After the last group work thing we did for law, we were asked to do a bit of research about team work, then to reflect upon the processes our team went through and what we learned. Here is a summary of the things that I will strictly adhere to in the future.
1) Where possible, form groups with people you already know and have contact details of. That way, if you have to you can harass them via facebook, email, phone and in person.
2) Once the group is formed and no one else wants to step up, assert some leadership. Talk about what the task is, what needs to be done, when it needs to be done by and who needs to do which part. The reason for setting a schedule is so that we can review the work done together as a group so it'll be easier to pinpoint what works and what doesn't.
3) Make sure that everyone knows exactly what they're supposed to do. In order for this to work, all team members must be present at each meeting. If you can't make it to a meeting you need a reasonable and acceptable excuse like your grandma died and you're going to the funeral or you've contracted a debilitating illness.
If your excuse is, "oh, I'm so hung over" or "I can't bother to come into uni on days when it's convenient for everyone else" my standard response from now on will be FUCK OFF. If you can't be bothered to study hard and only just want to pass, I will kick you out of the group.
4) If you haven't done your allocated task by the set schedule, then my response will also be FUCK OFF.
5) If I've told you to send something before 2am I mean it motherfucker.
6) Although I've asserted leadership, I will not tolerate doing all the work. I've allocated tasks for a reason, and I expect you to comply.
7) Compliance with all my rules will lead to handing the assignment on time. Furthermore if everyone in the group is smart and has done their parts to a good standard then we will get a fantastic mark.
Showing posts with label fail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fail. Show all posts
Thursday, 14 October 2010
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
i think too much
On a scale of:
to:
I am probably a:
I'm not sure why it's such an imperative for me to be skinny, and why it's such an imperative that I have tiny thighs and a flat belly.
I've come to terms with not having tiny thighs. I've kind of decided that, as most women go, having thighs (in general) is a fact of life.
I've come to terms with the fact that at my height, I should only be a certain density.
But I just can't come to terms with the fact that I will probably never have a flat belly like this:
I mean I could... but when it comes down to it all I tend to choose to be lazy than to do something about it.
What I think I'm trying to express is that I think I'm normal. It's very hard to find pictures of normal people. It's very easy to find pictures of people belonging in the extremes. So much so that because I'm inundated with images of "skinny" women, I get the feeling I'm starting to think of them as normal. I mean they clearly aren't.
I think it's a very interesting task, trying to write yourself out of thinking something. It might not be so interesting to read sure... but that's kind of the reason I try not to advertise my blog.
I think the last thing I'm trying to nut out is the fact that I get the impression that talking about your insecurities, or the things that make you sad, seems to be avoided. I guess when people are together in a group they're trying to have a good time. I mean, I don't know about most people but when I'm with other people I tend to feel happier, and there's less time to think. I feel like if I talk about any worries or fears that it will ruin the mood. That's not to say it stops me from doing it, but I guess over time I've stopped talking about certain subjects.
And those subjects usually end up here.
I also get the impression that no one actually has insecurities, and that I'm the only one that does. I mean obviously that's not true, but it's very very easy to focus on my own thoughts, and it's very easy to look for "evidence" that supports my impression. From a psychological stand point I see why that happens, and that it happens to most people, so technically I should know better. And I'm trying. I'm slowly but surely collecting everyone else's insecurities and weaving them into a blanket that I can hide under and keep warm in. Or some other ridiculous metaphor representing warmth and comfort.
I think I'm feeling better about my thoughts now that I've written this out.
to:
I am probably a:
I'm not sure why it's such an imperative for me to be skinny, and why it's such an imperative that I have tiny thighs and a flat belly.
I've come to terms with not having tiny thighs. I've kind of decided that, as most women go, having thighs (in general) is a fact of life.
I've come to terms with the fact that at my height, I should only be a certain density.
But I just can't come to terms with the fact that I will probably never have a flat belly like this:
I mean I could... but when it comes down to it all I tend to choose to be lazy than to do something about it.
What I think I'm trying to express is that I think I'm normal. It's very hard to find pictures of normal people. It's very easy to find pictures of people belonging in the extremes. So much so that because I'm inundated with images of "skinny" women, I get the feeling I'm starting to think of them as normal. I mean they clearly aren't.
I think it's a very interesting task, trying to write yourself out of thinking something. It might not be so interesting to read sure... but that's kind of the reason I try not to advertise my blog.
I think the last thing I'm trying to nut out is the fact that I get the impression that talking about your insecurities, or the things that make you sad, seems to be avoided. I guess when people are together in a group they're trying to have a good time. I mean, I don't know about most people but when I'm with other people I tend to feel happier, and there's less time to think. I feel like if I talk about any worries or fears that it will ruin the mood. That's not to say it stops me from doing it, but I guess over time I've stopped talking about certain subjects.
And those subjects usually end up here.
I also get the impression that no one actually has insecurities, and that I'm the only one that does. I mean obviously that's not true, but it's very very easy to focus on my own thoughts, and it's very easy to look for "evidence" that supports my impression. From a psychological stand point I see why that happens, and that it happens to most people, so technically I should know better. And I'm trying. I'm slowly but surely collecting everyone else's insecurities and weaving them into a blanket that I can hide under and keep warm in. Or some other ridiculous metaphor representing warmth and comfort.
I think I'm feeling better about my thoughts now that I've written this out.
Sunday, 13 June 2010
Hell week is over.
Oh god, I didn't think I'd survive but I have. Ethics, Contracts and Cognition. I don't think I did really well, and I know I could have. I was pretty stressed, but now that everything is over I'm flooded with this huge sense of relief.
Just one more exam to go, then I'm free. Holidays, then another semester of this love-hate relationship with my education.
Just one more exam to go, then I'm free. Holidays, then another semester of this love-hate relationship with my education.
Saturday, 15 May 2010
*tear*
My phone is way too old. I can only store 125 messages before my inbox is too full to get anymore. It really sucks to have to delete messages T______T
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
Saturday, 8 May 2010
o//////////////o
I have a cold.
I think I managed to single-handedly destroy my immune system this week.
Karmic forces are at work. When I'm happy and having super amounts of fun, life sucker punches me in the face.
I think I managed to single-handedly destroy my immune system this week.
Karmic forces are at work. When I'm happy and having super amounts of fun, life sucker punches me in the face.
Sunday, 2 May 2010
Match made in heaven
An attention whore and a voyeur.
Seriously, think about it. A voyeur likes to watch people do things. While in the normal sense of the word the things that a voyeur likes to watch are sexual in nature, this can extend to other things. Like Facebook stalking people. And staring at people on public transport.
An attention whore is someone who loves attention, and will do anything to get that attention. Maybe it's a pride thing. Maybe it's a needy thing. Who knows? In any case everything an attention whore does is carefully archived away into photos, videos or words to be accessed via some social networking site.
The perfect couple... the attention whore regulars acts and reaches out for validation while the voyeur watches and gives their silent (or not so silent) approval.
Pretty messed up huh?
Seriously, think about it. A voyeur likes to watch people do things. While in the normal sense of the word the things that a voyeur likes to watch are sexual in nature, this can extend to other things. Like Facebook stalking people. And staring at people on public transport.
An attention whore is someone who loves attention, and will do anything to get that attention. Maybe it's a pride thing. Maybe it's a needy thing. Who knows? In any case everything an attention whore does is carefully archived away into photos, videos or words to be accessed via some social networking site.
The perfect couple... the attention whore regulars acts and reaches out for validation while the voyeur watches and gives their silent (or not so silent) approval.
Pretty messed up huh?
Wednesday, 28 April 2010
Sunday, 18 April 2010
No one would pay for these thoughts
I learnt at some point that thoughts are just thoughts. They don't define you, they may not even be your real opinion and they are definitely rebuttable.
1) I need help. I still haven't learnt that procrastination has long term negative consequences >=(
2) I don't think about trust issues anymore. If people hurt me, they'll hurt me. I'll just learn not to answer their questions truthfully.
3) Most of my friends are reliable.
4) I'm not replying back to letters due to sheer laziness... and I don't care anymore.
5) Nathan Fillion in Castle is awesome.
6) I'm going to have fun learning to start conversations with people in creative ways.
7) I want to learn how to make mash ups.
8) Bouncing ideas and theories off my family is actually pretty fun. Time consuming, but fun.
9) I can't stand not talking to people. Holidays where I'm stuck at home ARE THE WORST.
10) I got a hair cut. I miss my hair, split ends and all.
1) I need help. I still haven't learnt that procrastination has long term negative consequences >=(
2) I don't think about trust issues anymore. If people hurt me, they'll hurt me. I'll just learn not to answer their questions truthfully.
3) Most of my friends are reliable.
4) I'm not replying back to letters due to sheer laziness... and I don't care anymore.
5) Nathan Fillion in Castle is awesome.
6) I'm going to have fun learning to start conversations with people in creative ways.
7) I want to learn how to make mash ups.
8) Bouncing ideas and theories off my family is actually pretty fun. Time consuming, but fun.
9) I can't stand not talking to people. Holidays where I'm stuck at home ARE THE WORST.
10) I got a hair cut. I miss my hair, split ends and all.
Friday, 26 March 2010
Yay! New Kicks
It's sad that the most exciting part of my day included buying a new pair of kitten heeled black pumps, and eating toast with ANOTHER younger, interesting male co-worker (>^__^>). Hmm... I don't know if I've ever mentioned it but my job is really awesome. Here's why:
1) My bosses are really awesome. They give me free food, and don't really have a lot of rules except: don't talk too much, don't listen to music and don't surf the web.
2) The pay. It's not a lot, but then again it's definitely below the limits of the tax bracket, hence I don't have to pay tax. It's also enough for me to save up, and also spend from time to time.
3) The students. Teaching is surprisingly fun (and easy).
4) The co-workers. Because it's a tutoring place, we're always recruiting young, smart high-school/uni students. It's a pretty easy way of making friends.
5) The flexibility. Unless otherwise organised my work hours are based on my schedule.
Anyway, that's enough procrastinating for now. T_T
1) My bosses are really awesome. They give me free food, and don't really have a lot of rules except: don't talk too much, don't listen to music and don't surf the web.
2) The pay. It's not a lot, but then again it's definitely below the limits of the tax bracket, hence I don't have to pay tax. It's also enough for me to save up, and also spend from time to time.
3) The students. Teaching is surprisingly fun (and easy).
4) The co-workers. Because it's a tutoring place, we're always recruiting young, smart high-school/uni students. It's a pretty easy way of making friends.
5) The flexibility. Unless otherwise organised my work hours are based on my schedule.
Anyway, that's enough procrastinating for now. T_T
Monday, 8 March 2010
More relationship advice
Ne... there's this guy I really like.
Me: Okay...? And?
He's cute, funny, smart and really really nice.
Me: God. Where do you meet these people.
Haha, very funny. I asked him out subtly... but he said no. Should I ask him again?
Me: Oh... honey... No. Just no. Don't you have any pride?
But I'm sure he likes me? Maybe he's not into going to see that particular movie.
Me: ... I think he's just letting you down gently.
*sniff* But I really like this guy! Maybe he'll change his mind?
Me: I dunno... Maybe. I'm sorry I can't help you =/
***
-_- Why do I get the feeling that somebody, somewhere out there is laughing at me?
***
And I totally saw bus guy again today. Which doesn't make sense, because I thought he transferred unis =/
Me: Okay...? And?
He's cute, funny, smart and really really nice.
Me: God. Where do you meet these people.
Haha, very funny. I asked him out subtly... but he said no. Should I ask him again?
Me: Oh... honey... No. Just no. Don't you have any pride?
But I'm sure he likes me? Maybe he's not into going to see that particular movie.
Me: ... I think he's just letting you down gently.
*sniff* But I really like this guy! Maybe he'll change his mind?
Me: I dunno... Maybe. I'm sorry I can't help you =/
***
-_- Why do I get the feeling that somebody, somewhere out there is laughing at me?
***
And I totally saw bus guy again today. Which doesn't make sense, because I thought he transferred unis =/
Friday, 26 February 2010
A number is a funny thing.
Work guy used a sneaky method of getting my number. He told me that my phone was so old and it was bound to break soon. Then he said he might as well get my number now if I was going to keep my number after getting a new phone... pranking his phone using my phone.
So now I have another... pretty much useless... phone number in my phone. I don't know what to do with it. I want to call him, but maybe I'm supposed to wait or something. It's not like he's going to have any time to see me once he starts uni next week.
Figures he'd leave it to the last day that we'll see each other to get my number. Baka-yaro.
The other useless number I have is Bus guy's number... which I'm totally deleting... like right now.
On the flip-side, I saw Nee-hime today with her BF. That was nice.
I also got paid today. I am getting that much closer to my plane tickets to thailand. yeearr.
So now I have another... pretty much useless... phone number in my phone. I don't know what to do with it. I want to call him, but maybe I'm supposed to wait or something. It's not like he's going to have any time to see me once he starts uni next week.
Figures he'd leave it to the last day that we'll see each other to get my number. Baka-yaro.
The other useless number I have is Bus guy's number... which I'm totally deleting... like right now.
On the flip-side, I saw Nee-hime today with her BF. That was nice.
I also got paid today. I am getting that much closer to my plane tickets to thailand. yeearr.
Friday, 19 February 2010
I was right... i guess
Slightly less than a year ago, a friend of mine talked to me about her relationship troubles. I predicted (not to her face), that the reason why she was having problems was because it was a relationship stemming from highschool, and that it wouldn't last much longer. I was right... and now she's in another relationship.
Being the gossip that I am, I enjoy digging out details about people's lives... whether it's some traumatic memory from when they were 16, to the newest item of clothing that they bought, to what their parents do for a living. People interest me... most of the time. The only time I don't find people interesting is when I'm in an extremely bad mood.
I guess I'm trying to segue into something another friend told me last week. What she said was that a couple of years back, another friend of mine approached her for sex. What she was confused about was that he considered her to be like a sister... and yet he wanted her sexually. Apparently this guy can't tell the difference between love and lust... to him they are pretty much the same thing.
Which brings me to (yeah... ok, so I'm not so great with segues. So sue me. Actually don't.) the fact that it's only been more recently that I've been able to tell the difference between lust... and actually liking someone enough to consider being in any semblance of a relationship with them.
Yup, you know it. I am a friggin genius.
And hey, what do you know but at the moment I don't particularly like anyone. Which is sad... but hey, I guess there's less opportunities to be hurt... or disappointed... or angry.
I don't feel well educated enough to make any political posts anytime soon... so maybe once I know enough about Marxism, Nietzsche, and just more political discourse in general I might write something more substantial. Till then, CBF.
Being the gossip that I am, I enjoy digging out details about people's lives... whether it's some traumatic memory from when they were 16, to the newest item of clothing that they bought, to what their parents do for a living. People interest me... most of the time. The only time I don't find people interesting is when I'm in an extremely bad mood.
I guess I'm trying to segue into something another friend told me last week. What she said was that a couple of years back, another friend of mine approached her for sex. What she was confused about was that he considered her to be like a sister... and yet he wanted her sexually. Apparently this guy can't tell the difference between love and lust... to him they are pretty much the same thing.
Which brings me to (yeah... ok, so I'm not so great with segues. So sue me. Actually don't.) the fact that it's only been more recently that I've been able to tell the difference between lust... and actually liking someone enough to consider being in any semblance of a relationship with them.
Yup, you know it. I am a friggin genius.
And hey, what do you know but at the moment I don't particularly like anyone. Which is sad... but hey, I guess there's less opportunities to be hurt... or disappointed... or angry.
I don't feel well educated enough to make any political posts anytime soon... so maybe once I know enough about Marxism, Nietzsche, and just more political discourse in general I might write something more substantial. Till then, CBF.
Wednesday, 17 February 2010
I'd rather put my hand in hot glue.
I am so very very angry at the MDA right now. Tomorrow, it'll turn into disappointment. But right now, I am just extraordinarily angry.
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Mentoring!
Today I got to meet the 5 first year students I'll be mentoring for the year. Woohoo! 4 girls (just graduated from highschool), one guy (who graduated in 'o8 like us second years... and he's been working for the past year).
Pretty cool bunch. a couple sing/dance/act/play an instrument (or some combination of the above). One guy has a last fm account xD so I'll add as soon as I can get facebook to work. And we'll meet up for coffee next week, and next year we'll be friends for ever and ever.
No, I'm kidding. I'll stick around as long as they need me/can cope with my craziness >_>
During the introductory speeches we did impromptu skits. I was the "annoying girl with the mobile phone" a.k.a. "Urine sample girl" Got the idea from the Chasers: below.
*phone rings* (from across the room, someone yells SHUT UP!)
Me: Hello, I called you earlier? Yeah you know the urine sample I was supposed to give you? I keep missing the cup. I put it in a bottle *pulls out bottle of berocca*. Is that ok? Alright I'll be there in a sec. Bye" *exit stage left*
Yeah... FUN!
Then I picked out my mentees, and took them to a classroom to drug them... er I mean get to know them. I got them to imagine that they were shipwrecked for a day... and pulled out a roll of toilet paper.
They had to take as much paper as they thought they'd need. I took about twenty sheets (just to set an example). The catch to this game is that for every square of toilet paper you took, you had to tell the group a fact about yourself. That was fun, and very educating =D
I took them on a tour of the uni, then we had lunch.
Then after that I went to dance practice... which was fail.
TL;DR: Mentoring: WIN. Dancing: FAIL.
Pretty cool bunch. a couple sing/dance/act/play an instrument (or some combination of the above). One guy has a last fm account xD so I'll add as soon as I can get facebook to work. And we'll meet up for coffee next week, and next year we'll be friends for ever and ever.
No, I'm kidding. I'll stick around as long as they need me/can cope with my craziness >_>
During the introductory speeches we did impromptu skits. I was the "annoying girl with the mobile phone" a.k.a. "Urine sample girl" Got the idea from the Chasers: below.
*phone rings* (from across the room, someone yells SHUT UP!)
Me: Hello, I called you earlier? Yeah you know the urine sample I was supposed to give you? I keep missing the cup. I put it in a bottle *pulls out bottle of berocca*. Is that ok? Alright I'll be there in a sec. Bye" *exit stage left*
Yeah... FUN!
Then I picked out my mentees, and took them to a classroom to drug them... er I mean get to know them. I got them to imagine that they were shipwrecked for a day... and pulled out a roll of toilet paper.
They had to take as much paper as they thought they'd need. I took about twenty sheets (just to set an example). The catch to this game is that for every square of toilet paper you took, you had to tell the group a fact about yourself. That was fun, and very educating =D
I took them on a tour of the uni, then we had lunch.
Then after that I went to dance practice... which was fail.
TL;DR: Mentoring: WIN. Dancing: FAIL.
Thursday, 11 February 2010
*awkward silence*
Yeah, hate when they happen:
- like when you reveal that you know something about someone... except they've never told you... you found out on facebook.
- Or when you blurt out that someone is cute... but you don't actually know them... and they're a shop assistant.
- Or when you realise mid-conversation that you've been spending a lot of time with a certain co-worker... alone... and that you don't want other co-workers to think that something is happening between the two of you... so you stop talking for a bit.
- Or when you bump into a high-school school mate and have a conversation and he keeps looking at his watch... so you tell him you've got to go home.
Yeah. And I thought I'd get less awkward the older I got =/
- like when you reveal that you know something about someone... except they've never told you... you found out on facebook.
- Or when you blurt out that someone is cute... but you don't actually know them... and they're a shop assistant.
- Or when you realise mid-conversation that you've been spending a lot of time with a certain co-worker... alone... and that you don't want other co-workers to think that something is happening between the two of you... so you stop talking for a bit.
- Or when you bump into a high-school school mate and have a conversation and he keeps looking at his watch... so you tell him you've got to go home.
Yeah. And I thought I'd get less awkward the older I got =/
Sunday, 26 July 2009
Leave it to Meme: Hehe
The "Leave It to Meme" Meme: http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/2009/07/leave-it-to-meme-meme.html
Today we ripped this meme off a blogger known as Kyddryn from Shadow and Sweetwater. She claims she stole it from someone on Facebook. But, it was probably stolen there as well. So, of course, that will be as far as we go. Tracing back our theft's thieves might take some time. Link back to us at Sunday Stealing!
Cheers to all us thieves!
Sunday Stealing: The "Leave It to Meme" Meme
1. Who was your FIRST date?
Lief. Although technically it was a while after we started 'going out' before we both actually had our first (ever) date.
2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?
Well, music talks to me all the time... but I'd look like a crazy person if I ever tried to talk back =P Well that's what my imaginary friends tell me anyway =/
3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?
Passion pop! Or something like that, I don't exactly remember the name of it. My memory's not so good =/ I think I was in year 4 (about 10 years old), and I went to my best friend's house and they let me try it ^^ Alcoholics start young. Mmm alcohol...
4. What was your FIRST job?
Shop assistant in my parents' bakery. My first paying job was at my cousin's watch kiosk. My first, legally documented job is at a tutoring/coaching college =]
5. What was your FIRST car?
I don't actually own a car, or have a full licence. But, I learnt how to drive in my dad's station wagon, and now I drive both my mum's Aurion and my dad's car... into the kerb, scaring my entire family in the process... I'm not such a great driver D=
6. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?
I went to Thailand with my parents when I was 2.5 I don't remember a great deal of it.
7. Who was your FIRST best friend & do you still talk?
My first best friend (according to my parents) is Yve. I talk to her occasionally, because we're both very busy studying Law ^^
The first best friend I remember is Ange. We stuck together from year 2 to year 5 then she and her entire family disappeared off the face of the planet. Well, not literally. I have no idea what's happened to her.
8. Whose wedding did you attend the FIRST time?
I first attended the wedding of my cousins. I have a lot of those. Cousins I mean, not weddings... I was asked to sing two songs, in languages I didn't understand =D
9. Tell us about your FIRST roommate.
I've never had a roommate... unless you mean my younger brother? Our old house was pretty small, and we actually had to sleep in the same bed. He kicks in his sleep ><
10. If you had one wish, what would it be (other than more wishes)?
I'd wish to be able to communicate and understand all languages. I think I've always wished for that.
Then I'd pretend that I didn't understand and use my skill to get discounts at asian grocery stores in Cabramatta xD
11. What is something you would learn if you had the chance?
More languages. I love talking, so how much more fun would it be to talk in a few more tongues? =D
12. Did you marry the FIRST person you were in love with?
No. Unfortunately the first person I fell in love with didn't love me back... I'm pretty sure he thought that I hated him =/ It's rather unfortunate that even back when I was 10 I was a witty, sarcastic little munchkin.
13. What were the first lessons you ever took and why?
Um... besides school, I guess my first lessons were Chinese lessons, because I thought it might be fun... and my parents thought it'd be a good idea.
Then I got lazy, after the 2nd lesson and didn't go ever again. Fail.
14. What is the first thing you do when you get home?
Take off my shoes at the door. Why, what do you do?
Today we ripped this meme off a blogger known as Kyddryn from Shadow and Sweetwater. She claims she stole it from someone on Facebook. But, it was probably stolen there as well. So, of course, that will be as far as we go. Tracing back our theft's thieves might take some time. Link back to us at Sunday Stealing!
Cheers to all us thieves!
Sunday Stealing: The "Leave It to Meme" Meme
1. Who was your FIRST date?
Lief. Although technically it was a while after we started 'going out' before we both actually had our first (ever) date.
2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?
Well, music talks to me all the time... but I'd look like a crazy person if I ever tried to talk back =P Well that's what my imaginary friends tell me anyway =/
3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?
Passion pop! Or something like that, I don't exactly remember the name of it. My memory's not so good =/ I think I was in year 4 (about 10 years old), and I went to my best friend's house and they let me try it ^^ Alcoholics start young. Mmm alcohol...
4. What was your FIRST job?
Shop assistant in my parents' bakery. My first paying job was at my cousin's watch kiosk. My first, legally documented job is at a tutoring/coaching college =]
5. What was your FIRST car?
I don't actually own a car, or have a full licence. But, I learnt how to drive in my dad's station wagon, and now I drive both my mum's Aurion and my dad's car... into the kerb, scaring my entire family in the process... I'm not such a great driver D=
6. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?
I went to Thailand with my parents when I was 2.5 I don't remember a great deal of it.
7. Who was your FIRST best friend & do you still talk?
My first best friend (according to my parents) is Yve. I talk to her occasionally, because we're both very busy studying Law ^^
The first best friend I remember is Ange. We stuck together from year 2 to year 5 then she and her entire family disappeared off the face of the planet. Well, not literally. I have no idea what's happened to her.
8. Whose wedding did you attend the FIRST time?
I first attended the wedding of my cousins. I have a lot of those. Cousins I mean, not weddings... I was asked to sing two songs, in languages I didn't understand =D
9. Tell us about your FIRST roommate.
I've never had a roommate... unless you mean my younger brother? Our old house was pretty small, and we actually had to sleep in the same bed. He kicks in his sleep ><
10. If you had one wish, what would it be (other than more wishes)?
I'd wish to be able to communicate and understand all languages. I think I've always wished for that.
Then I'd pretend that I didn't understand and use my skill to get discounts at asian grocery stores in Cabramatta xD
11. What is something you would learn if you had the chance?
More languages. I love talking, so how much more fun would it be to talk in a few more tongues? =D
12. Did you marry the FIRST person you were in love with?
No. Unfortunately the first person I fell in love with didn't love me back... I'm pretty sure he thought that I hated him =/ It's rather unfortunate that even back when I was 10 I was a witty, sarcastic little munchkin.
13. What were the first lessons you ever took and why?
Um... besides school, I guess my first lessons were Chinese lessons, because I thought it might be fun... and my parents thought it'd be a good idea.
Then I got lazy, after the 2nd lesson and didn't go ever again. Fail.
14. What is the first thing you do when you get home?
Take off my shoes at the door. Why, what do you do?
Tuesday, 30 June 2009
Supanova
On Sunday Cookies, Twiggy, Gandhi and I went to Supanova. Woo!!! check Cookies' blog for most of the photos =]
We got there at about 9:30 to find an already fast growing line! But luckily, the line was for people who had pre-registered, and the line for people who wanted to buy tickets at the door was a lot shorter... when we got there. Then it grew to epic proportions after =O
We spent most of the day taking photos of all the crazy costumes that people had made/bought, looking at the various merchandise stalls, playing COD 4 (well my bro did), and then towards the end of the day sitting tiredly on the second level of The Dome.
Eventually, Rachelle Lefevre stopped talking, and the Cosplay comp/skits started. Some of the skits were pretty good... some were not so good. There'll probably be vids up on youtube eventually. From where we were sitting, we couldn't see very much of it.
Lastly, we went for the Karaoke comp. I hadn't practiced at all, and just joined on a whim. I sang Aozora no Namida by Hitomi Takahashi, a song that is way out of my range. Cookies hadn't practiced since Animania, and sung Sousei no Aquarion. Gandhi had practiced a lot, and sung Hana by Orange Range. there were like... 7 singers.
Cookies came first (yay!) and Gandhi came second. Pretty awesome, guys ^^
For the trip home, it's a rather complicated process of getting from Sydney Olympic Park to the Western suburbs =/ By public transport, it's train, train (or bus if track work is happening), then bus to get home. Gah.
Anyway, travelling home in costume is rather fun, because it attracts a lot of stares from other passengers. Heh. And it also attracts crazy looking dudes who want to tell you their life story.
Well not quite. I dropped a safety pin on the ground, and me, cookies and gandhi spent a good minute looking for it. Then one of the train drivers/station guards came up and found it. Which led us to a convo about his good eyesight, which led to how his eye was crook from working as a welder, then a hand injury then to him working in the public transport industry.
We waited for Cookies' parents to come pick us up from Parra. While we waited we got hungry, so we ended up a Hungry Jack's. Their cheeseburgers have a rubbery texture. Yuck.
Fun day. Yeeeeewwwwww.
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
ARGH beans...
My mum brought a stack-load of snake beans home from the market this Saturday. Today I got to sort through them, then top and tail them. So many @.@
Listening to myself talk these days, I find that I sound really bitter. Now I'm not sure if I'm usually like this, of if it's just recently that I've become like this.
Listening to myself talk these days, I find that I sound really bitter. Now I'm not sure if I'm usually like this, of if it's just recently that I've become like this.
Monday, 20 April 2009
Cooking fail
Today, I tried to cook, and it ended in disaster. I tried a recipe for curried oats: http://teaandcookies.blogspot.com/2009/03/caramelized-onions-at-breakfast.html
Now, usually when I cook, it turns out fine. Like edible. But usually, I follow the recipe exactly, even if I don't use high quality ingredients (home brand stuff IS fine, fyi)
Not so today. Instead of using curry powder, I used curry paste, and I used milk, because usually when I make curry I use coconut milk, and we didn't have any... so I thought I'd substitute.
BAD IDEA.
The result was something with the consistency of orange, warm, viscous vomit. I would have taken a photo... but it was just... pretty gross actually.
Let's just say I'm not straying from the recipe anytime soon again =/
Now, usually when I cook, it turns out fine. Like edible. But usually, I follow the recipe exactly, even if I don't use high quality ingredients (home brand stuff IS fine, fyi)
Not so today. Instead of using curry powder, I used curry paste, and I used milk, because usually when I make curry I use coconut milk, and we didn't have any... so I thought I'd substitute.
BAD IDEA.
The result was something with the consistency of orange, warm, viscous vomit. I would have taken a photo... but it was just... pretty gross actually.
Let's just say I'm not straying from the recipe anytime soon again =/
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