productive on my blog). My relative is a distant cousin, an American citizen in her mid-40’s. We never really got along that well until recently – partly because I only see her once every two years, partly because I wasn’t mature enough to understand her. That aside, this year, somehow we managed to get along better, and a lot of what she said to me has inspired me to take a look at my life and start choosing my own paths etc. I know, I know, it sounds completely cheesy. But this cousin of mine started her own business when she was 23, and though I never noticed it before, I realise I really admire her lifestyle. She’s got her own happy family, her own business, and at middle age she still manages to maintain a good figure and fashion sense. Somehow, it makes me feel kind of useless in comparison.

Don’t get me wrong – this is not a post where I wallow in self pity. No, this is a post where I announce to the world (or at least, that tiny, minuscule portion of the world that actually reads my blog) that things are actually going to be different once my birthday arrives. I’m going to make resolutions (and actually stick with them), I’m going to cut my bad habits (or at least, most of my bad habits), I’m going to turn over a new page, I’m going to become a better person. *dramatic music* Basically I’m embarking on a journey similar to the one Bridget Jones took – one where I keep a diary (in this case, an e-diary) and try to stop being such an awkward freak.

To those of you who actually know me in real life (which reminds me – why on earth are you reading my blog? If you know me, you should stay away. I don’t want my writing to scare you off… Who’ll wait with me in the lunch line?) , you’re probably going to sneer at my bold statements. And I know, I’m terrible at keeping resolutions. I know I’ve said countless times that I’ll change. But this year is different – this time I actually mean it. I plan to really start getting organised, and look after myself. I know it sounds dramatic, but this year, I want to change everything. From my style to my organisation to my outlook on life. It’s like spring cleaning, basically. Out with the old and in with the new.

Being this close to my birthday has really put a lot of things into perspective for me. I keep thinking I’ll become an organised, non-lazy and successful person when I grow up, but I guess that type of thinking needs to die or something, because I need to become that person now. Most of the time, we say things like “someday I’m gonna be rich” or “someday I’ll be successful and happy and live an amazing life”. Well, probably that someday won’t ever come. There’s only today. We’ve got to learn to go from “someday I’ll be satisfied with my life” to “today I’m satisfied with my life”. We have to start living in the moment, get our goals straight and start working towards them, or else they’ll never be fulfilled and we’ll die before our “someday” arrives.



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Before any of you begin to complain/unfollow/ditch my blog, I know, I know that I promised to do some actual blogging today. And I was planning to do that, except a little something got in the way. A little something being THE FIRST BLOG AWARD I EVER RECEIVED. I have – surprisingly, astoundingly, bafflingly (yes, I know that’s not a word) – been nominated for the ‘One Lovely Blog Award’, by the amazing and lovely Heroic Endeavors, run by Hero. Tons of thank you’s, online hugs and kisses to her, and please do check out her blog – she’s a wonderful blogger, writer and cellist, and I know you’ll all love her just as much as I do : D.

Anyhow, moving right along. As with any other blog award, this one comes with rules. The requirements are as follows:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you on their blog.
  2. Describe 7 things about yourself.
  3. Nominate 15 other blogs, and inform them of their nomination.

So, here goes.

Thank you so much to Hero (whose blog I’ve already linked to above – and you all should definitely click the link. Her blog is brilliant), who I really appreciate for following and actually reading/commenting on my posts. It’s very rare for me to be able to find someone who shares the same interests at me, so imagine my surprise when I stumbled on Hero who – like me – plays the cello, writes, and loves Artemis Fowl. She has nominated me for my first blog award ever, and for that I’m joyously grateful. Her blog is simply amazing and I can imagine myself continuing to stalk her posts for years to come :).

Seven things about myself:

1. I am a mix of everything.

I’m a French/Japanese teenager who’s spent my primary and secondary school years in a British curriculum, and will be spending my university years following the American curriculum. I have lived in 7 countries, visited 15, and will most likely continue hopping from continent to continent, unless a certain fictional character comes to life and persuades me to remain with him for the rest of my life. I absolutely love music, writing and the arts, but I’m also pretty good (now we’re entering that dangerous bragging territory) at the Sciences and Maths. I can write with both hands (and that’s about the only trick I can do, unless you count raising one eyebrow – a quirk I’m very proud of). People can never get my age right because I have a young appearance and an adult’s voice – imagine a baby with your teacher’s voice – and they often think I’m either 12 or 20. I also really like eating chocolates and spicy noodles (not together, of course). I’m also extremely pessimistic and optimistic at the same time. Basically I have the most cheerful outlook on life – the way I see it, “everything will be fine in the end” because the good guys should always win – but I enjoy pointing out the negative aspects of things (take ;Friday; for instance; what part of that song has a positive side?)

2. I get obsessed really easily.

Whether it be a song, an actor/actress, a fictional character, whatever. When I start getting addicted, I really get addicted. If it’s a song, I’ll rape the replay button for days. If it’s an actor/actress, I’ll google till my fingers go numb, stalk until my eyes go red, and by the end of the week I could tell you everything about him/her – from best movie to favourite type of shoe. If it’s a fictional charcter, well, I’ll google the info, then I’ll move on to fanfictions, then I’ll daydream, and then finally I’ll write my own fanfictions (be grateful I don’t post them up here). The funny thing is, these obsessions only last about a week or so, and then they’re quickly replaced by new ones.

3. I don’t really know much about myself.

It’s only the third point, and I’m already out of things to say. I… um… really like dogs? I like to sing in the shower? I like to fantasize about being a superhero? (I used to imagine villains flying through windows during boring classes, and I’d whip off my school uniform to uncover my ninja outfit inside. Then I’d reveal my ninja powers and save the entire school, without anyone ever seeing my face – because I’m too ninja for them to spot me :P).

4. I have a pretty good metabolism.

I eat like a pig (people eat 3 meals a day. I eat 5 – and that doesn’t even count snacks) but I’m still pretty average weight. I mean, my parents still complain – but that’s only because I keep finishing all the food in the house – but really I’m not completely obese. I weigh around 42 kilos (which is pretty standard for people my height), and I’m pretty muscular – don’t get me wrong, I’m no Thor, but I’m just not all floppy – because of all the skating I do.

5. I have 3 brothers.

They’re all older than me, and they’re all capable of being real jerks. Then again, so am I. One – the youngest – is a really cheerful person. He’s too cheerful, to be honest. He’s always happy-go-lucky, always smiling, and he’ll never take you seriously. Not even when your dog dies and you start crying, no, he’ll still be laughing and making jokes about how good ol’ Coco should rest in pieces. The second youngest can actually be considered nice, if he weren’t so moody. One second he’ll be really sweet, and the next he starts shouting at you for entering his room or standing in his way or something. The oldest is just completely cruel and has an evil, cold sense of humour. I don’t even want to describe him.

6. I have a really eclectic taste in music.

On the one hand, I love classical music to bits (especially songs written during the Romantic period). On the other hand, I also adore songs from artists like Adele, Lady Gaga, Maroon 5, Jimmy Wong (you guys have to Youtube him. He’s amazing), and the list goes on. So imagine the look of surprise people get when I tell them I also love listening to Linkin Park, Queen, and Nickleback, or when they find out most of the music on my iPod is heavy metal.

7. I’m actually nice.

I know, I know. Unbelievable right? But honestly, I can be a pretty nice person… sometimes. *evil grin*

Anyway. Before I end up boring you all even further, let us move on to the last and most important part. THE LUCKY NOMINEES. *DUN DUN DUNN* To be honest, I’ve only been here a month or so, so I doubt I even know 15 people. Therefore, I’m going to provide you a list of blogs that include wordpress blogs, bloggers, tumblrs (people actually make text posts now and again) and maybe even twitters (short text posts are still text posts, no?). I know it’s going into dangerous territory, but I promise I’ll do better for my next award (if I even get another award, that is :S)

So, I hereby present to you the nominees.

  1. Six Words
  2. Musings From Neville’s Navel
  3. Insert Witticism Here
  4. Anya Violetta
  5. Sanity Fair
  6. Time To Be Happy Again
  7. Cut Up Piano And Xylophone
  8. How The Hours Must Fly By
  9. Jim Moriarty (no, it’s not actually him. But the tumblr’s still brilliant : D)
  10. Bassism
  11. Jas
  12. Jelectrify
  13. Clotildajamcracker
  14. This World Is A Lucid Reverie

Aand.. I’m out. I do realise that very few of the above blogs are wordpress blogs (and that tumblrs dominate), but hey, all the blogs I wanted to nominate from wordpress were already nominated. Take Hero, for instance. And Liam too probably. Also, I love all of you (my wonderful stalkers followers) equally, so it’s kind of hard to randomly pick 15 o.o. Which is why I’ve decided to pick the people who actually comment/talk to me : D. Because hey, everyone likes to talk right? No? Sorry :c. I’ll do better next time, I promise! So, anyway, lets have a round of applause. Whoop de doo. Congratulations guys, you are now… on my blog.

Right, this is by far my longest post ever, and as you can see the quality of writing is gradually getting worse. I’m also getting really tired, which means I’ll probably notify all these lucky bloggers tomorrow. And I shall stop writing. Now.


*EDIT: I’ve made three additions to my list of nominees – I was pretty tired when I originally made this post, so somehow I forgot to add them in. Sorry guys :S. But you’re in there now : D.

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I’ve only got a few minutes to write this post, so I’ll just do it as quick and typo free as possible, in the above order. Let’s begin.


I just got back from watching MIB3 on the big screen (yes, I actually left my bedroom and went to a cinema and made contact with real people :O.), and frankly, I thought it was amazing. I’ve heard from quite a few people that the movie was horrible compared to the first two, that there was no plot, that it wasn’t as funny as it should have been. To be honest, I have no idea what they were talking about. I thought MIB3 was brilliant; it kept me captivated throughout, to the point where I spent the entire movie on the edge of my seat (this was probably because I was excited, although there is that slight chance that I was straining to see over the top of the person in front of me). Now, there will probably be those of you who think I’m making careless claims without any real evidence, so I shall now list the main reasons why I loved the movie so much.

  1. The actors/actresses played their parts brilliantly. Perhaps I’m biased because MIB3 starred a lot of my favourite people in the acting business (Will Smith, Tommy Lee Jones, Alice Eve, Emma Thompson), but I thought their performances were all as close to perfect as they could possibly be, and every individual managed to exceed my expectations by a wide margin. Will Smith was funny as always, his jokes (accompanied by the O_o face, of course) always managed to make me laugh (which may or may not be a good thing, as there were times when I was the only one laughing, which was pretty awkward) and they really contributed to the film as a whole. Without him it probably won’t have been as good. Tommy Lee Jones… Well, what can I say? His poker face alone deserves numerous awards, and the way he delivers those blunt comments without ever cracking a smile… I honestly wonder how he does it. I certainly wouldn’t be able to film such scenes without breaking down into uncontrollable giggles. I’ve always loved Emma Thompson and Alice Eve – they’re both such wonderful, adorable (well, this applies more to Alice than Emma) – so there isn’t really any explanation needed here. Basically the entire acting crew managed to cooperate and, through their unique strengths, come together to combine those strengths and create an amazing movie that I will be happy to download and watch over and over again.
  2. The plot was – in my opinion – wonderful, and not nearly as bad as people say. True, there may be less alien busting and butt kicking, and maybe it wasn’t as complex and confusing as the previous movies, but that does not in any way make the plot less brilliant. This movie was different from the rest in the sense that it dealt with themes that were a lot more emotional and moving. Whilst previous MIB movies were more centered on humour and action, this one was more nostalgic and – pardon my simplistic diction – sad. It was just very sad, especially at the end. When I watched the ending, I literally cried. I was just sitting there like a pitiful little girl, bawling my eyes out. It was all just so moving and I was completely overwhelmed. Aside from that, the simplicity of the movie’s plot contributed to making it more enjoyable for me. It’s not that I’m so simpleminded that I can only enjoy simple things. It’s just, the movie involved a lot of confusing, paradoxical subjects [SPOILER ALERT] like time travel, and I think because of this complicated addition to the story, the plot had to have fewer twists than the first. Otherwise we’d all be mind-blown and completely confused about what was going on. Having a simple plot made it easy to understand the complex aspects of time travel, and it also made it a lot easier for the audience to be touched by the moving events that occurred.
  3. The effects were a lot better than in the last two. Now, I know this is just incredibly obvious – of course our technology and movie effects would have improved between 1997 and now, what on earth am I thinking? Yet, I can’t help but admire how much we’ve developed as a race. Before I go off into some philosophical musing on evolution and our growth as humans, I’ll just cut to the chase. MIB3 was a lot different from MIB2 and 1 – the HQ looks way cooler, and the effects were a lot more realistic (the evil alien guy actually creeped me out o_o)

I have a feeling that if I go any further, I’ll only end up spoiling the movie for those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of seeing it yet. Therefore, I shall stop now before I let slip anymore spoilers, and urge you to go watch it as soon as possible – it was just amazing.

Moving right along.

My Hectic Schedule

Basically, I have suddenly gone from too free, to incredibly busy. The reason for this is probably because I should have balanced my work, so I can be equally busy all the way through summer, but instead I chose to procrastinate (no surprises there) and leave all the work to the last minute – which is now. As such, my free time now is very limited; it is so limited that I find myself skipping meals. Basically, I have a bunch of important events coming up that I cannot miss, and I am unprepared for any of them. I shall list a few of these events below.

  1. I have a farewell dinner tomorrow with my friends, where I will most likely end up crying my eyes out and hugging them while I tell them desperately not to leave me. Or perhaps I will just eat and smile and wave like an antisocial twit.
  2. I have a farewell luncheon the day after tomorrow with another group of friends, where I will basically repeat whatever I do during tomorrow’s dinner.
  3. I have an orchestra audition coming up sometime next month (the date has not been emailed to me yet), where I will have to play 10 scales, and 3 solo pieces on the cello. I’m terrified, mainly because I just got a new cello (it is a beautiful babe, by the way. The wood is exactly the colour and texture I’ve always wanted, and the sound is like… it’s just indescribable. It’s so deep and lusciously rich, and every time I play it I get this feeling of satisfaction. It even makes my pizzicato sound good) and my intonation isn’t exactly at it’s best. Not only that, but my hands tend to sweat a lot when I’m nervous, so I’m just praying that won’t affect my playing and vibrato during the audition.
  4. I have a dance this Sunday, along with a dress that I can’t wear. Why did I buy such a dress you ask? Well, it was the only one left in the shop, and I was sure I’d manage to lose a couple of kilos in a week. Turns out I can’t manage such a feat, and I’ll probably have to go find a new dress on Friday. Part of me really does not want to go to this dance, but a friend of mine got me a ticket, and it seems selfish to refuse. Besides, I heard they’re hiring chefs from a five star restaurant to make the buffet. Should be good.
  5. I have Camp NaNoWrimo, need I say more? I’m only 3,000+ words into my word count, and I started a week late because writer’s block decided to strike. Not only that, but my plot has gotten out of control; it went from a simple average sci fi novel to one where planet Earth is destroyed and replaced with floating cities, and genetic engineering transforms people into human-deer hybrids. Yeah, I kind of have this obsession with hybrids.
  6. I have a literary competition coming up in June. It’s sort of world wide, and I’m terrified.

All this leads to my final topic, Hiatus’s.

Basically, as you can see, I have a lot on my plate right now, and I’m not sure I can manage to do all that and blog on a daily basis without collapsing or something. According to my wordpress stats page, there are actually a few of you out there who read my blog. I have no idea why any of you would bother, considering I’m such a pathetically boring creature who lives on the internet and fawns over Harry Potter, but I genuinely appreciate all of you for taking the time to stop by and talking to me, even if I’m completely strange and have only just started blogging. So, as an aside, thanks for reading my posts, liking them, commenting on them etc. I love talking to you guys (should I be concerned that I like talking to strangers online? xD) and it makes me feel fuzzy all over that people actually read/follow my blog. Thanks a lot. Anyhoo, back to the original topic. Seeing as I have readers, I figured I should probably tell you all that I’m planning to take a small hiatus from my blogging. This does not at all mean that I will be ditching wordpress completely, it just means that I need a while to sort everything out, and I hope when I return my  number of followers and daily views would not have dropped to zero. I think I’ll take around a week or so off, though I’ll probably come on now and again to reply to comments/post comments etc. I just won’t be as active as I am now, and there most likely won’t be any new blog posts for another week. I’m just very busy and I feel the need to get my life sorted before everything explodes, and I hope you all understand. Thanks a lot :).

And now I better get on to writing some of those essays that are due on Monday, instead of write about how amazing MIB3 was.


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It’s only the first week into summer holiday’s and already my schedule is a mess. I have appointments overlapping with university classes that are overlapping beach trips. I’m VERY behind on camp nanowrimo – so behind, in fact that any chance I had of winning have pretty much been puffed out. I also haven’t prepared at all for this debate tournament coming up in two weeks, and I have a dance coming up this Sunday which I haven’t prepared for either. Basically everything is a mess, I’m somehow even more disorganized than usual, and even I don’t know when I have free time anymore. Not only that, but I’ve missed the dates of numerous events and functions that are pretty important – take my own leaving party, for instance. And when you’re so all over the place that you miss your own leaving party, you know you’re in trouble.

The root of the problem is that I’m naturally a messy, disorganized and forgetful person. Just take a look into my bedroom and you’ll know what I’m talking about. No, it isn’t like those clean, comfy rooms you see in adverts. It’s sort of like the aftermath of an earthquake – with bits strewn all over the floor and things stuffed carelessly where they don’t belong. And that’s from MY point of view – from my mum’s point of view, it looks like a war zone. My bedroom is the reason why people doubt my ability to survive on my own (“How on earth will you find your clothes? How will you remember where you put the food?”)

My messy nature was okay when I was a highschooler, but now that I’m going to University things will probably have to change. Thus, I have decided to take action. Today I am going out and buying myself an organizer. Come to think of it, I should probably get myself a pencil too. In fact, today I shall make sure my pencil case actually has stationary in it, as opposed to bits of scrap paper full of useless doodles.

Wish me luck in my quest to function properly in society!


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Today I found out two things:

  1. My University requires all students to wear a uniform.
  2. When choosing said uniform, there is no option for girls to wear trousers.

I cannot even begin to describe how appalled I am by this. There’s a fine line between having conformity in schools to promote socialization, and just ripping students of individualistic creativity (not to mention rights). They say it is a measure to prevent inappropriate dressing, yet I find it ironic that as University students and legal citizens, we are considered mature enough to live independently and make our own choices regarding courses we take, but are not trusted to choose our own clothes. I’m 18, I think I can tell the difference between university clothes and pub clothes.

What makes it worse and even more ludicrous is that girls are required to wear long skirts. This I find completely sexist and insane. Though I don’t hate dresses, I’m not all that fond of them, and who can blame me really? There’s a limit on the things you can do in a skirt without exposing your underwear. That aside, I wouldn’t mind wearing a skirt to University once in a while; it should be fine really if I was given the choice to alternate between trousers and skirts. But to think I would have to wear the same skirts for the next four years of my education! It’s absurd! I find it remarkably unfair that girls are not given the choice between trousers and skirts. It’s old fashioned and childish; we’re in the 21st century, for crying out loud! We’re living in a generation of change and modernization, not the Victorian times. It’s quite strange really, that my country attempts to promote equality, yet they allow Universities to come up with rules that blatantly ignore equality between genders. It saddens me in a way, almost as much as it pisses me off.

As if all that isn’t bad enough, but the uniform itself is far from convenient. It’s a two piece; a white shirt, tucked into a black pleated skirt. Doesn’t sound too bad, right? BUT – and this is so strange I can barely believe it myself – the buttons are removable. Let me rephrase, the buttons HAVE to be removed before the shirt is washed. They’re basically little squares that somewhat resemble earrings, except the back part is made up of an elastic that you hook into the actual button to fasten it into place. So, if I happen to have an early lecture, I’ll have to wake up an hour earlier just to get my buttons sorted.

All in all, my University is a lovely place, but the uniforms are annoying.


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