W3ANIME HITLIST:
- Azumanga Daioh
- Code Geass/R2
- Black Lagoon
- Darker Than Black
- Gokusen
- Noir
- Rozen Maiden/Traumend/Ouverture
- Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei/Zoku
- Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu
- Lucky Star
I'm going for a music theatre workshop in mid-March! It make VCA application look nice nice :3 and I want to meet the woman from the Opera division in Trinity College's conservatory again. I think it'd be cool to have a sensei in voice too. XD
I can has three octaves soon ^^. I tried to sing Phantom of the Opera, and I could do both Christine's and Phantom's parts, up till the second last note. The last note, I have issues with. On the bright side, the back of my head doesn't hurt anymore when I attempt the C two octaves above middle C. :D (And last year it pulled like mad when I tried to do Angels by Within Temptation. I can do that now, but it isn't as strong as Miss den Andel's, of course.)
NEW GOALS FOR THE YEAR:
- heal right leg (what kind of a goal is this... but I want it to happen lah.)
- complete >3 octaves. (beyond is wonderful)
- increase strength
- learn belts
- finish splits (left, right, middle. in that order perhaps, so the right leg can heal first.)
- VCA music theatre!
- whistle register/vocal fry
- college musical
- pectoral muscles XD
- opera division sensei
- horizontal bar (>3 rounds)
ore-sama has made it to the 65th class of the 78 english for academic purpose classes (ie. 13th best class, if the rumours about classes are true. which will not be good because it will mean she has lost to あの人 by one class.)
Today someone I didn't know came up to me and told me she really liked my Nodame bag, and that she'd actually pay for such a bag. I told her it wasn't that hard, really, and that I didn't really try hard (if I did I'd pull an all-nighter, and I know this because I remember the times I stayed up doing my best to remember certain things in certain books). She told me that perhaps I could make money doing this (I'm not good at business, anyhow, but that was a serious compliment imo). For a brief moment, I felt special.
I know quite a few people have told me my Nodame bag was nice, and I know it is, because I created it out of a Borders bag, and it's one of the few things I can say I did all by myself without anyone telling me exactly how to do it (beyond the fact that I took a couple of reference pictures and that someone on dA gave me the idea of using masking tape to cover the accidentals).
For so long I've done my best with my white fabric paint, my hairdryer and my permanent marker, to cover every microscopic detail, to remove every last trace of lint (there's still some stuck under the paint), to make every line that defines the keys as straight as human hands can get them, and yet every time I'm never satisfied.
But for now, just for this moment... I'll sit and smile up at my bag. For all its shortcomings, all its painted-over lint that I'll never be able to remove, for my unstable hands and the tiny marker smudges on the sides of the keys, for the obvious texture discrepancies. For this is my bag, no one else's. And I made it, all by myself.
Today there was a man from the Socialist Alternative association who tried to convert me to socialism by listing all the shortcomings of capitalism, how it made the rich richer and the poor poorer, how it oppressed cultures.
I gave him my best Kafuka Fuura face.
I stared into his eyes, and gave him my honest opinion as a member of a country known by everyone but its own people as an extremely repressive state. After what seemed like fifteen minutes of his sincere staring into my eyes, and mine into his, and our carrying of a surprisingly intelligent conversation about the state of the world today, he gave in, for he couldn't bring me to understand his side of the story at all. (He definitely isn't going to give up his socialist and communist views though. "It seems socialism is not for you," he told me.) Though I did appreciate his alternative viewpoint, and I told him so.
The newsletter I bought from him, filled with hopes and dreams for a socialist/communist world, sits on my table, and I haven't gone beyond the second page yet. Communism seems like a perfect method of governance to children, perhaps, until one realises that the system is meant to govern humans. In a robocracy perhaps it would work, because robots cannot feel. But in the human world, humans feel greed. They feel the desire to be better than others, they feel envy and jealousy, and it is for this reason that human beings cannot be absolutely equal, and that communism cannot function properly. I didn't tell him that, though I did tell him, that if the world was completely under one form of government, the world would be extremely boring, and that people in different countries are governed differently because they behave differently.
mmmmmmmm too much thinking. Sleepytime.
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