What would Schrodinger do?

I can steer clear of people who hate me because I am a woman.

I. Icon cuteness!
II. [link] Mononoke Fanart. Aaaaaaaah, the colours and details. ;w;.
III. [link] Bird-deers and blood trees. Oh, the nostalgia.

I. Mmmmmmm, swirly backgrounds and forest animals.
II. [link] And avians.
III. [link] And a little imflammability. Because I have a thing for fire.

I. I'm a sucker for angled shots and skies.
II. [link] And I happen to like deep shadows.
III. [link] And this was the starting point, when things happened and happen thinged.

I. Spiral Fanart~ *w* I like watercolours but I don't mix with paints of any kind. ;w;.
II. [link] I agree with the orange shorts.
III. [link] And we can't do without the complete set. :3.

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Pyro-[prefix]
Arson
Government
Revolution
Movie Theatre
Uniform
Radical

In Case of Red-Alert Emergencies
-Enter closest government-protected buildin... ]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25972733/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25972733/ Wed, 15 Jul 2009 20:39:11 PDT

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Precautionary Procedures

Warning: May contain mild spoiler material.

Handle with protective eyeware and gloves.

Materials should be disposed of afterwards according to teacher's directions.

Lab 06 - Harry James Potter and the Demi-hemo-nonreigning Male Member of a Royal Family

Hypothesis - To observe the method, quality, and satisfaction display of the Sixth Harry Potter movie and to provide personal comment on the subject.

Materials

Movie Ticket
Decent Seat
Decent Eyesight
Decent Hearing
Friends
Empty bladder (recommended)

Optional

Popcorn (plain, buttered, cheese, etc.)
Soft drink (Cola, Pepsi, Diet, Iced Tea, etc.)
Checkerboard cookies

Procedure

1. After entering movie theatre, use appropriate washroom.
2. Enter designated theatre and locate ideal position for maximum enjoyment and observation.
3. Leave marker or other people to guard area if leaving prior to movie. At this point, all business with the concession stand should be dealt with and purchases should be placed in provided slots.
4. Once the lights dim, observe the previews.
5. Observe movie. Commenting during movie is usually frowned upon by other guests thus it is advised not to do so.
6. Once the lights relight, exit theatre.
7. Use washroom if required.

Data and Observation
Harry Potter → a silly jerk, Felix!Harry is highly amusing.
Ronald Weasley → a silly idiot, LovePotion!Ron is extremely amusing. Screentime is still unsatisfactory.
Hermione Granger → a stuff idiot, seems a little too teenager and not enough bookworm.
Luna Lovegood → Adorable.
Ginevra Weasley → Various insertions, unprecedented. Overall, not bad but re-entrance into storyline is slightly awkward.
Draco Malfoy → Very silent.
Horace Slughorn → Unexpected. Gives feeling of a grandfather that may be going senile. Does not seem flamboyant or pushy enough.
Albus Dumbledore → Same as always. Sort of.
Severus Snape → *pose*
Bellatrix Lestrange → Rather brilliant villain.
Rufus Scrimgeour → MIA.

Conclusion
Certain details were rearranged and remade for compression in movie. As far as a movie goes, not bad at all with the cinematography and whatnot but the speed of the scenes do not allow for fleshing out character or emphasizing and developing points in plot. Various scenes are pulled out and replaced with scenes not documented in actual novel thus leaving several relationships in the dark. Movie may not completely satisfy a book purist.

Side Notes

Where the Wild Things Are looks fabulous and adorable.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25954431/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25954431/ Wed, 15 Jul 2009 00:11:12 PDT

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8 Truths

So commandeth Piketh.

[1] My favourite number is 4 but I'm partial to threeve.

[2] I'm a tea-holic.

[3] I suck ass at video games.

[4] I'm a master procrastinatorian.

[5] I have a great dislike for black sesame paste gruel, whatever it's called, even if it'll make my hair shiny and black and kill off my phoenix downs.

[6] I'm left-dominant ambidextrous and a walking clutz.

[7] I'm a hardcore nationalist with divided loyalties.

[8] Every time I bake something completely new and different, I do it secretly first.

I'll leave the tag-wound gun here for anyone who wants to shoot themselves in the head.

Post Script

Harry Potter movie tomorrow [most likely]. I can't wait to see Harry's face smashed in. :/. He needs to cool down.

I also made checkerboard cookies. They aren't too shabby but I put in too much sugar. :/.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25826397/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25826397/ Wed, 08 Jul 2009 20:38:13 PDT

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It was a summer day where the skies were overcast and the post-rain air was damp and cold to breathe in. A girl in her late teens and her father stepped out of their van, parked in the shady undercover area of the lot adjointed to the large supermarket.

Tall and robust, the father walked in front, able to cover more distance with each confident stride than his offspring who quickened her pace to catch up. The lot thrummed with activity as more vehicles rolled in from the street. Without slowing down a beat, the father reached back and offered a large, calloused hand to his daughter.

She took it without hesitation in hers; slender, soft, and distinctly scented with the lingering fragrance of baking.

They crossed the lot together, avoiding parking space-seeking cars, side by side.

On the sidewalk, hands still linked, the girl shifted her shoulder bag and matched her pacing with her father's; a gentle smile on her face. The girl struck up light conversation. The older man smiled, laughter bubbling in his throat.

An old woman walking towards them burdened under the weight of two hefty plastic bags looked up at the sight of them.

And stared.

What was it that you saw, madam?

Did you see a weary father, hardened and sunbrowned by years of labourious activities, tug his scruffy, wayward daughter, who resembled him entirely, along with his sagely patience?

Did you see a girl who grew up and will continue to grow up to be her father's daughter for as long as she lives, trusting her father to guide her along a safe path?

Would it matter if the clock was turned back a decade when the girl was small and the father was younger? Would time change the fact that they were family?

Madam, what did you see?

If you saw a father and his daughter sharing unspoken affection and trust in the form of two hands intertwined, then why.

Why do you stare so?

As though it's something worth scrutiny.

As though it's something you've never seen before.

Author's Notes

Didn't your parents tell you it was rude to stare, madam? :/.

In other news, there was a Doraemon face cake at the T&T. It looked like someone turned Doraemon into ice cream, chopped off his face, and put it on a styrofoam disc. Frightening.

In other other news, we all know that China pumps out a lot of fake things. Recently, a group of people attempted to kidnap a boy and force-fed him knock-out drugs which turned out to be fake. They fed him four bottles until the boy decided to fake unconsciousness and ran away while the kidnappers were setting up his family for ransom money. It's difficult to know what to think of that.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25805046/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25805046/ Tue, 07 Jul 2009 20:21:00 PDT

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This is not a test.

1. Your Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Film:
5. Favorite Song or Album:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of dA?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favorite memory of us?
14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarkey) - what are they?
17. Can we get together and make a cake?
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favorite subject at school?
22. Describe your accent:
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Trousers or skirts?
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!)
28. Where are the bodies hidden?
29. What's cooler, ghosts or zombies?
30. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?

Now you're finished with not a test.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25598237/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25598237/ Sun, 28 Jun 2009 01:32:16 PDT

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Attention

Do you happen to use strange, often nonsensical sounds or "words" when conversing with people or generally in speech? Share a little if you will, surely there's one sound or two in you that's worth the weirdness.

Requirements

Must be a sound/word you use periodically/continually/etc.
Should be unique in the sense that you didn't pick it up because it was a trend going around [or something] but moreso due to almost no reason or your subconscience being weird
Should be something you use almost reflexively
Should not be something colloquial unless it's just that special
Should be something that would be understood by a random stranger in normal conditions but is generally understood without or with little explanation and meaning is somewhat clear due to prolonged usage towards close relations such as family and friends
If it actually does have a meaning in another language, should be in a language that is not commonly used or readily understood by the people you speak with on a regular basis
Can be a unique sound/word that you share with another individual or more or alternately someone else who doesn't know what it means ends up using it back at you in an appropriate manner without understanding it

If it doesn't fit those requirements but you want to share it anyways, put it in a list separate and underneath the primary list

What To Do

Make a list of the sounds/words/etc. and indicate after/beside them what they may mean if they have any meaning at all or where you would use it in a sentence/situation.

Challenger's List

_{**All entries below are phonetic**}

Nnm: "Yes", "Okay", sound of displeased agreement
Ossu/Osh: General greeting when entering a room with people to indicate arrival
Ou: "Yes", "I understand" Disgruntled and physically distant from other person
Aunn: "Yes", "I understand" Sometimes disgruntled and physically close to the other person
Oiyo/Aiyo: "Hey", exclamation of surprise due to collision, exclamation when lifting heavy things
Hwei: Exclamation of surprise due to tripping

Other List
Ow: "Oops" Used when the accident doesn't even hurt [e.g. sticking pinky finger into cold ketchup while reaching for fries]

Closing Remarks

I just wanted to see if anyone is as weird as me. Otherwise, this was a pretty pointless journal.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25397800/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25397800/ Thu, 18 Jun 2009 15:16:06 PDT

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Game Label

Rated T for Teen
Content includes coarse language, psychological distress, and unwanted memories.

Story So Far

You play as , a well-respected high school student at XXXXX Secondary during the dreaded exam period. Your job is to get through the exam with the best mark possible or at least good enough that your average won’t be brought down. You’ve just had your English exam the previous day and you didn’t do so hot. After cramming a year’s worth of Physics into your brain, you head for your morning exam. Good Luck.

Chapter 2 - The Physics Exam

【June 18, 2009. 09:47. Small Gym.】

「This isn’t so bad. Lots of the questions are the same kind as on the practice exams we’ve been using for review…have until noon to do this too…I think I can do this! 」

「Question 18…There’s 35 multiple choice questions…that’s about halfway through! Not bad at all…not bad at all…hmm, this one’s pretty difficult…ΔΦ... Relax, it can be done. Take a stretch, loosen the neck joint. Wait…something doesn’t seem right.」

【Examine】 → Timer on the scoreboard

「…what?! There’s only 46 minutes left?!?! Shit! Oh god, have I been dawdling for that long?! And the open-ended questions will take at least 40 minutes! Oh god, oh god. Relaxrelaxrelaxrelaxrelax-ugggggggh. 」

「S-skip all the calculation questions, concept questions, yes! All right…dammit, no time to calculate the current value…er…direction is upwards so process of elimination so A or C. A! Skip, skip. Urrrrrm, D. 」

「Can I really do this? I can’t, can I? No, have to remain calm. I can do this. I just have to calm down…so I don’t waste anytime fixing my mistakes. 」

「Hands…trembling….cold, clammy………*gulp*…..got to relax….can’t….bubble in answer….neatly…」

「All right, multiple choice done! Written portion, written portion, written portion-THANK GOD, a dynamics question, thankyouthankyouthankyou-」

「Better not rush this, my penmanship is getting worse. It won’t do to hand in illegible writing.」

「There’s 20 minutes left. Can I make it?! Oh, how can I possibly make it! Five questions left, oh god…」

「W-what is this? I……..I can’t solve this……uh…….but…….I……….ugh! Skip. 」

「Theory, huh? Um……let’s see……..mass……..friction force……….ack! I’m out of pencil lead. 」

【Inventory】 → Spare mechanical pencil

「Don’tlookattheclockdon’tlookattheclockdon’tlook, I looked. 」

「Eight minutes left.」

「Fill in random bubbles for the multiple choice questions I didn’t answer. Umm, A, B, D, A? Ugh, still have two more open-ended questions. 」

「…What. The. Hell. Is this. Oh, great. The one weird question that was on the practice exam that I didn’t go over. Slope? Function of υ? What?! Linear equation? How the hell am I supposed to find that out with a numberless graph and a bunch of sentences?! Argh! SKIP. 」

「One minute and 23 seconds left on the clock. 」

「I’m not going to make it, I’m not going to make it, oh god, I’m not going to make it. 」

「…that’s weird. It’s been more than a minute. Why hasn’t an invigilator told me to stop writing yet? Come to think of it…why are there still so many people in the room? 」

【Examine】 → Clock on the scoreboard

「…the time……..it restarted? Huh? 」

【Examine】 → Pants

-Zoom-

【Examine】 → Watch on pants

「…it’s half past 10…」

Credits

…*cry* OTL.

I hate timers. I hate being an idiot. Worst panic attack ever.

*crawls away to study for Math exam*

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25277095/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25277095/ Fri, 12 Jun 2009 16:43:58 PDT

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Congratulations! You have reached the end of the game. Provided is a list of your in-game achievements and your game ranking.

Achievements*

Unlocked Friend: Jerry
Unlocked Friend: ~yammerz
Unlocked Friend: ~EmoPotato
Unlocked Friend: ~DontBeAHero
Unlocked Friend: Lish
Unlocked Friend: Jon
Unlocked Friend: ~Po-ke
Unlocked Friend: Lucy-Lu
Unlocked Friend: ~bittersweetjinx
Unlocked Friend: ~PuppyWithSharpTeeth
Unlocked Friend: ~Iyalia
Unlocked Friend: ~WDHelm
Unlocked Friend: ~Free-Hugs-From-Raito
Unlocked Friend: ~Snake-Charmer-Ami
Unlocked Friend: ~Tinka-Doll
Unlocked Friend: =Piketh
Unlocked Friend: ~Chunsalee
Unlocked Friend: Others - Special Class
Special Event Triggered - Making Friends 1 - Many
Special Event Triggered - Mafia in the Hallway
Special Event Triggered - Home Economics 8
Special Event Triggered - Art class
*Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25170265/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/25170265/ Sat, 06 Jun 2009 22:39:54 PDT

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I feel like a miserable sack of crap.




And I'm up to 11k hits already. Who'd've figured.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/24970067/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/24970067/ Tue, 26 May 2009 21:23:00 PDT

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"Message in the office for-"

The secretary began to list names over the PA¹ in a cool, professional voice. I looked up in surprise and out of reflex. My name had been called.

Jimmy² and Alicia were squabbling goodnaturedly over driving and graduation gowns pickups as I shut my mathematics textbook, wedging partially open by a thick wad of notepaper and homework on our current unit. It dropped to the bottom of my bulging bag with a heavy thud. I zipped it up and lugged it onto my back, staggering only a little from its immense weight. My posture's gone to the dogs, that's for sure.

"-but I want to get driven around in your car," Jimmy said in mock complaint.

"Aw, I want to get driven around too," I interjected. "If only I wasn't afraid of driving, not your driving personally, Alicia. Then again, maybe just a little bit."

We exchanged brief farewells as I made my way towards the main stairwell, thoughts streaming through my head.

I wonder what it could be. I've never had to go to the office before for anything, not even a message. Perhaps I've lost something? No, cellphone's still in my right pocket. And my change purse-huh?-wha?-oh, must've tucked it into my right pocket by mistake earlier. Nope. Anything else I owned that was of value were two calculators: the standard hi-tech graphing calculator and a simpler, easy-to-use, test-friendly version. But it couldn't have been either since a) I was using it just ten minutes ago and b) it was my brother's name on the labels³.

I had reached the main hallway now after half-skidding down the ramp leading in from the B wing due to the cheap and ever-failing traction on my old sneakers. My thoughts turned to more serious conclusions, plunging my nerves into ice water. I quickened my pace immediately, fearing the worst, whatever that may be.

Please don't let it be anything serious, please, oh, please don't-

Hopping down the last two steps I scrambled for the glass door to the office, pausing just once in apprehension. My hand had grasped the handle when a familiar voice from behind called out my name. I turned around.

It was our corpulent vice-principal, hair streaked with the gray of age, bespectacled, and in formal dress as per norm. I released the door handle with little reluctance and smile jovially as the person he was talking to departed.

"Hey, Mr. J."

He smiled back and gestured for the glass double doors to the right of the office that led to a small, modest courtyard with questionable tastes in boulder arrangement and a tight walkway that hugged the building, leading to the east side of the school. Beyond that was a bright blue construction fence(or once, bright blue, now it's rather speckled with orange rust and whatnot) and beyond that the slowly developing front lawn and peculiarly shaped roundabout.

Bewildered but polite I followed him, thanking him for opening the door for me. The chilled air filled my lungs and smelled vaguely damp from the heavy downpour that very morning. He walked out a few steps farther and I trailed after him, lost and very much in the dark about the situation.

He lifted a creased hand and points into the construction grounds to the right.

"What do you see?" he asked, still pointing eagerly.

I turned my head and squint in the direction of his finger. Curse me for wearing the wrong pair, I thought, trying to unblur my vision. I don't quite understand what he's pointing at, perhaps it was too far in the distance for me to see. I blinked and looked again. Then I saw it.

Two slim, beige poles stood in all its vertical glory amidst the mud and roll-on grass⁴.

"...poles?" I said, doubtful but only beginning to grasp its presence now that I've laid my eyes on them.

Poles.

Poles.

...flagpoles.

FLAGPOLES.

"That's right, flagpoles," he said proudly. "I thought I should let you know right away."

"Wow! Flagpoles, that's really-I-that's great!" I exclaimed. The swell of nationalist pride in my heart caused me to fumble my words more than usual. I looked at him with shining eyes and he smiled back, lifting a fist.

We knocked knuckles⁵ before I blurted out:

"Was that my office message?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks! For telling me, that is." He chuckled and waved me off as I ran towards the walkway. I skidded to a sudden halt, almost face-planting into the pavement. Turning around I gaze... ]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/24897911/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/24897911/ Fri, 22 May 2009 21:02:52 PDT

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Preface

To generous benefactor, who I believe wishes to remain anonymous, many thanks once again. To dear viewers, stalkers, friends, and others alike, beware the potential flood of subscription abuse which may entail to the following:

Nonsensical polls
Nonsensical journal entries
Nonsensical polls
Other
[Insert Something Else Here To Your Liking That is Moderately Legal]

Recent Events

Homework load has raised on the charts as of the past two weeks. Experts predict a steady rate of increase until mid-June. Labourers are slowly becoming impacted by change.

Procrastination has reached a new high in recent weeks but is expected to level out soon. The public is clamouring for upheaval in the government if things do not change soon. Authorities have received official orders to diagnose the situation. So far no results have been made out to the media or the public.

On a lighter note, citizens are celebrating the intake of Vitamin D₃ via the epidermis after the long sunlight deprivation of the previous month. Today marks the greatest intake of comfortable UV ray levels. There is talk of setting a holiday to commemorate this event.

From the brief interview with the mainframe-brain corporation, the Work-In-Progress project is currently placed in hiatus mode until the homework load and procrastination levels decreases. Revenues may not hold up until then. There is danger of discontinuing. More on this at a later date.

Statistics

Tea Chart Count: 184
Chinese Literacy Level*: 2%
English Literacy Level*: 80%
French Literacy Level*: 60%
Physics Competency Level*: 70%
Principles of Mathematics Competency Level*: 85%
Probability of Talking to Random Middle-Aged People*: 1:15
Probability of Productive Recreational Output*: 1:8000
Probability of Improvement in Various Areas: 1:9000000000000001
Probability of Insanity: 1:1

_{*averages may subject to change}

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/24102683/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/24102683/ Mon, 06 Apr 2009 21:26:15 PDT
[06: XX] Booting Up.
[07: XX] System Check-Up: All Green. Commence daily functions.
[08: XX] No anomalies. Continue as usual.
[08: XX] Irregular behaviour detected. Performing full system check-up. Stand-by.
[09: XX] Primary Level Check-Up complete. Logic and Rational Unit: All Green. No anomalies. Proceeding with Secondary Level Check-Up.
[10: XX] WARNING: Abort testing. Secondary Level Check-Up postponed. Logic and Rational Unit/Applied Knowledge Processor: Malfunctioning. Abort testing. Stand-by mode for accessing damage.
[11: XX] Redirect energy flow to main server. Arbitrary servers on sleep-mode until further notice. Reduce data transfer. Max: 100/s. Repairing. Stand-by.
[11: XX] Caution: Abnormal fluctuation in extremity circulation. Low temperatures reported. Potential damage. Temporary booting up of arbitrary server recommended.
[11: XX] Low energy level. Recommend refuelling.
[12: XX] Start Preliminary Check-Up. Vocal Box: All Green. Basic Memory Storage Relay: All Green. Continue with Check-Up.
[12: XX] Reading Comprehension Unit: All Green. Continue with Check-Up.
[13: XX] Booting up Arbitrary servers on stand-by mode. No anomalies. Continue with Check-Up.
[14: XX] Auxiliary Language Options: On. Server Status: Functioning. No anomalies. Continue with Check-Up.
[14: XX] Visual Sensory Test: No anomalies. Continue with Check-Up.
[15: XX] Check-Up Complete. Final Check-Up At Headquarters recommended. Stand-by at pick-up point.

Maintenance Notes:
Estimated Rate of Decay in Processes: 60% per day.
Estimated Recovery Rate: 55% per day.
Recommend: New mainframe. Defrag.

Maintenance Reply:
Recommendations are taken into consideration. Will send out orders tomorrow in three days someday.

To Clients:
We are gracious and send our thanks to all the benevolent donators and sympathizers during this breakdown. Your help is appreciated and has aided in speeding up the recovery process. The Anka-droid 4.000002 will be running and fully functional by 0800 of 07/04/2009. Thank you for your patience and we are sorry for the inconvenience.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/24064103/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/24064103/ Sat, 04 Apr 2009 19:41:40 PDT The fifth digit is soon to be breached.

The world reaches a cusp and holds its breath.

Expanding horizons into unknown territory; where wonders may lay in wait.

Or diminishing humankind; a global cataclysm.

Two sides take up action against time, against each other.

Return to the past and evacuate Earth.

Protect the time stream and assure the moment is realized.

Which side is right? Which side will succeed?

Only time will tell.

10 000

Coming soon to a dA user near you.

An Ankaris Production. Rated PG14 for maid uniforms.


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Lol, so yeah. My kiriban is almost here. [Quintuple digits, whoa.] Although no one has actually admitted that they got any of my past kiribans thus far. [Except a couple of close calls.] If you do get it, please tell me! I'll dedicate the kiriban to you and if you bother me enough I'll probably draw something for you. Probably.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/23857728/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/23857728/ Mon, 23 Mar 2009 21:17:15 PDT
Today was a pleasantly surprising day! I woke up rather drowsy but it's a Monday so Dad made breakfast. I love HK-styled milk tea ♥.

Going to school filled with dread, I was really surprised! By some mysterious fluke of nature I got a great mark on my Logarithm unit test! I was actually surprised because I didn't remember anything I wrote on it. Hahaha. I must work hard in the future to maintain my improved percentage. Best of luck for the future! ^-^!

Was shown a cute video in Physics. A re-interpretation of Little Red Riding Hood! Because everyone needs to know the nutritional values of Grandma. (´･ω･｀

=Pikethさん did some photoshooting during lunchtime. Showed me some delicious looking cheesecake and raspberry in a cone ♥. Like ice cream! She was being mean to me with ~Goldfish-In-Spaceさん though. I don't like the smell of raw peppers. u_u;;.

Had English with ~DontBeAHeroさん afterwards. Hさん was away today so I got the corner all to myself ♥. Was able to avoid being called upon to answer questions regarding Othello. I wasn't actually paying attention! Lucky~♪

Japanese Band Concert! It was really nice! Very skillful! As usual! Had to sit in the front row by the percussion so it was really loud! @_@;. Still, it was very moving. I always find live orchestras really moving. There's this sense of unity that I just don't feel normally. (*＾-＾*). *Strange sense of wishful Nationalist thinking?* Highlight of the whole concert must've been during one of the dance sequences. A boy in the percussion (all the percussionists changed their white button shirts to Hawaiian shirts earlier) was playing a hand-cranked siren! He was so into it, he had it raised into the air and was winding it fervently! Like he was having a one-man party! It was really cute ♥. Everyone was really cute ♥. Good job, everyone! Ｏ(≧∇≦

校長~, how embarrassing. Giving the Band Teacher a mug from Starbucks? I stand by what ~yammerzさん said: "At least, he could've given him a mug from Timmy's." It would've been more Canadian, yes. `A'. Band Teacherさん retaliated with a framed picture of their school's research ship. I-is he boasting? It's not our fault we're poor! He also gave 校長 a shiny something. I couldn't really see though. ~Po-keさん wanted all of us to do CaramellDansen for the dance sequence where the Japanese students encourage us in the audience to join them. They didn't do it this year. Thank goodness.

Had French class last. Was really REALLY surprised when P先生 gave us all an extention to our project! I was not a little disappointed because I already used lots of effort to make myself ready for the presentation. `A'! But it's extended to Friday because of the lazy people which is okay too.

I'm really craving 雪見だいふく now. The ones yesterday were so delicious ♥! It was pretty expensive though...but it was by Lotte so that makes it all better and I didn't have to pay. I think I'll go get a drink now.

Hope tomorrow will be a nice day too ♥.

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[Sorry if this was sickeningly.......sickening. I've fallen into the habit of writing each journal in some sort of 'set' format. Although I have no idea what kind of format this is, happy-school-girl-diary format? There's not nearly enough hearts for that. Also pardon the insertion of Japon... ]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/23718206/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/23718206/ Sun, 15 Mar 2009 18:45:49 PDT
And perhaps you haven't at all.

However if you do want to know, this journal is for you. [If you're looking for the biting complaints about the place and can't stand politician drivel about its good points preceding them, skim down to the section labelled 'Misc.']

Location



The location is definitely one of its strong points or it should've if it didn't have to factor in its other problems. The very restaurant is situated in a busy neighbour in the vicinity of Chinatown and, as an added bonus, it's close to a public parking lot and lays in a transit intricate area. It's convenient and there's not a lot of competition on the whole.

Appearance and Atmosphere



Herein lies the first problem.

You can't tell that there's a restaurant there at all from the outside.

To get to the restaurant, one must climb a set of stairs that ascends into the building's general structure. The entranceway itself is less than two metres in width dominated by the glass door itself which, under the shade of the floor above it, is tinted making it hard to see inside from the sidewalk. There are no wall signs or sidewalk signs that indicate that anything exists in there. No implications at all, nada. In fact, if you look at the building as a whole [from Pender Street I do believe anyways], one would and could automatically assume the top floor was really the 'financial headquarters' of the establishment below it: The basement-styled Dollar Giant [Which should be properly renamed as the Dollar and a Quarter Giant now]. The canopy over the restaurant's windows is actually the Dollar [and a Quarter] Giant's canopy; bright yellow with green lettering. Hence, it's very unlikely for the store to get any customers out of the streams of people walking by.

Moving on, the interior is actually quite nice. The dining floor is elevated in the back area and incorporates modern and traditional table settings [i.e. white tableclothed round tables and chairs surrounded by compact seating booths lining the window areas]. Simple decorations such as potted plants and warm lighting over booths are not overdone or guady and there's enough space to move around should you need to leave during a busy hour. The owner chose some neutral constrasting colours that while being plain are easy on the eyes. Overall, it's nice but nothing special. The atmosphere is quiet and intimate which unfortunately does not last for long [at least during my stay].

Cuisine



The food's not bad.

It's passable in taste and appearance but there's nothing that sticks out from the platters we ordered. Now one thing to keep in mind is that the menu consists of two parts: Western food and Eastern food. Obviously they are trying to expand their range of customers by givi... ]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/23680254/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/23680254/ Fri, 13 Mar 2009 16:41:33 PDT 1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. I'll tell you my favourite thing about you.
9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.
10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.

BLESSED TIME OFF.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/23498610/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/23498610/ Mon, 02 Mar 2009 21:18:48 PST General Meeting Agenda

Opening Statements
Commemoration Notice
General Affairs
Formal Complaint
Pending Lists - Pictorial
Closing Statements
Statistics


Opening Statements

Greetings to the components of Ankaris' mentality and the foreign delegates who join us today. The following may or may not pertain to you and/or your well-being therefore any persons with lingering eyes but lack interest may quietly exit the room. Any persons with anger issues may angrily exit the room, etc, etc. The General Meeting is now in session.

Commemoration Notice

Today, March 2nd, 2009, marks the reception of Ankaris' very first A letter grade in Physics [Kinematics Unit]. There will be no need to celebrate this day again the following year. Ankaris was thrilled and pleased with her mark. She now knows she's not in danger of failing the class. Ankaris Minutely quotes:

"YES! HA! TAKE THAT!"

General Affairs

In recent weeks, second semester of school has commenced. Many things happened. 20th Century Literature have peculiar opening sentences.

Current Reading List [Hardcopy]:
Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein - Independent [On-hold]
The Droughtlanders by Carrie Mac - Stellar Book Awards Club
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller - English Independent Novel [Current]
Flatland + Flatterland - Math Book Review [Current]

Formal Complaint

As you may know, or may not know, the Bio-Dominion of Ankaris is ruled by the following components: Body and Daily Functions, Thought and Logic Processor, Memory Storage Bank, Procrastinatorian Unaffairs and Imagination and Idea Generator. As you may know, or may not know, the current party in office is the Informal Coalition consisting of the Thought and Logic Processor, Procrastinatorian Unaffairs, and Imagination and Idea Generator headed by the latter of the three listed. It has been this way since 4 years after the official birthday of this Bio-Dominion and the coalition has since been the ruling party.

Although the Body and Daily Functions Unit, which makes up the bulk of the Bio-Dominion, performs the manual labours as issued by the ruling party, the BnDF has recently filed a formal complaint stating as follows:

"Unfair. Completely unfair. We're being bullied here and we can't do anything about it. WE THOUGHT THIS WAS A DEMOCRACY."

The Coalition leader would like to respond as the collective conscious it is:

"Shut up, you're a nationalist."


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Are you unsatisfied with the way Ankaris is run? Do you think the permanent resident taxes are too high? Are you bothered by the weekly tea floodings? Do you find the use of Anti-Matter as a power source as inefficient? File your formal complaints to us via the Electric Pulse Delivery service today. EPD - Sent at the speed of electricity for your Daily Nutritional Value. No stamps required with 100% Removed Mustard.

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Pending Lists - Pictorial

The following lists are subjected to change.

Past Incomplete Projects
-KHR - 4-koma [2]
-KHR - General Fanart [1]
-LCA - General Art [1]
-Original - Little Kiley Kay (Children's Book) [Unposted]
-Original - General Art [5]
-GS(Phoenix Wright) -... ]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22992541/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22992541/ Tue, 03 Feb 2009 20:44:05 PST
And my mom made me omelettes.

And put the plate on my pillow.

I ate them.

Then I woke up for real.

I was so disappointed.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Call out to the kid who I think was being a nice person. He thought that the person in the car waving their arms around and yelling was trying to get my attention, came across the road, and said, "I think your ride is here."

Well, it wasn't my ride. It was the ride of some girl who was being distracted by Tyrone's manly charm or something. She left.

Anyways, thanks, kid. I appreciated the thought.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22973406/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22973406/ Mon, 02 Feb 2009 20:47:14 PST Semester Summary

Math: It's AWESOME. I learned something new today. D:. I like math. But I hate graphs. *cry* My teacher is obsessed with math [according to rumours] but otherwise, he's rather passive in attitude.

Physics: *cries* My teacher played Bad Cop/Good Cop with us. Only he was both cops. D:. And he is very discouraging. "IF YOU DIDN'T GET C+ MINIMUM IN MATH 11 AND PHYSICS 11, YOU SHOULD GET THE HELL OUT." "IF YOU GO INTO PHYSICS IN UNIVERSITY, YOU WILL DIE HARD. 30% OF YOU WILL FAIL AND I DON'T EVEN NEED AN EVALUATION TO KNOW THAT." No such thing as softening the blow for him, eh? Oh well, he has a cool solar celled globe thing that self-rotates. It's cool. Except we have an ass huge textbook and also a workbook. And he gave us a 36 multiple guess quiz to end the class. >:. And said that he recommends that anyone who gets 50% or lower on it should switch out. He's in love with physics. He reads books and novels on them.

English: It's Ms. H again. It's fine. Except it won't be as fun. D:. And there will be more essays. But Jimmy's there so I guess it's okay. I hate analysis. >:.

French: Ms. P.......LOL. She's the type who is serious yet carefree and sarcastic and when she says 'cruel things' it makes you laugh. "The textbook this year is En Direct 2. Remember En Direct 1 from grade 11? It was crappy. This is the second version of En Direct 1. It is also crappy." "Outside this door is the hall of shame. If you are late you get kicked out into the hall of shame and when people walk by, they will know that you were kicked out into the hall of shame. And they will make fun of you." But 80% of the class are people I know well or rather well. The rest I know well enough. So it'll probably be fun. She's also a language fanatic.

So far all my classes have these things in common:
-I'll get murdered if I'm late.
-I'll be receiving buttloads of work from each class everyday.
-My teachers are either obsessed with their subject, has a mean streak or are both.

Let's hope I can get pass week one. *does homework for three classes*

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22911728/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22911728/ Fri, 30 Jan 2009 19:48:38 PST
O_o. I didn't realize good impression lasted so long. [In one case, I wish it didn't last long. ...Mrs. M--. D:......] Our teachers are really casual and talkative towards the student body.

Me: *walking down the stairs to go study in the cafeteria* *salutes the VP walking up the stairs as per custom*
Mr. J [Vice Principal]: I'm not going to sell you the exams, you know.
Me: Uh...I don't need 'em.
Mr. J: But I have to admit, I'm impressed you're in Chemistry 12. Why in my day I barely passed Chemistry 11 myself.
Mr. N [English teacher of two years passed]: Yeah, she's a good, bright girl. *pats me on the shoulder*
Me: ...*stands awkwardly on the stairs while they both leave* ......okay.

Then I meet Mr. J again 45 minutes later outside the exam room.

Me: *walks up to him* *salute*
Mr. J: No.
Me: ...?
Mr. J: But they are putting up poles outside though.
Me: Are they? [What is he talking about...?]
Mr. J: It's for lighting. Lamp posts. *leaves*
Me: .........oh. He's talking about the flagpole.
Yam: LOL.

I'm probably going to remain labelled as 'Flagpole girl' until I graduate. D:. Get on his case three times and he remembers you for it. He also did the pre-exam procedures with us in a rather lighthearted joking manner.

"Ways to get a zero, cheating. When you start your exam you are not allowed to converse with anyone at all. No morse code or one wink for A, two winks for B or anything. Another way to get zero, and I've seen it happen, if you don't get a written question on the exam, don't write 'Ohhh, whoever wrote this question is stupid, this question is so stupid', we'll just crumple it up and chuck it without marking it."

Every year without fail I sit my exam in the back corner of the room [for a logical reason of course] but it's kind of annoying really. This year I got the pleasure of working on a mega-wobbly desk. I can't even lift my arm to write across the paper or it'll clunk. What peeved me the most, completely opposite to ~Piketh's situation was that every now and then one of the invigilators would lean on the cabinets at the back of the room right next to me. I can see him out of the corner of my eyes. >:. It's kind of distracting and he likes to do it often and for several minutes.

During exams I always try not to look up paranoid that they will think 'Omg, she might be trying to cheat off someone!' I'm weird like that. So I develop this painful crick in my neck from staring straight down for 2 and a half hours straight. >:.

Onto the exam itself, compared to the past previous exams [that we did for practice], this one was ridiculously interpretive as if they made it this way so it didn't seem 'copy' any past questions. Sure, Chem 12 is about applying knowledge rather than memorization but come on, what's with all these random compounds we've never heard of?

Since the exam booklets get recycled I took the liberty of writing all over it, drawing a little Koh every time the strong base KOH is mentioned. I remember a particular question that I scribbled over.

[Words in square brackets are what I wrote.]

Why does an indicator to change colour?

a) It's pH balanced. [...wtf]
b) The colour is unstable. [......wtf?]
c) [*Something ridiculous that I don't remember.* This is not an actual option. I really don't remember what C was.] [.........wtf?!]
d) The base form is a different colour than its acid form. [yesplz.]

I wrote a lot of ellipses and question marks on some other ones.

Anyways, I hightailed it after 3:35 and went and bought two new sets of PJs. Lol. One is blue with Cinnamonroll on it, and the other is blue with Doraemon on it. [MY GOD. D:. Why did I buy it?! Oh yeah, my dad pointed it out....D:.] Then I went to the dentist.

[Bitter Chinglish Rant]

Dentist uncle, I understand your disgust at my coughing up spit and drill water but maybe that wouldn't have happened if you didn't glance over at the reception area every two minutes. I'm sure that since the drill is click-hold operated and that it's probably safe to leave it unattended for a moment but I don't feel really comfortable with it in my mouth while you're going your glancing. There might be a chance, a really hit-the-lever-with-your-butt chance that you might turn it on while it's in my mouth. W... ]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22833282/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22833282/ Mon, 26 Jan 2009 20:47:51 PST
I'd say it's been successful. I got four cups of tea already. *sip*

Apparently my inspiration journal isn't special enough so I got 2% out of 5% [of my final grade]. >:. I'll put up my free choice Children's Book later.

I should study for my Chemistry Provincial, shouldn't I? *sips tea*

Hmm.

*colours art trade*

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22662516/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22662516/ Sun, 18 Jan 2009 21:22:09 PST [WARNING: Bitter rant and Chinglish references. Please skip ahead to the next bolded section for report.]

basically sums it up.

Uncle, as much as I know that I'm not the greatest customer to chat with I'd appreciate it if you didn't look away to talk to someone every 30 seconds while cutting my hair.

Also, you don't have to be so blatantly obvious that you're not concentrated on your job enough that you dropped your comb three times in your haste and inattentiveness. I also hope you will refrain in the future to throw your shears haphazardly onto the vanity counter a scant 3 cm away from your customer's glasses. I can assure you that I will demand reparations if they are in anyway damaged. To add to that, every slight 5 degree shift in the angle of my head due to your excessive pulling of my hair should not result in your jabbing me in the head with the corner of your comb.

But that's not the thing I'm miffed about, uncle. No, I'm not sure what put it in your head to cut my bangs until they are slightly more than 2 inches long. Possible explanations I have concluded:
a) your eyes are in need of checking
b) you made a mistake
or
c) you lied

While the first two I can perfectly fine with forgiving, it is not very pleasing to [possibly] involve option c with either of the other two. I quote that you said to me: "I will be fair and compromise with you and your mom's choice in cut length. I'll just cut your chin length bangs to nose length."

I'm sorry but you overshot by a good two inches.

If it was an honest mistake I would've been fine with a 'sorry, my mistake'. I did not enjoy your justification of your actions by saying [inmmediately after shearing half my bangs to two inches in length]:

"Teenagers are the most annoying when it comes to cutting their hair. They tend to believe that their long hair isn't very long. Of course, when they grow up and mature they realise that what their parents said about short hair is right."

To my mom. Not me. Coercing my mom to think you're right doesn't make me feel any better, uncle.

[Also on the topic of my mom, as much as I appreciate that you and supposedly ten other middle aged chinese people think my mullet is fabulous, I don't like it. I thought that was the most important part. If I happened to like a butt ugly haircut on myself, I wouldn't give a damn what other people thought. I'm not angry at my haircut and while I don't like it, I know it'll grow back.]

To be crude, I have to say: Go trip on the street, uncle. I'm not coming to see you again if your attitude is still like that.

[Bitter rant ends here. Full report ahead.]

So you want to be Asian? So you want to be Chinese-Asian? Well, here's the amateur guide you haven't been searching for! In accordance to the Lunar New Years the following must be followed:
-Wear new clothes on New Years Day. [yes, underwear included] Red is the lucky colour.
-Go to the Temple.
-Eat festive food. [chicken and roasted pork is a must.]
-hope you're a kid or unmarried [so you get to receive red envelopes of money from married couples, parents, grandparents, relatives, and co-workers].
-If you're turning 12, 24, or any multiple of 12, this year is your year! The year of the Golden Ox!
-Go see a celebratory parade for the new years if you can.
-Wash yourself in boiled pomelo leaf liquid.
-Hang a string of mini [honey] mandarins over your front and back doors.
-Place red posters depicting New Years proverbs on doors of bedrooms in your house.
-Place red envelopes with spare change [quarters] on the potted plants in your house. [If you had any.]
-Leave a fish [I forgot which type] out on a plate on your dining room table on the evening just before New Years.

Not necessarily in that order.

Temple Going 101

[I'm not sure if it's taboo to write this but I'm going to anyways. Keep in mind this is the process my family goes through when we go to this one specific Buddhist temple following tradition. We're not religious and this 'guide' is written from a POV closer to an outsider following a family around at a temple than an inside view from a devoted temple goer. Many details about deities and such will be excluded as I've either forgotten it or I can't translate it from my dad's Cantonese explanations of them.]

Materials:
4 fruits of one type [Apples or Oranges]
Incense [or money to buy incense]
Spare change

Temple Going is a tradition most people in China [and other parts of Asian] do twice every year. The... ]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22660044/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22660044/ Sun, 18 Jan 2009 19:06:08 PST
On a side street in W___ V________, a traffic jam is in progress. Beautiful crooked lanes of cars can be seen through the mist as far as the eye can see. A single family vehicle has successfully incurred the wrath of over 200 drivers by conveniently malfunctioning on a certain bridge out of two. Tension rises as frustrated men and women shift between turning off their cars to save gas and keeping the motor running in case some bastard tries to cut them off.

It's a battlefield. A battle royale amidst these civilized people where the strong and aggressive tear through the weak and timid. One SUV manages to set a record of allowing no less than 12 vehicles capture a space in front of it in the space of 10-15 metres and 40 minutes. But this is a not a story about the SUV. This is about the Br*ck.

If one looks down the road right before an unused side street [that no doubt leads to a dead end], one can see a menacing large white delivery truck veering closer and closer to the pedestrian walk. This vehicle, this truck, is a veteran of road battles. Its white shell which at one time was pristine and new is covered in old scars and powdered with aged dust. Each exhale of its wizened engine chokes out a churning cloud of pollution through its exhaust pipe. Each revolution of its run-down wheels creaks with protest. A red logo emblazoned on its side tells all the seeing world of its loyalties.

This vehicle, this truck, is a veteran of road battles and is on a timed mission. The clock is blinking in digital crimson the digits of 4:04. It can wait no longer.

With a flare of red eyes and the roar of its battlecry it jerks to the right, rising onto the sidewalk, flattening the grass, and veers into the side street to make its delivery.

The drivers sitting in wait watch this display of rebellion with fascination and amusement. The usual business resumes. The strong and agressive tear through the weak and timid and the clock blinks in digital crimson.

It returns.

The truck, having exited the battlefield, waits at the intersection signalling for a right turn back into traffic. A hopeless cause anyone can see. A gap appears, not enough for a turn. The head driver is confident in this and teases the truck driver by flaunting the space in front of it.

It moves.

Driving straight through, one might think it was escaping into the parking lot opposite to search for another exit until-

-it swerves right.

Into on-coming traffic.

Drivers look away and block their ears waiting for the onslaught of panicked car horns, the screech of tires, and the collision.

Nothing.

Everyone looks.

The truck perhaps freezing the other drivers into momentary shock swerves again.

Over the yellow dotted line.

Into the left-turn lane.

Safe.

The example this one truck driver has shown instills a unsettled feeling in the hearts of all those who were there to see.

Engines roar and the fight gets dirty.

Afterall, screw the rules, we're in a traffic jam.



o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o



A/N: I can't believe we sat 40 minutes only to move....20-30 metres? After we managed to turn right, we were in the clear cruising down the lane to N.V. I had half the mind to stick my head out the window and laugh at the people who were still stupidly trying to access the jammed bridge in the two lanes beside and refrained from doing so. It wasn't exactly the smartest idea as they could probably afford a better lawyer than I can consider the area we were in. Anyways, I'm not commending the truck driver for disobeying traffic laws [always obey kids, if you're unlucky you'll develop bad habits and get $80 fines] but he or she provided the best thing [best two things if you want] I've ever seen in a traffic jam ever.

Coming up next: Asian 101 - the full report

Stay tuned.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22551638/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22551638/ Mon, 12 Jan 2009 20:07:30 PST :. *kicks exit interview* I'm no good with orals. I'm the master of stumbling. Yay.

I took the opportunity to clear my dA out of stuff I don't like and I've finally broken my rule of putting away gift art. >:. It hasn't been deleted but it's in my storage which means only I can access it. The other option was to put it in the scraps section but I don't see them as scraps. [I destroyed 50%+ of my scraps most of which were deviations at one point anyways.] So for anyone whose giftart I put into storage, I'm sorry. >:. If you really liked it, I'll put it back into scraps because I'm finding 130+ deviations a little too much. [Unless I'm going for a record there.] So it's bye bye for them. Of course, if it was recent I probably didn't store it because I happen to tolerate the newer stuff better than my ancient art. X_x.

Can somebody switch art styles with me? I want to be able to draw pretty and cool things, not just cute things. ;-;. It makes me sad. Very sad. [By the way, if I don't eat it, I'll be post lots of crap in a bit.]

Note: I haven't started on Version 3 of FfS because it's a recreational project that will be ugly if I rush or force it and also because it's technically a year and a half too early to start a new one. Consider yourself pre-ordered if you signed up.

Why is time moving faster when I do nothing? Usually it goes slower. o_O... Why am I so bad at Poetry? Why am I [insert several more things here]?

Oh and Meru, Alex told me to either ask or tell you that you have Kagome on your boobs. Or something. *shrug*

I WANT SENBEI RICE CRACKERS. ;_______________;. WHY IS RICE WORLD SO FAR AWAY?! I HATE YOU, RICHMOND.

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Final Question: How much of a tea addict are you?

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22395035/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/22395035/ Sun, 04 Jan 2009 13:34:15 PST
I would've put up a New Years journal earlier...but homework deadlines are hard to ignore and as a result, I can hardly feel my left hand or my right wrist. The muscles in my arm twinge if I type too fast. [Ugh, such is old age(?)]

Reason: Children's Book. As I've previously mentioned, my kid is crazy and my story is crap so I compensated by making the drawings as fabulous as possible. Which consequently consumed 4 days of drafting and 3 full days of colouring of 27 illustrations. X_x. If I feel it, I'll upload it and take a picture of the completed book. [Although, which category that would go in, I have no idea.]

ANYWAYS, New Years Resolutions:

1. Learn to draw better and in proportions.
2. Finally draw in backgrounds that aren't cheap and lazy.
3. Keep up with writing update schedule.
4. Fix sleeping schedule.
5. Rehab from this tea drinking binge. [I'm up to 28 cups this vacation.]
6. Work hard and get good results.

...I think I have these resolutions every year come to think of it. Hmm.

=_= I want to draw recreational stuff so much...

Happy New Years, everyone. Can't wait 'til Lunar New Years and the good Asian food.

*wanders off to make tea.....* I have no backbone against tea.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21988560/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21988560/ Sun, 14 Dec 2008 21:05:12 PST
There was a really nice man who came by to get his stuff wrapped and we gave him a candy cane. He told us that he hadn't had a candy cane in forever and said that when he was little he had these big candy canes, ones you can buy at Purdy's and he WENT and bought us one for us to share. DDD:. Nice guy. It tasted really good.

While ~Piketh and I were being bored, we embellished the photos and added accents on the text of our supervisor's newspaper. We happened over a cool poem that parodied 'Twas the Night Before Christmas and is about parliament. We got it cut out and I'm typing up. [If this is illegal...sorry?]

o-o-o-o-o

Printed in the North Shore News:

The Month Before Christmas
By Cec Race

'Twas a month before Christmas, when all through the house
Our Parliament floundered mid jeer and mid joust
As party and program, as motive and aim
were scoffed at by comments deserving of shame.

The chamber bore witness to manoeuvres galore,
and party self-interest spilled blood on the floor.
(So much for the campaign-based pledge to play fair,
with civil behaviour in place everywhere.)

Ironic the sight: While the world's woes compound,
The members, like Nero, kept fiddling around.
While flames of home issues licked close at our heels,
The call to take heed was a hopeless appeal.

And so, intervention has stopped short the fray;
The Governor General now opens the way
for honest reflection on actions embraced-
A lack of decorum brings the house to disgrace.

Come, Stephen! Come, Michael! Come, Jack, and Gilles.
Change course by example, returning the hill
To a dignified spot, where solutions take form
When views interact and respect is the norm.

But now, as the season fills Parliament's pause,
Enjoy a diversion with old Santa Claus.
And note how the spirit of warm Christmas cheer
Could transform the tone in the Commons next year.


o-o-o-o-o

I don't want to do my Chem test tomorrow. >:.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21934408/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21934408/ Thu, 11 Dec 2008 16:25:12 PST Friends for Sale. As it is, you'll only be included if you reply to this journal. >:. I'm too lazy to go find more work to do. [I have too much crap to explode my brain over as it is.] THIS IS ONLY FOR IRL [In Real Life] FRIENDS WHO HAVE dA!

Version 2.0:[link]
Version 1.0:[link]
[On a random note: Why do people still look at the old one? It's so bad. X-x.]

Upon completion [whenever that may be] the picture will be posted and dA avatars and MSN DPs will be created. [All you have to do is ask for them and I will send yours over.]

What this entitles to:
-I may have to request recent photos to make more accurate renditions of you
-The drawing is waist-up and is [basically] how this artist [Ankaris/Stella] sees you. She will included aspects that she thinks help define you [most specifically as props]. [I am unsure why I slipped into third person here. Kawaiidesu?*sparkle*]
-It will take an ass long amount of time.
-It will probably look nothing like you in the end.

SO SIGN UP, DDDD:. And I repeat, ~Piketh is the worst surrogate sister ever. >:. She turned my catchphrase into 'Don't do that'. [Even though Jimmy also had her hand in this.]

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21868637/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21868637/ Sun, 07 Dec 2008 16:13:37 PST
1. When we left our house and were driving up the back lane, there was a parked truck conveniently in our way. And at that very moment the rain came down like a shower. The truck owner spazzed at the rain and came out to re-park it under cover.
2. I have a macaroni sticker on my nametag and there were people in giant bloated...elf costumes [?]walking around. One of them called me Little Stella and asked if I was okay because ~Piketh hit me in the face trying to hug him. And a random little kid has giant elf phobia and started screaming for his dad. He was really loud.
3. We went box-hunting at WalMart. The elder male employee was very nice and talked to us about psychology. Customers kept trying to steal our cart. A random guy customer asked elder male employee if they 'sold Mrs. Claus costumes.' ...I don't want to know. Oh and to all the stores we went to box-hunt, only EB Games showed their lack of Christmas spirit and their extreme laziness and come out emptyhanded. Every store gave us at least one or two boxes.
4. We had to wrap Elmo. He was scary. And talked. And it was an open box so you can rip the wrapping if you punch the front in. Sometime before that one of our um...co-workers fell asleep on the job. It was really slow. And they took two breaks.
5. Puppy tails and Eevee. No, you don't need to know what that means. It's hard to describe.

All in all, it was....interesting? ~Piketh was having some difficulties at the beginning and I was having difficulty measuring things but we got better [up to lvl 2] and gained some exp. I hope we have Laura was our supervisor again. She's nice. The next shifts' people were nice too. This one lady could soft wrap things SUPER 80s fancy. It was cool. After 'work', my dad invited ~Piketh to DQ waffle cones. Waffffffffffle cones. <3. MmmmMMMMM.

Ugh, I have a Chem unit test this week. Ick. Stupid Acid/Base/Salt equations. >:. And I got defeated by a grade 11 math question. It was too simple. So it pwned me. Advanced math and physics don't work. >_>.

Also:

You Know You Need Time Away From The Computer When:
1. You keep trying to press Ctrl-Z for Undo instead of using the eraser while drawing on paper.
2. You try to screenshot your hand/anythingIRL with your eyes.
3. You try to turn off your computer monitor with the mouse cursor.

So far, I'm guilty as charged. >:. But it led to an interesting conversation with ~WDHelm about a world where people are CPUs, all your secrets are encrypted hidden files, and your currency is programmed by the InterMint.


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REMEMBER: Saturday, December 20th is our Metro Christmas Trip. COME AT THE USUAL TIME. USUAL PLACE. IF YOU CAN MAKE IT. That is all.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21706634/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21706634/ Fri, 05 Dec 2008 18:19:50 PST Piketh and I are bumping up our Christmas goodness meters and volunteering with gift wrapping! Granted they accept our applications. We're going to wrap those presents good. 'A'b

Chemistry has turned into a de-motivational class. No matter what we do, I feel like I can't and won't do anything as if it's some sort of bodily reflex. D:. Srsly. Maybe it's all the annoying calculations we've been doing on pH and pOH. >:. I'm also forgetting things at an increasing rate as well as having my typing prowess deterioriate. D:. [I must be getting old...]

And gah, Grad Photos, Sunday. >:. I'm not photogenic you know. Not at all. >:.


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EDIT IMPORTANT NOTE:

Our designated Christmas Metro trip is December 20th. Usual time, usual place. Can you make it? Y/N.

[Yes, I'm a dumbass. 8D. Thank you.]

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In Writing Class, we did a lesson on Clichés and Terrible Figures of Speech. Here are some for your entertainment.

John and Mary never met, just like two hummingbirds that have never met also.

The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an electric fan turned on medium.

Her eyes were like brown circles with black dots in the middle.

Her face was a perfect oval like a circle squeezed by a Thighmaster 2000.

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

And now for a Tales of Vesperia reference that my brother read online somewhere:

Duke doesn't read a book. He stares it down until he gets the information he wants.

And on a final note:

Remember, every time you kill, somebody dies.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21554205/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21554205/ Tue, 18 Nov 2008 16:41:02 PST
I stepped out of the new school building which looked more like a modern mall than a school, scuffing the soles of my runners on a thick black carpet just beyond the doorway. Alex and Tinka were three steps behind, deep in conversation as usual.

A portly man, hair and beard streaked with age, approached swinging a black buzzing walkie-talkie in a hand.

"So where would you want the school flagpole to be? Since you've been asking," he inquired. Rather persisently, the look in his eyes said.

"Oh, somewhere over there. In the front."

I pointed vaguely in the direction of the muddy battleground where construction workers waged war against Mother Nature, fighting to tame it flat. It was the ideal place, if they were going to build a roundabout after they've cleared the area.

He tapped the antenna of his walkie-talkie against his shoulder thoughtfully.

"I never asked. You seem rather...adamant on a flagpole. Whatever for? What purpose does it serve for you?" A graying eyebrow raised.

We, all four of us, had come to a stand-still and I felt as though I was shoved into the spotlight for the moment.

"Well...haven't you...I just want to do this once, you know, be all 'Hey, you! You wanna fight?! You. Me. Flagpole. After-school.'"

I dropped into an fighting stance that resembled nothing in particular, back hunched forwards, legs spread.

The Vice-Principal burst into laughter.

"Why can't it just be, 'You. Me. The Outhouse. Right now.'?"

We looked over at the Rent-A-Toilet behind us. Our view was clouded by the bright blue framework of a steel fence.

He wasn't expecting a reply as he had started to walk away. I called out after him anyways.

"It just doesn't have the same ring to it."


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So I've been repeatedly bugging our VP about getting a flagpole. Seriously, we /don't/ have a flagpole. I thought that was against the law or something. >:. Even my formerly welfare elementary school had one. It was very disappointing. Flagpole fights is a running joke amongst us and I really do want to see a flagpole. [Probably just to satisfy my crazy Nationalist self. WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME, JIMMY?! WHY?!]

I do hope we get one in the end. It just doesn't seem right.

In other news:

I lost my USBdrives/flashdrives/memorysticks/whateveryouwanttocallit [There were two, I strung them together]. >:. That's what I get for being a good person. I did a thorough check and went through all the teachers who used the computer lab after our class and nothing came up. They were very helpful thing, many thanks to them.

Today, I recovered something. Former Grade 10 Planner Teacher lady had discovered the strap for my USB drives three days later. Huh. Now I know that someone not only found it but they kept it. I know this because I attached the USBs to the thin cord part [like how you put things on your cellphone] and seeing as the cord wasn't snapped, the only possibilities are that someone took the trouble to take it off or it got ripped off so hard, the plastic snapped off. Hmm. Oh well, at least I've gotten over it. I just don't want them to plagarize my work. >:. I had school assignments in there from previous years.

And yes, Meru. That means I lost all my fanfiction files. I didn't back them up. Yippee. D:.

On other happier news:

We went to visit aforementioned Formerly Welfare Elementary School for our Writing class to write them stories! Our kid, a girl called Isabella [YES I KNOW, WHAT THE HELL.], went from normal to random in 20 minutes. It started with fairies, cats, and rainbows to purple and green aliens with 25 arms on each side and can break plants in half, friendly sharks with 26 teeth, and a boat with a cash register in it. I'm not sure how that happened. D:. And wtf, vampire blood shakes? What kind of names for drinks are these? People these days. >:.

Of course, I'll be putting up the concept sketches for the pictures. [Yes, it's a picture book. Hur hur.] Cheer me on? : D.



Counter to Kiriban: 124...?
Kiriban: 6927
[Hahaha, it's so obvious what I'm going to draw. If it isn't, that's fine too.]

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21143783/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21143783/ Fri, 24 Oct 2008 17:03:30 PDT
I woke up this morning on a Professional Day at the usual school time and walked to the Quay in the cold October streets. Meeting up with and we began our journey to the fabled Vancouver's International Writers Festival.

We were waiting for the bus when another bus with the same number pulled up at our bus stop. I asked if it stopped at Granville Island. The bus driver lady said they didn't but she offered to drop us off there anyways. :3. So basically we got chauffeured there. What a nice person. :3. [And Kagome wasn't in /there/, either. Huh.]

The first session, Freestyle x 5 were short story readings. They were nice. :3. There was one lady though whose voice kept distracting me as she read. o_o. It was strange. I'd stop listening to the story and listen to how she spoke, specifically the way she sounded her s's [it was a very sharp sound] and how she inhaled before she spoke. [<---?] But I still caught up with what was going on after a while. D:. [Bad me.]

Right after we were given an hour and 15 to wander the area. We ended up in Opus which smelled like Van Gogh and no matter where I walked there was always paint [a sign. D:.]. And there was a kid's easel with some paper and a handful of random pencil crayons. I flipped it to a new page and drew Buh Duh Duh Duh's face on it. :3. I wonder how many kids saw it.

We wandered into a few stores before going to the Market place and getting some food. Meaning Tinka and I mooched sushi off Alex and then I went and bought pizza. When I came back with my food they were trying to feed pigeons wasabi. They didn't fall for Tinka's chopstick trap though. Those pigeons really doesn't afraid of anything.

We stopped at the chocolate store and Alex bought chocolate then we headed back for round two: The Mini Poetry Bash. That was fun. :3. The poem at the end was very long but it was very nice. D:. Too bad I was already super tired so I nearly zoned out twice. X-x. 5-6 hours of sleep beforehand just isn't enough for me I guess.

Anyways, after that we wandered a little more, invaded the Kid's Market, molested puppets, and I was heading home. I nipped in an hour and 45 minute nap by the time I got home.

All in all, it was a very satisfying day. :3.

Now I need to get working. >:.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21132449/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21132449/ Thu, 23 Oct 2008 20:53:13 PDT
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Career Research #4

1. Occupation: Pokémon Master

2. Nature of the Work: A Pokémon Master works on field, generally in tall grass. The hours are irregular and self-imposed but it is a full-time, full-year job. Working environment may include camping out in the winderness for an odd number of days but if he or she is lucky, he or she would stay at a Pokémon Centre for the evening (all expenses waived). Another key duty of a Pokémon Master is battling against challengers who wish to obtain his or her title as well as caring for his or her Pokémon. There are also daily incidents of your Pokémon being kidnapped by a man, a woman, a talking cat, and some over-affectionate plants.

3. Highlights of this Job:
a) You get to be 10 years old forever.
b) Bike insurances do not affect you.

4. Training or Education Requirements: No prior experience or education is required to become a Pokémon Master. The only requirement is that you have a small yellow electric mouse, a rival, catch all 150+ Pokémon in the world, and have several movies made about you. (The current record is 8 movies by the way.)

5. Job Outlook: Outlook for this job is completely dependent on the competency of the train in question and the current Pokémon Master as there can only be one. Competition is statistically very high and the rate of success at the beginning of your journey is negative 0.00000000000000000000000000030000000005900000000000690000004%.

6. Earning Potential: A Pokémon Master is not paid. There is only glory and fame and a constant clamour for your position. In fact, previous Pokémon Masters are known to either live off the land, mooch off government officials, have a side job, or/or live with their mothers. The net earnings for this occupation per year is -$800 000.

7. Related Occupations:
a) Pokémon Breeder: A Pokémon Breeder forces thei captured Pokémon to reproduce as quickly and as adundantly as possible through use of mysterious berries (drugs) and proper care (slave labour). It is unclear how this is legal but the most repsected and famous of all Pokémon Breeders, Brock-Lee, flaunts a net earning of $60.00 per year.
b) Pokémon Researcher: A Pokémon Researcher is a professor who keeps Pokémon corralled in pastures or in pokéballs for an extended amount of time. On occasion they rope clueless preteen children into doing their research for them by starting them on so called Pokémon Journeys thought means of falsified events of imcompetence. They are also required to appreciate poetry, particularly that of haikus.

8. Justify Your Selection: I want to be the very best; that no one ever was. To catch them is my real test. To train them is my cause. I will travel across the land, searching far and wide. Each Pokémon to understand the power that's inside. Pokémon, [I] gotta catch 'em all (heart's so true). Our courage will pull us throught. You'll teach me and I'll teach you Pokémon. [I] Gotta catch 'em.

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In other news, tomorrow is the Writer's Fest! I'm hoping it's going to be good. :3. And I'm also hoping that I'll get my two Halloween Pieces done in time as well as my 6927 kiriban. :3. Yes, 6927.

*stretches* Ugh. Too many things to do.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21008328/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/21008328/ Wed, 15 Oct 2008 20:17:57 PDT
Saturday
Morning 1200: Met up with , missed the seabus by 3 seconds so we wandered the Quay and I got myself a cookie cutter.

1245: Got off the skytrain to go back two stops because we [read: I] were tricked by the express train which skips Metro. >:.

1310: Passed the Booster Juice place. Bugged ~Piketh to get her drink. She didn't.

1315: Loitered in Chapters in the usual spot, encountered .

1325: Waited for and :iconSnake-Chamer-Ami: for 5 minutes before ditching for bubble tea. [Because I was really hungry. <---thirsty.]

1330: Party set! was also there with Meru and Ami. Hypothesis of delay = pie was correct.

1330-1600: Lit candles, got some lovely awesome presents. <4. Ate my pie [to which a random stranger said: Lol, awesome] Trumped over to Crystal Mall. Stalked all stores of interest. Endured the sound of Chinese teenagers having a sing-off in the cafeteria. [It was really loud.] Learned the art of staring up the skirts of anime girl figurines from ~Piketh. Went to HQ and lit the giant sparklers. Strange and inappropriate photos were taken. [One also taken on the way over to the other mall.]

1610: Final Destination - PuriKura. It was very warm in there. Gave out two rounds of hugs before going home with ~Piketh in toll. I know where she lives now. :3.

And that was it! Oh, and I did buy more manga. Yay. Manga collection bloated to 96 volumes.

Overall, it was a lovely day. :3. Oh and ~Piketh and I are doing a collab. Look forward to seeing it soon!

Also:

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ/dA journal/where ever and see what your friends come up with.

I also blame Philly.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/20986923/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/20986923/ Tue, 14 Oct 2008 14:13:57 PDT :. It really is.

*alone in Planning with no one to talk to*

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/20780183/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/20780183/ Mon, 06 Oct 2008 20:50:53 PDT NOTICE 2: Okay, nevermind. It's SATURDAY for sure. Apparently my teachers are just jerkwads [...] and decided to pull all the deadlines back a day for little to no reason. [Actually, it's the last one.]

NOTICE: Since next Friday [aka my birthday] is apparently going to be a Pro-day, I'm changing the Metro visit to that day. Does that conflict with anyone's plans?

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Dear [Because you're the last to comment on my front page. D:. My last journal entry was too long ago.]

I don't really know how to tell you this, but our horoscope doesn't match. I think I realized it when I quoted Santa with George Bush and his wife and I saw you carve your initials on Manchester United's goalkeeper. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Extreme Home Makeover sucks. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I never liked a new life as a clone.

Good Luck on your short-term leave from jail,
Stella.


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Rules:

Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal):

I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___ .

___12___,
-Your name-

1. What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - Our romance is over
Red - Our affair is over
White - I'll join the monastery
Black - I dislike you
Green - Our horoscope doesn't match
Grey - You're a pervert
Yellow - I'm selling myself
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - You're a loser
Other - I'm in love with your sister


2. Which is your birth month?
January - That night
February - Last year
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
May - First of May
June - When you put cuffs on me
July - When I threw up
August - When I saw the shrunken head
September - When we skinny dipped
October - When I quoted Santa
November - When your dog ran amok
December - When I changed tennis shoes


3. Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Pizza - In your camping car
Pasta - Outside of Chicago
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad - As you ate enchilada
Chicken - In your closet
Kabob - With Paris Hilton
Fish - In women's clothing
Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
Lasagna - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a state of trance
None of the above - With George Bush and his wife


4. What's the color of your socks?
Yellow - Hit on
Red - Insult
Black - Ignore
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - Put leeches on
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the toupee off
Barefoot - Sit on
Other - Drive out


5. What's the color of your underwear?
Black - My best friend
White - My father
Grey - Bill Clinton
Brown - My fart balloon
Purple - My mustard soufflé
Red - Donald Duck
Blue - My avocado plant
Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper
None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
Other - The crazy monk


6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
Scrubs - Man
O.C. - Emotional
One Tree Hill - Open
Heroes - Frostbitten
Lost - High
House - Scarred
Simpsons - Cowardly
The news - Mongolic
Idol - Masochistic
Family Guy - Senile
Top Model - Middle-class
None of the above - Ashamed


7. Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful I've felt
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That Santa doesn't exist
Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
Depressed - That we're cousins
Excited - That there is no solution to this.
Nervous - The middle-east
Worried - That your Honda sucks
Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster
Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
Overjoyous - That I'm open
Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks


8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your ring
Yellow - Your love letters
Red - Your Darth Vader-poster
Black - Your tame stone... ]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/20444307/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/20444307/ Thu, 11 Sep 2008 18:27:36 PDT
Today was [strangely enough] our school's annual Club and Team Fair and since our president has work, I [semi-not-vice-prez] and fellow member, Jimmy [not-a-man-anymore] had to take over. It was our first one that was held in the big gymnasium and in our new school building but it was okay.

Upon arriving perhaps 10 minutes late for the start and preparation [not that we prepared ANYTHING], we were ready to hijack a random sign-less table and use it for our dastardly deeds.

Turns out, we did have a table. Only it was entirely swarmed with korean boys. O_o...we didn't notice for a while because they blocked the sign from view. After we managed to get into the seats behind the table the crowd was starting to disperse as the guys finished squabbling over who gets the pen next.

I never knew Peer Tutoring could be so randomly popular for 5 minutes.

After watching the school mascot sexually harass several people and watch crowds of grade eighters squeal at the random prizes our school's Drama teacher was doling out, Jimmy, Yam and I hung back and helped with clean up. AKA manual labour. Holy crap, those tables are heavy. And we weren't even part of the student council. D:. [Does this make us honorary members? : D.]

DDDD:. Dude, I don't even know who my mayor is. I couldn't see him in the Multi-purpose Area where they are holding this function thing to officially open our school. D:. They had cheese cubes. CHEESE cubes. And they wouldn't let us have any.

In other news, I've been suffering through the easiest semester ever. Spare/Planning, Writing, Artrawing and Painting, and Chemistry. My next semester however, hmm, don't think it'll be a walk in the park: Math 12, Physics 12, English 12, and French 12. Four provincials. D:. Planning is okay, Writing is hilarious, Art is fun, and Chemistry is interesting so I won't be dying yet. D:. I think.

For an example of how hilarious Writing class is I will use the following example from today's class:

"Alright, so we've all voted. In the next 30 minutes I want you to make a short story with a mad scientist, an accountant, a jungle, condoms and chicken fingers, the adjective 'messy' and obsession."

All I have to say is: Sentient Condoms that can build advanced civilization in 5 minutes.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/20139290/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/20139290/ Sun, 24 Aug 2008 21:53:40 PDT
Day 1: Our merry band of: Me, , , and found each other and we did a lot of migrating and sitting. Encountered countless times. Got molested. And watching the 200+ people line shuffle along to register. And ate my cookies. Which we found out were squirrel-friendly enough to turn them into stalkers. Luckily Angry!Hissy!Cat!Alex scared them away every time they came close. No-Face kept stalking us everywhere.

Day 2: Transit failed at life and Alex got stung by a stupid wasp. Dealer's Room failed compared to Artist's Alley. But it was huge. HUGE. Inside. I think we must've wandered in there for like...an hour and 20 minutes after a one hour line-up. Sat outside and met up with and his little brother followed by and her Pedo!Banana. Then we achieved the greatest thing in existence and got two guys [Philly and his little brother] to get fitted for corsets. : D. It was fabulous. They even posed. Note to self: No Christmas or coming-up Birthday Present for Meru.

Day 3: Rainy. Found the echo chamber and...echoed. [It was pretty nifty.] Did quite a lot of sitting. Caught the ending ceremonies. Best AMV EVER at the end. Lolol. Jimmy, you have to see it, it was to Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend. Omg. Lol. Failed at filming. Found out that stressing out my right arm brings back Phantom Needle Pains[-itis].

Overall: It is a fact that at Conventions you will lose the Game every 30 seconds, get Caramell Dansen permanently engraved into your head, and if your friend [or you] are in a decent, well-known cosplay, you will be stopped every five minutes. But at least you can scream all you want and say the most random things to strangers and it'll be A-OK. It's probably the only place where you can scream Rape while being hugged and have people laugh instead of call the cops on you. And yes, Meru. You do know just about everyone. And Lauren, you should've at least gotten 2nd place. D<. And also, Cantonese people stalk me everywhere. It's scary.

It's sad but I probably won't be able to attend AE come next year. The staff decided to hold it in the middle of June and since I'm one of the old and wreary [and have a buttload of provincial exams] I can't afford to skimp on studying or attending an exam [since you can't pass if you don't]. Even though it's more conveniently held at the PNE. It's quite the travesty. I'm not quite sure how I survived the last three days on cookies and only dinner. [And tea.]

Finding Waldo count: 8.
Cookies Devoured count: ...more than 40.
Hug count: Lots.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/19996419/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/19996419/ Sat, 16 Aug 2008 23:18:17 PDT
It was 10:00 when we set out this fair morning. The heat had not settled in yet but we made our lethargic way to Chinatown for Early Tea [according to the receipt]. Meeting at the Round Table after three long years, we had Uncle Woody [Based on his old highschool chinese nickname(...what? I don't actually know his name.)], Auntie [Pushy generous], Granny [Veteran of Something], T-man [Skinny, one year younger but one head taller, perpetually dazed-out], and T-boy [Skinny, sweetheart with a sweet tooth and video game addiction] forming Team Woody from Internal Alberta. I myself was part of the Snake [Okay, so it's not actually snake but the nickname came about through a mispelling of our family name which sounds like the word for snake. 'Sides, it's more fun] Division. It was there that we had our first conflict. Over the bill. We won, of course. : D.

Time was ticking as we made our way over to the PNE which was situated right smack in the middle of the heat wave. The Treehouse mascots were suspicious and I was constantly being stalked by Japanese people. It didn't take long before I realized our true mission: The Infiltration of a Death Eater Meeting. Yes, it was in the darkness on the top bleachers that we snuck into their ranks. Before me was the 6-feet tall francophone Golden Trio, Mr. Giggles Longlegs directly in front. One row behind were the Island Asian Tweens discussing the greater aspects of Christianity ["Revenge is a sin, y'know. And going through your Neighbour's Wife is one too or something."]. The lights flickered out as I watched them pit their cleverly named hounds against each other. That's when /he/ appeared.

Into the spotlight, Harry Potter [Dog] in the flesh! Sadly, he was ousted in the first round of Musical Mats. [D:.] He was just no match for Earmuffs and Puff Daddy. Whizbang, the winner, then proceeded to do a victory dance for us.

The next part was a blur except for the brief surprise attack by Mr.Wrong-side-of-the-Road-On-Goddamn-Main-Street and having High Tea [according to the receipt. We won again.] but when I came to, I was in the middle of a cobblestoned street, leader of the pack. We wound our way down the streets in stealth until we hit our goal [completely uneventful], then was quickly deported again. The next mission was to search for The Book That Never Was ["10thKingdom*cough*"] at the 6-floored Modern Colliseum of Closes-At-6-o-clock-on-Saturday. We utterly failed. But we managed to procure interesting news: The Remus Lupins are due to visit August 24.

After purchasing an Elixir ["Auntie. We really don't need it."], we marched our way into the heart of Downtown. We knew we had gone too far when we caught sight of the sign "Free Sex in the Shower" [Not to be taken literally. Unless you want to.]. Needless to say, we headed back to HQ to take transportation to dinner.

It was a pleasant affair. The final battle took place in that very restaurant but Auntie, albeit a support character who's completely magic-based, broke through and struck us with a One-Hit K.O. The deadly Pre-emptive Strike: Credit Card. The night ended on a light note as we parted our ways in the darkness, them to rest before a Journey to the Promised Land [Calgary] and us guided home by the light of the Bat signal.

The End.

Ambulance Count: 3
Fire Engine Count: 2
Police Car Count: 6
Seriously Black Bus Count: 1
Wedding Couple Count: 2
Secret Hobo Agent Count: 18+
Child With a Spork Count: 1
Guy With Iguana On Shoulder Count: 1

Loot: Foot-permanently-imprinted-into Sandals. Shoulder-ache. A pretty Water Bottle [I mean, half-empty Elixir]. -3.50 gil.

A/Ns: I bet none of you actually read this. 8D. If you didn't, good job. If you did, wtf are you on? Oh and this was based on a real story. All the above mentioned items are complete fact.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/19831693/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/19831693/ Thu, 07 Aug 2008 17:11:33 PDT
Catching the skytrain with Jimmy we made our way to Burnaby to Burnaby South Highschool where Jimmy used to live. [In Burnaby, not the highschool.] To say that it was scarring would be correct. D:. That area's percentage of asians was 90% and liked to walk around in large crowd, talking really loudly. The scary thing is, they spoke in ENGLISH.

I know, right?

But they have a pool. So it's okay. I guess. It's also really huge there and the colour scheme looks like what Phoenix Wright wears. Pink with blue borders. That was every locker and door in the whole building. Hmm.

We popped by the Elementary school to find Jimmy's artwork in the courtyard area and I gave Lish a refresher on the game of Four Squares.

Then it happened. D:. Lish made me do the most illegal thing in my life. I took the sky train without paying for another ticket. [My ticket's time run out 7 minutes ago.] Sure it was one stop but we were being stalked by police all day. D:. Lish...if you're reading this, which you probably aren't, D:. Just D:.

[My dad just gave me an Olympic Dollar. It's shiny.]

So we got to Metro. And we loitered in Chapters while avoiding this one employee who was overenthusiastically asking people for help [by people I mean of the female persuasion]. I was once again reminded how many of the classics that I haven't read. D:. It's shockingly depressing. But I got over it.

After a brief detour to Sakura Media, we wandered into HMV and um, stared at things. And Beatles posters. And then I discovered a CD called 'The Magic of Lang Lang'. We totally weren't thinking of buying it and stuffing it into an envelope with a pack of water balloons and send it to our Chemistry teacher. >_>. We weren't. Not at all.

Totally.

There was more walking and then we somehow made our way to the other side of the mall where I began my confrontations with the second floor train. Whose train whistle pales in comparison to mine. We got to the pet store. There were a lot of cute puppies. D:. But the particular incident I have in mind are the kittens in the front. It went something like this:

Kitten: Dude, wtf, go back to sleep.
Kitty: *nuzzles in the...ahem* Oh come on.
Kitten: No.
Kitty: *still nuzzling...or whatever he/she is doing* Come on. You know you want it.
Kitten: ...I'll give you a kiss. One kiss. Okay?
Kitty: Just one? *nuzzling*
Kitten: One. *nuzzle-kiss* There.
Kitty: Nope, not enough for me. *goes back to nuzzling...yeah*
Kitten: D<. FINE. *nuzzle-make-out* *two minutes later* THERE. NOW GO BACK TO FREAKING SLEEP.
Kitty: ...don't wanna. *nuzzle*
Kitten: *tries to get out of the way so the Kitty can't nuzzle him/her* Gah, why is this bed [...] so small?! *tries not fall off* *cannot get away from nuzzling*
Kitty: Just sit and let me-
Kitten: NO.
Neighbour downstairs: They're at it again.
Other Neighbour: Yeah, just go back to sleep.

...yeah. That's when I look down to my side to see the toddler in the stroller pointing and giggling at them. D:. That exhibitionist. [<--...]

It was an interesting day.

In other news, teen pregnancy is a sign of recession.

And to Alex, we found a fairy portal in Burnaby. I took a picture of it for you.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/19630430/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/19630430/ Sun, 27 Jul 2008 20:34:07 PDT
Deal with it.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/19595678/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/19595678/ Fri, 25 Jul 2008 18:36:57 PDT
The only thing I can say about my trip to the dentist today is: Wet. D:. Like really. It's weird when there's country music blasting out of the overhead speakers while your dentist and assistant wife are talking over your heads about someone's kid in a bad way. Sometimes it's hard to tell if he's talking to me. D:. I'm pretty sure nodding would be out the question.

They did change their brand of fluoride though.

I haven't seen so many orange shirts since...since I can't remember. D:. But apparently non-Asian people who frequent this one chinese restaurant really like the colour bright orange or something. It must be in season. The french people outside the chinese travel agency were obviously lagging in times with their blue shirts. Tsk.

Btw, who's the guy who keeps popping onto my front page five times a day? I'm only supposed to get 5 pageviews a day. D:. Someone tell him to stop it. At this rate I'll get to my next kiriban in half a month. [I think I'll go for 5555.]

I'm also thinking about chopping my hair off. D:. It'll grow back in a month anyways.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/19417984/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/19417984/ Tue, 15 Jul 2008 21:27:37 PDT
It's been a little less than a month since my last journal but there's not much to tell other than the fact that my life is constantly being invaded by DDR. D:. [...yeah, Alex. D:. Yeah. But you gave me not-cake so it's okay.]

Oh and a lot of things are kind of fail. For example, this chinese lady at Metro in line for McDonald's, my brother the fail not-ninja, my sudden inability to do anything [courtesy of porcrastinatorian genes] ever since Alex's b-day, my brother, and the lack of Ghost Hound.

Ghost Hound is cool. Go watch it. /advertise

Oh and the whole point of making this journal: [link]

did a collab with me. :3. I drew, she coloured. Lol. CAUTION: GREEN.

Now I go back to not-drawing.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/18957147/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/18957147/ Fri, 20 Jun 2008 20:43:04 PDT
Anyways, reaccounting today's um...happenings.

I've finally witnessed a stereotypical highschool/soap opera-esque situation. The kind you only find in movies and read in novels. D:. It was...kind of weird.

So I went to the Ladies room before my exam [since it's the smart thing to do] and when I was in the stall, I overheard girl H talking to some other girls in my grade about her...bra. [Well, she called it her bra shirt...] And then the other girls made some mention about her wearing it for her boyfriend, guy J [that sounds so......cheesy already] or something for after the exam. And girl H was all 'No. We had a mutual break-up, you know.' -insert banter and explanation here- [My friend doesn't like that girl H is going out with guy J but not many people truly like girl H...because she apparently talks about people behind their back or something. D:. I don't know, she doesn't really dislike me much but I'm on friendly acquaintance level with her so whatever.] And then I opened the stall door ['cause I'm not going to stay in there and wait for them to leave or something, that's just silly] and they were conveniently ALL gone. O_o.

I dunno. I just found that really.....conveniently cheesy. D:. [Lol, isn't it so obvious who those people are?][Is this how information is spread? Through eavesdropping in Ladies rooms?]

So I did my Socials provincial. It wasn't that bad. Then I berated my chem teacher about his stupid mishap of losing my chem final exam...though he omitted it so I'm just getting my class mark [since it's not a provincial]. Went searching for Lucy's Spanish teacher...and came across my French teacher talking to my Yearbook teacher...and she [the French teacher] was all 'You rock, girl!' to me. O_o...

Yeah.

We played a bit of fail-soccer on the turf field after. We could seriously harness the heat radiating out of the field to power our school, wtf. Then I got er....'seduced' by Jimmy into going to Lynn Valley Mall where they ate sushi and I got bubble-tea. Then we went to the library and browsed through the 'harlequin romance' spinny shelf [<---actually pr0ns. No I'm not kidding you] and laughing at the incredibly cheesy titles...and writing retarded messages in the log-in text boxes on the computer. [Mostly hit-on lines.] Then we frolicked over to this park for a while, ran through the water sprinklers three times [I did anyways] and blew a lot of bubbles. Went back and kicked Yam out of the group on the way. Got stalked by Jerry's little brother at the gas station. Went and stalked Jerry at the library. [But she was totally stalking us since she'd been in the silent study room for 4 hours, during which we were there.] And then we took up space in the little manga corner and talked spoilerifically about Harry Potter to Lucy. [She wanted to know who dies since she stopped at the third book.] Then I ditched and went home. D:.

The End.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/18901524/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/18901524/ Tue, 17 Jun 2008 21:32:08 PDT
What is it? Well. After the [horrible for me] English exam, I walked out to find my brother waiting for me, thought I was hallucinating, and walked home. While we were mozying down Hendry [that street that never was], something bounced off my face and stuck to the inside of my glasses.

It was a ladybug.

Yeah.

Now, here's a question. If it's said that having a ladybug land on you without your intention you receive good luck, does that apply if it bounced off your face and onto your glasses?

I wonder what was wrong with it, unable to see such a huge obstacle in its flying route. Anyways, I let it ride with us for about half a block before it took off probably 'cause it realized we're going opposite directions or something. Hmm.

...and that concludes this journal entry. [Yeah, I wrote a whole journal entry about a ladybug bouncing off my face.]

P.S. I just finished pre-reg-ing for AE. 8D. Yay.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/18792976/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/18792976/ Wed, 11 Jun 2008 22:02:51 PDT
I spent all of break, spare, and lunch working on distributing yearbooks. X_x. Had to move tables, boxes, books, more tables, ugh. I don't want to move things for a long time. D:. At least I got to get sweet revenge against MT [<--jerk from my elementary school who jammed a broken branch into my arm]. He strutted up to my table with his hands jammed in his pockets and I was all '^^ Here you go.' 'What's this?' 'Your library fees. Please pay those or else you won't be able to pick up your yearbook. Good day!' '...*scrunches up note* *stalks out*'

Got my yearbook though. People need to sign itttttt. X_x. It's got my name stamped in gold on it. 8D.

After school, Meru and Philly came! That's and , dontcha know. And we stalked Po-ke to her house. >_>. And we sat in her kitchen and ate rice krispie squares and yogurt, and watched television. Lol.

Then we had the awards ceremony. It was probably the most eventful awards ceremony we've ever had. The mic went LOLOLOL I HATE YOU, VICE PRINCIPAL and died seven times consecutively. The lights went off when I was one person away from walking onto the stage. And Yam or Rumtine went up several times and got two shiny shiny medals. D:. Shiny.

Ugh, I have a test tomorrow...and I haven't studied...which I'm not going to do anyways. D<. Screw it. I'll fluke. >_>. I can do it. I hope. D:. Ajkkjdfkljflks. Friday is skirt day~ Are you guys ready? o3o.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/18686685/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/18686685/ Thu, 05 Jun 2008 19:58:29 PDT
Looks like someone got my 4000. : D. I swear it was at like....3980 yesterday or something. Huh.

So. Current news.

It seems I broke myself today. D:...sometime in Chemistry that is. [<---related? Mebbe.] I went from ^o^!!!! to ._. in a split second. D:... But I got a Jimmy hug out of it. : D. And she initiated it too. <3. And she gave us fat whales to devour. : D.

Put too much....stuff in the muffins. D:. So they are obesely hoo-mongous. Oops? I think not. D:. Oh well, they'll just have to make due. [D<. My family is eating them all when they suck...*only has three left* X_x.] Cupcakes.........: D. *grabbyhands*

I also think my brother is broken too. D:. From being cooped in the house too long. He's even more annoying than usual. [<---has to quit playing his computer all the freaking time. D:.]

Ajsfdksjfljsfkdl. English unit on Poetry is pwning my behind. We're....studying meters. Even though they won't show up on the exam... Hmm. D:.

I still hate colouring you know. I really do. *gnaws on pencil crayons* X___________x. I hate it. *already coloured out of the lines*

P.S. A = Die. : D.

]]> *Ankaris http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/18551050/ http://Ankaris.deviantart.com/journal/18551050/ Wed, 28 May 2008 20:36:56 PDT
But.
If you manage to get 4000, 4400, or 4440, I'll still draw a little something of your choice. If you want it. Just because I like the number four.

Exams are coming up soon but I'm feeling oddly confident that I'll do decent. It must the abrupt arrival of the summer heat that's getting to me. That and my fatigue-induced drugged-like states during school hours.

Oh, and Yam is talking dirty to me at this very moment. Thought you'd like to know.

Pre-regging for AE and looking forward to it when it comes in the summer. I hope I will be able to cosplay [for the first time] but seeing as how lazy I am, I doubt it.

In other news, this weekend's very Sunday, June 1st will be the very first celebration of Zombie Pikachu Ice Cream Day in memory of the Pikachu Ice Cream that rose from its popsicle marked grave, ice cream, candy cheeks and all. We'll currently deciding whether to celebrate it on the coming Friday or on Monday. What do you guys think?

If you've noticed, though it's understandable if you don't, there was been character sheets popping up in my scraps lately of original character. There's the slightest chance that I may start a webcomic [<---but I once again doubt that.]. I still can't figure out how to draw their faces 3/4 view without completely screwing them up.

That is all I have to say today. Have some lovely pre-exam cramming weeks. : D.

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