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Ok, it's really sad when I'm actually looking up my Magic Fairy name instead of doing uni stuff...nevertheless, I still feel dorky cool with my Magic Fairy name being Bramble Moonweb, hee.
La la la...
I am finding so hard to sit and answer these questions for the take home exam, I keep on thinking I still have plenty of time to do it since it's not due until Friday. I'm also quite annoyed at the fact I have to go into uni on Friday just to submit it, what a waste of time. Anyway, I have been staring at a blank word document for the past half an hour trying to get my brain working, but it's not happening...I guess because I'm so used to spewing out assignments and such the night/early morning before it's due my brain is not used to being this prepared. Blah.
I wonder how happy I'd be now if, back in year 12, I decided to do a degree in Dance at my uni. In year 12 I auditioned and got an acceptance offer, and I still don't really know the exact reason why I declined...in part it did have to do with the fact that so many people were telling me to get over a silly childhood ambition and do something different. Whatever it was, it sounded convincing at the time.
I've been doing a couple of classes at Sydney Dance Company this week, and it's really made me think about what I'm missing out on. What different path my life would have taken if I did decide to go ahead with studying dance...Maybe I'd be happier and more satisfied if I did dance. Maybe I'd be travelling and performing at interesting places...but then again, maybe the course would have been a let down or maybe it would have been much tougher than first impressions...I guess I'll never know. But I can't complain, no matter how much I bitch and moan about how much uni annoys me and how much my course gives me the shits, it's not all bad. I guess I should focus more on the positives than the negatives, because these last 3 years have actually been fun.
The scary thing is that if I wasn't doing a double degree this would be my last week at university ever. Tomorrow would be my last day of being a student for the rest of my life. Man, I don't think I could handle that. I still feel so young, so immature and inexperienced to leave the sheltered campus life and run around in the real world...At least I have another year to grow up.
I collected my take home media exam today, it's due on Friday but I have to finish it tonight because Rebecca is having her 21st Birthday party/dinner thing tomorrow night and I won't have the chance to do it then. There are five questions, and you only have to answer two of them, with each response having a 500 word limit. I'm cheering at such a small word limit, since every other assessment task I've done this semester has been around 6000 words, woo. But the questions aren't that easy to answer in just 500 words, I'm not that good that being concise...I need a couple of pages to ramble on.
"The World Wide Web is a more democratic media form than television. Discuss the validity of this claim", is one of the questions I have to answer...I could write a whole thesis on this question! hee.
Damn, I swear I'm probably going to be having nightmares about this site tonight since I've been looking at it for about six hours straight.
We've got one more group presentation left on Thursday and it's about the effectiveness of that site as a destination website. Fun, fun, fun. Not...We were given the assignment all the way back at the begining of the semester, but seeing as though June, Jas and I are just about as lazy and as un-motivated as each, other we've left it until the last minute, heh.
Wow, this actually makes my degree sound special...if only the poor, unsuspecting high school students wanting to do my course knew that being a 'Hospo' isn't as swanky as they are led to believe by university bullshit...as far as I'm concerned my degree is just marketing and tourism, the hospitality part can just disappear thank you.
Don't have enough time to scan all of my pictures from the ball since I have a final tomorrow and I really should start studying...but I just scanned a few.
 The ball was held at Watersedge Restaurant, right underneath the Sydney Harbour Bridge, so when we took the picture we did it so that we could have the illuminated Harbour Bridge as the background...pity the flash of my camera isn't strong enough damn it! It was kinda funny trying to get group shots because we each had a camera, so the poor person we roped into taking the picture had to take it about ten times- by the end of it they ran away as fast as possible incase we decided to take more pictures in a different pose, heh.
Back: (left to right) Yulius' girlfriend (forgot her name), Kat, Me, YL, Evita, June, Jen, Pip
Front: (left to right) Yulius, Lindal, Tom, Michael (who we bought in the Slave Auction), Will and Michael (June's boyfriend).
 It was supposed to be 10 people per table, but since our group consisted of 22 we had to split up and squeeze 11 people per table. We couldn't get everyone together for one big group shot, so this is like one third of our table- Kristie, Jamie, Mark and Marion. Mark is the President of our course's society, with Jamie his Vice Pres and also the Social Director, they were the guys behind the whole ball- and they did a totally kick ass job. Mark also won a $10 000 scholarship for next year from the Federal Minister of Sport and Tourism, the lucky bastard.
 Jas, Evita and June- three of my closest uni friends...I don't know how I'd survive uni without them :)
 Out of all my pictures from the ball, this one has to be my favourite.
Blah, Daylight Savings Time starts here tomorrow. I guess I better move my clocks forward now so I don't forget and turn up an hour late for work tomorrow morning...I don't want to even think what it will be like working on the next couple of weekends as Christmas gets closer. It will be crazy busy like always, with customers being even more annoying and rude because they're tired from Christmas shopping...plus downstairs in the main store we have to listen to Mariah's Christmas CD to put us in a festive mood, but spending 5 hours listening to Mariah wail over and over again will definitely bump up my irritability.
I can't believe stores have already started to be decorated with Christmas trimmings, I love Christmas and everything, but there's only so much tinsel you can stand...I wonder if Santa will bring me those damn Astroboy boxer shorts ;)
Wow, I just found out that Laura, her mum and brother have moved back to Sydney after only spending a couple of months in England.
*picks jaw up from the ground*
I haven't actually seen or talked to her in person yet, but Leanne and Renee said that she went to ballet on Thursday night and that they've moved back since some things didn't work out for them...I'm not sure how to act around her though. I'm so excited that she's back because I really missed having her around, but I know how much she was looking forward to living in England, and now that it fell through it might seem a bit odd me acting all happy. I guess I'll just have to see how she's handling it...Nevertheless, I know she'll be happy that she and Jeff won't have to go through the angst of being in a long distance relationship- something that she was worried about having to deal with.
No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, although I am contemplating hurling myself down a flight of stairs or something to get me out of having to sit my finals, shiznit.
Our ball on Thursday night was excellent- not only did we all have a great night, but we also managed to raise $2, 500 for Canteen, a charity for children with cancer. The slave auction was definitely the highlight of the night, with our lecturers grossing us all out by bidding on the students...I swear there has to be some law against 50-something year old lecturers wanting to buy a date with a student for $200...I shall never look at the head lecturer of my course the same way again, ewww.
We did end up having to pool our money together to save Michael, we bought him for $240. I think he was relieved that we were the ones who bought him, but a little surprised that other people were willing to actually spend a couple of hundred bucks on him. He got so embarrassed when the 4th years started chanting 'TYC, TYC'...which we later found out was their nickname for him- 'Third Year Crumpet'. Bwah!
Pip's dress was definitely the most eye-catching of the night, she did a J-Lo and wore a dark green dress made of Thai silk that had a v-shaped split that went down to her navel- she had to stick the dress to her boobs with double sided tape so she wouldn't pop out. *snerk* Man, that would have killed when she took it off...kinda like slowly ripping a band aid off, only much, much worse...heh.
I have to wait until Monday to put my pictures in to get developed because I want to take them to a store in the city- it's the only place that manages to have high quality developing for Advantix film. June's boyfriend brought his digital camera along with him, he said that he'd email us the pictures, but I don't really see that happening this weekend since he's got his thesis due sometime this week...I now really want a digital camera for my 21st birthday after playing around with his one at the ball, they are just too much fun...Ok, so my birthday isn't until March, however it will give me about 4 months to try and persuade my parents ;)
The comments option should be working again now...I think
Dad: Why are you watching porn?
Me: What the? I'm not watching porn, what are you going on about?
Dad: You're watching people having an orgy with horrible music in the background, looks like a porn movie to me
Me: It's actually a Britney Spears music video dad Ok, so Britney's video clip for "I'm a Slave 4 U" is a little kinky, but I nearly peed my pants when my dad made that comment. He was totally serious too because he walked into my room when the camera focuses on that big group of them dancing/standing or whatever they're doing on top of each other and panting, hee. I actually like the video- well, the dancing in it rocks, who ever choreographed it did an awesome job.
I am such a closet Britney fan, woohoo! Not really for the her voice or song lyrics, but it's mostly for the entertainment value of the video clips and the music itself. I wonder what it would be like to be one of her dancers...now that would be an experience and a half.
I still need to buy some shoes to go with my dress for the ball, but I don't think finding decent shoes to wear with a pink dress will be easy. Blah. I should have bought a black dress...oh well...
Rambling cause I have nothing better to write...
I think we went well in our presentation today, I didn't like the fact that I was the one picked on when the markers asked us questions. Nevertheless, I could answer the questions confidently and I was surprised that what I was saying actually sounded intelligent, hee.
The assignment was profiling the readers within the women's lifestyle magazine market, using data from a survey that was completed by over 200 respondents. So after our analysis we derived five different profile groups, and so for our poster we decided not only to include boring descriptions and statistics about each profile group, but set it out like the five girls were nominees for a 'Best Actress' award, with a section of the poster dedicated to that one 'nominee', with a head shot, quick stats, a description and a collage of 'action' shots.
So instead of just having pictures taken from magazines for the collage, the three of us divided the five groups between ourselves and decided that we would each dress up and take pictures of us pretending to be that person. The five groups we had were the Social Butterfly, Me, Myself and I, the Super Chick, Plain Jane and the Quiet Achiever. I ended up having to be the Super Chick, who was supposed to be the fun, 'all round' girl who works hard and is responsible, but also someone who enjoys hanging out with friends and keeping herself active. So we took pictures of me boxing down at the uni gym, doing cartwheels and being a total idiot prancing around in the middle of the quad lawn, hanging out with friends down at the uni bar, studying in the library, walking a little kid across the street, listening to music and a stack of other Super Chick-ish pictures to fill up room.
We actually took a bunch of pictures for all the five different groups- about 48 shots in total. It was fun working on it, but such a bitch having to cut out each of the pictures and then arrange them into different collages with quote and thought bubbles also coming out from some pictures. Like for one picture we had in the Social Butterfly section was Rebecca standing with about 15 shopping bags looking into another store window saying 'And who says shopping isn't a sport?' I should have scanned each of the collages before we stuck them onto the poster- it would have been cool to have copy of them.
When we had the posters up on display today everyone who saw ours just cracked up and they took ages to look at all the pictures- at least we managed to get people's interest and attention. A couple of other groups had creative ideas for their posters too- one group did theirs like a story book using cartoon characters which was so cute, another group used different types of alcohol to represent their groups and another one did this FBI most wanted list. Enza, YL and Michael's group by far had the most original idea though- they made a cardboard figure and for each of their groups they dressed her according to the typical outfits that kind of chick would wear with statistics and descriptions written on the articles of clothing. I couldn't stop laughing at it everytime I looked at it because they drew her face with 80's style make up, heh. Most of the other groups didn't do anything very exciting and just had chunks of text and graphs. If our appendix that had our analysis was crappy, we should at least get some marks for creativity.
We had some spare film left over on Friday once we finished taking pictures for our assignment, so we decided to waste it on ourselves...we took this picture inside the ladies bathroom down in the uni bar. Some people gave us weird looks because we had a camera in there with us, heh.
Everytime I have assignments due or exams I always get sick. I've got my major marketing presentation tomorrow and I can feel myself coming down with the flu or something because my throat feels like someone is hacking away at it. I don't know how I'll be able to speak properly because it's too painful to talk...grrr...well, at least it's a group assignment, so I can let the other two talk more and I'll just throw my two cents in when I get the chance.
Blah, I have to go into uni in the morning.
Me, going to uni on a Friday- it just doesn't sound normal, heh. One of the very few perks of my degree is that we always get Friday's off...ahh, the life of being a Commerce student :) But we have our major marketing assignment due on Monday we need to meet to put it all together. The assignment is based on reseach that one of the major publishing companies in Australia approached our University to do, relating to all aspects of the women's magazine lifestyle market.
The weird thing is that we don't have to submit the usual 8 000-ish word report, we have to hand in a poster (8 A4 pages in size) showing our main research findings and an appendix which shows our data analysis results in more detail and which justifies the information placed on the poster. We also have to present our poster to the lecturers and the heads of various departments of the company who are coming in especially for it. It sounded intimidating at first, having to defend your work under a barrage of questions from all these important people- but after all the presentations and workshops we've run this year, I'm so used to talking to large groups of people, I don't really worried about it anymore- if anything, this year has definitely boosted my public speaking and presentation skills.
I'm actually looking forward to making this poster, because it's actually challenging our innovation and creativity as opposed to the bland written assignments we've become accustomed to. I'm really curious as to how they all turn out, but I think our idea should be extremely original...albeit embarassing, hee...but yeah, I won't get into the specifics here ;)
I bought myself a dress to wear to next Thursday’s ball. It’s nothing fancy- I didn’t want layers or tulle and chiffon, nor did I want to spend too much money on a dress I probably would never wear again. It falls below my knees and has a satin pink layer underneath and the top layer is made from this kind of lacy, but not quite lace, fabric that is pale pink, coral and white, and has shiny gold threads through it.
Err, it sounds absolutely hideous and disgusting when I describe it to people, but it is a really pretty dress if you were to see it in real life. Better yet, the dress actually looks decent on me and I even feel slightly glamorous and elegant in it…which is a mighty big task to accomplish considering just how much I dislike wearing dresses and all things pink and lacy.
However, in all the stores we went into, all the sales ladies were just so pushy. I know they’re just trying to be friendly and do their jobs, but seriously- I did not need one of them to swing aside the curtain to the dressing room when I was just standing there in my underwear, nor did I need another lady commenting on how the dress would look sexier if I went commando- I was like “Um, NO. I think I’m going to keep my undies on when I’m out in public.”
I am actually looking forward to the ball, there’s going to be a ‘People Auction’ at it, where guys and girls have volunteered to be auctioned off to the highest bidder, with whom they will get a free date with. All the proceeds from the auction will go to the Cancer Council, they chose that charity because one of the 4th years has just gotten diagnosed with cancer.
My friend Michael got nominated by the 4th year girls to be auctioned off, hee. Michael is such a sweetie, ordinarily he wouldn’t do something like that, but because it was for charity he decided to do it. There’s actually a girl in 4th year who is rumoured to really, really want to win him and Michael doesn’t want her to win, so he pleaded to us the other day “Guys, if I get in trouble, can you all pool your money together and bail me out? Then I can go out to dinner with everyone!” Poor guy, he’s already getting all nervous.
Somebody for me....
*sigh*...
I've been talking about this a lot with different people...
and yet I don't know what I'm going to do...
Oh well...
I'm all messed up, that's nothing new...
But I just wish I could find that somebody...
and have a happy ending for once...
is that too much to ask?
Whether this chance is passed up or not, I know that the feeling one gets when this chance is still within reach is one of certainty. Yes, it is also accompanied with feelings of danger, of risk, and of possible pain but compensating for this is that inexplicable "sureness", that sense of profound happiness that has never been derived anywhere else but from that one person who just happened to pass by in your tidy little life.
It would be great to have the next one be the last one...
but I guess that's a little too deep for now...
and thinking too far ahead about...
picket fences and children...
houses and cars and in-laws...
It's just too early for that, hee!...
I guess I'll try to not think too far ahead...
and just enjoy the moment while I'm in it...
But I still have to find that somebody...
and it seems like all I keep finding
is the somebody who isn't the somebody...
Lately: "One of the most common criticisms of Australia is that our multiculturalism is at best superficial....."
(Read random act of ranting)
I fell asleep during Mass tonight. I didn't mean to do it, but the priest's voice was just so lulling. I was listening to his Homily one minute and the next I was being pinched on the arm by my mum who said I was snoring. Needless to say she was not impressed at all.
My comments feature isn't working at the moment, and since I am illiterate when it comes to all this cgi/php/whatever-letters-you-want-to-shove-together stuff, I don't know what to fix it...hmmm.
Ranting because I can...
Ok, so I just downloaded the Season Premiere of Dawson's Creek, and as much as I loved the Jen, Jack and Joey scenes, and the introduction of the new characters- Audrey and Charlie, I still have to say that I'm bitterly disappointed that the writers are shafting Pacey and the entire relationship he shared with Joey.
The whole Dawson and Joey foreshadowing is really pissing me off, we've been down the Joey and Dawson road twice before and it bombed. It got so fucking boring seeing them together, I don't want to sit through another chapter of the Dawson and Joey saga. At least when Pacey was with Joey there was some excitement and awesome chemistry between them- when I watch the Joey and Dawson scenes I can't help but cringe.
The writers really don't need to continuously shove the metaphors and analogies down our throats about the Dawson and Joey history, we get IT. Really, we do. I don't want to hear about the soulmate crapola all over again.
But do they honestly think that viewers will completely forget the wonderful relationship Pacey and Joey shared last season? Because we too can adopt the selective memory the writers seem to have, as Sharone's sig says "Well if they have a selective memory so can I... What's a soulmate?", hee.
Blah, screw you the WB and the Dawson's Creek writers, I hope the show crash and burns.
I know, I know, I'm getting too worked up over a television show, but it's Daaaaawsoooon's!!!
Uni assignment + writers block + period cramps + lack of sleep
= MAJORLY PISSED OFF RISS
Why couldn't I have been a boy damn it!?! I'd even get to pee standing up.
*takes more Neurofen*
Hmm...7000 more words to write for my assignment. ARGH.
*kicks computer*
I haven't used my webcam in a while...it was feeling unloved.
There are certain things that are forever linked to people and memories of mine. Various people go with various songs, books, writers, cities, music, statues, clothing, characters, films, nature, etc. No matter what, those things do not go away. Even if the people step out of my life for their own reasons, or if I step out of theirs. Sometimes I do not think that enough people realise this. I do not forget things or events or people. Everything is constantly being related to everything else. So when I hear a particular song, no matter what, I will think/remember of a particular person who got me liking that music, or whose relationship with me goes with the song. Forever. It just is.
But then again, even without, there are a number of people I miss no matter what...
*sighs*
I have class at 9am on Tuesday, but hmmm...it's now 12:30pm and I just got out of bed. Whoops... What a damn shame, looks like I'll just have to stay home today ;)
I still haven't found the Astroboy boxer shorts I've been looking for, but I did buy some cute pig pj's the other day, tee-hee.
Whoa, Fan Forum got itself a spiffy new layout. It's as if it's on crack.
People often wonder why I even post at the FF message boards in the first place. It's not because I want to lust over some celebrity or analyse and nit pick at television shows and movies (but that can be fun, heh). It's not because Fan Forum is one of, if not, the largest fan communities on the internet with some 37,000 members. And it isn't the fact that I've been given the privilege to moderate one of the seventy boards...although that too has it's perks ;)
I like posting at FF simply because of the awesome people I've met there, because at any given time of day I can get online and someone will always be there to talk to. That if I'm not feeling well they will try to cheer me up, or if they don't see me in a couple of days they'll actually notice and wonder if I'm ok.
They are friends that I can bitch and moan to about whatever issues I've got going on in my life, or just simply muck around and have fun with. Even though it's such a huge place, the posters there, especially the ones on the boards I frequent, really do make you feel like you're part of something special. And I love that.
You really can't describe the what makes FF so interesting to someone unless they've actually spent enough time there themselves...and once they've poked around a bit, and discovered just how much it rocks, they'll probably become FF posting whores too.
This is a great little article about Fan Forum, although it's focus is primarily on FF's connections with UPN's Roswell, it does have a little background of what FF is and who the people are behind it.
When the time we have now ends,
When the big hand goes round again,
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?
-For Me This is Heaven-
Jimmy Eat World kick ass, I've been listening to this song all afternoon and probably will keep listening to it until I go to sleep. I'm weird like that though, when I like a song or get into a certain mood, I always put it on repeat and play it to death.
I love being home alone. Going to the bathroom with the door open, walking around in your underwear and dancing around like a wannabe Britney to whatever song is playing on the radio is quite liberating and exciting, kinda like your own adventure, heh.
Man, I'm such a dork.
But having time to myself is always nice, especially since my parents are getting on my nerves a lot lately. I don't know what it is, but they've just been so....suffocating. I think they've found the wrong time to start the whole over protective parent thing- it's a little late to try and start butting into my life when I'm 20 and can essentially support myself.
*sighs*
But I guess I shouldn't be complaining, some people grow up without knowing the same kind of love and affection from their parents that I've gotten, and I know that my mum and dad mean well. I only wish that they understood that I don't need them to try and baby me anymore.
I'm not going to eat MacDonald's until next year. I haven't eaten it for three months already, but I'm trying to see if I have the willpower to last a few more. I'm not a huge fan of MacDonald's to begin with, and only eat it when I'm broke or having cravings for fat on a bun. My dad reckons that I won't last and he said he'd give me $50 if I make it, and since I'm not one to turn down a challenge all I have to say is- Bring. It. On. I think I'm going to extend this whole self imposed ban to include KFC, Burger King and other greasy fast food establishments.
I can't believe that I only have a month left of uni. A month of torture until I can ejoy three and a half glorious months of summer vacaction. This year has really gone by so fast, yet it feels like I've accomplished nothing. I don't feel any more mature or sensible. I don't feel like I've enriched my learning, nor do I feel any more prepared to enter the 'real world'.
Everyone is making plans for their summer vacation already, with a lot of my friends getting the travel bug and are going to jet around the world. I was invited to go with a couple fo uni friends on a trip around Asia- Hong Kong, Thailand, Vietnam, China and Singapore, but I'm not sure if I want to go anywhere. It would be an awesome holiday, but for the past 4 years I've been overseas during either December and January- this time round I think I just want to stay here and save my money. Besides, if I do decide to travel the place on the top of my list is Europe.
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