How about some colour to confuse everyone? I say "Hellz, yeah."

Days remaining (a): 4
Days remaining (b): 19

(a) Submit 2,000 word History of Mass Communication and Culture essay
(b) Submit 1,200 word Introduction to Human Communication essay

Feeling: Groovy
Listening to: Paper Airplane Dream by The Lyndsay Diaries

Apparently I've been, as you young people say, "tagged" by Sofieee.

1. Take a picture of yourself right now.
   
2. Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair... just take a picture.
   
3. Post that picture with NO editing.
   
4. Post these instructions with your picture.
   
5. Tag 5 people to do this.

I do believe I have broken the rules somehow by not taking a picture as soon as I found out I was tagged and actually just waiting for the day I looked okay enough to take a picture of. To make up for it though, I have displayed my natural happy face behind a grainy picture (which is actually a cut out of a print screen of me 1.3MP webcam-ing with Azmin), and that, surely, must count for something. :]

In terms of "tagging", I don't actually think I know five people that read this online journal I keep, so I shall be totally realistic and tag Azmin Jay, Chris Kang, Jamie Oliver, John Mayer, and I'm feeling a little sexist so, umm... Mischa Barton.

Now, I give you the essay-writing progress report of a Bachelor of Arts of Journalism, Film and Media Single Honours undergraduate (I never realised how long that could be, hahaha. Long):

15th November, 01:13: 190 words, 1,810 more to go.
15th November, 17:59: 184 words, 1,816 more to go.
15th November, 19:54: 243 words, 1,757 more to go.
15th November, 20:01: 251 words, 1,749 more to go.
15th November, 20:56: 311 words, 1,689 more to go.
15th November, 21:22: 416 words, 1,584 more to go.
16th November, 00:16: 455 words, 1,545 more to go.
16th November, 00:24: 518 words, 1,482 more to go.
16th November, 00:34: 595 words, 1,405 more to go.
16th November, 23:40: 678 words, 1,322 more to go.
17th November, 00:50: 702 words, 1,298 more to go.
18th November, 23:47: 849 words, 1,151 more to go.
19th November, 00:06: 860 words, 1,140 more to go.
19th November, 08:35: 1,089 words, 911 more to go.
19th November, 09:32: 1,154 words, 846 more to go.
19th November, 10:02: 1,216 words, 784 more to go.
19th November, 17:52: 1,321 words, 679 more to go.
19th November, 19:44: 1,340 words, 660 more to go.
19th November, 22:13: 1,386 words, 614 more to go.
19th November, 23:04: 1,428 words, 572 more to go.
20th November, 07:49: 1,485 words, 515 more to go.
20th November, 08:02: 1,498 words, 502 more to go.
20th November, 09:23: 1,559 words, 441 more to go.
21st November, 01:18: 1,564 words, 436 more to go.
21st November, 00:10: 1,659 words, 341 more to go.
21st November, 15:01: 1,743 words, 257 more to go.
21st November, 15:22: 1,786 words, 214 more to go.
21st November, 16:19: 1,952 words, 48 more to go.
21st November, 17:52: 2,033 words, -33 more to go.

If this proves anything, it's that I worked more late at night until I switched completely and did it after waking up really early in the morning. It also shows that I only have one more essay to write. Which is good news, fo' sho'. (Yeah. That was of no relevance to anything at all, but I like to see the gradual increase in number of words. It symbolises my descent into adulthood. Hahaha (Not really).)

Nonetheless, here is the countdown we all wait for everyday, I'm sure:

Days remaining (a): 5
Days remaining (b): 20

Oh, yes. The question that remains: Who wants to read my essay? It's about the Power Rangers, I'm sure you will find it wonderfully entertaining. :D Yes, that was indeed my manipulative method of advertising, and it just so happens to consist of a few fabrications of the truth, but who really cares about the truth these days anyway?

Here's the Capitalism video I made for Media Scholarship (which, might I add, is made only made up of images I got from searching with Google Images, except the title, credits and background) because I'm cool:

I call it...

Capitalism: The Never-ending Lie
(And it isn't at all cynical, in any way. :D)


And soon I shall click the "Publish Post" button which will bring me one step closer to world domination by slowly taking up all the webspace on the internet. I know, I'm so smart and sneaky, but that's why they call me Moosey (Because moose are even more cunning than foxes).

This has turned into a very long post. Even better for that plan I had (Please refer to previous paragraph).

(a) Submit 2,000 word History of Mass Communication and Culture essay
(b) Submit 1,200 word Introduction to Human Communication essay

Listening to: Walking On Sunshine by Katrina And The Waves

I don't want you back for the weekend, not back for a day. No, no, no. Baby, I just want you back, and I want you to stay. I'm walkin' on sunshineeee, woah.

It's funny because there's no sun in Cardiff right now. HAAAAAAAAAAA.

Oh, yeah. I NEED TO SLEEP.

Days remaining (a): 9
Days remaining (b): 24

(a) Submit 2,000 word History of Mass Communication and Culture essay
(b) Submit 1,200 word Introduction to Human Communication essay

Feeling: Confused
Listening to: Parker by Automatic Loveletter

It's that time again! :D

Yes! The time when I put up a countdown for some kind of event that is to take place some time in the future.

Days remaining (a): 13
Days remaining (b): 28

Notice anything different?

Why, yes! A first ever double countdown! Ommagadddd.

Looking at that countdown, I realise I should really be doing my work right now. Stupid internet. Getting me distracted and everything.

(a) Submit 2,000 word History of Mass Communication and Culture essay
(b) Submit 1,200 word Introduction to Human Communication essay

Feeling: Tired

I've been looking at Power Rangers information all day. I need a break. *Gasps for air.

Feeling: Alert

I had my Media Scholarship presentation today. The Cushion Club (that's ussssssssssss. :D) did it on Fandom: Fan communities and their creative output. I got home around 7:15PM and as soon as I did, I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep for two hours. It was very disorientating 'cause I woke up and was just so confused. Kind of like this one time I decided to sleep in the afternoon and so I woke up thinking it was 5AM when it was really 5PM. I spent a few minutes walking around the empty house, wondering where everyone had gone so early and why it was so light outside. :D

Anyway, because I have strange bodily functions, especially after I wake up dazed, now, my eyes are like this: O.O

Feeling: Squeaky
Listening to: Sympathy For The Martyr by Straylight Run

I'm sure I meant to have something wonderful to say. Until...

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I WAS ABDUCTED BY ALIENS!
Shocking, yes. And very unexpected. I was just minding my own business when whoosh! I was in a strange place filled with equally strange-looking creatures. I had absolutely no recollection of how I got there, but I am now a changed person. And the moral of the story is that anything is possible. So, love your parents.

I would go into details, but I don't think you really want to know... If you know what I mean. :/ Yeah.

CHANGING TOPIC BECAUSE THE PREVIOUS ONE MADE ME UNCOMFORTABLE!

My, what strange weather we're having lately. Would you like a cup of tea? :]

Feeling: Hungry
Listening to: Fight Song by The Appleseed Cast

I think I just needed to see Eleena 'cause now I feel better about this place and it doesn't seem so horrible. My hypothesis is that because I was dragged away from my comfort zone and dumped in a foreign land so suddenly (Though it wasn't the most sudden, it was indeed sudden), I had held in lots of bitterness and I just needed a bit of that comfort zone to make everything better. I should write a thesis on it. But anyway, because of her (Eleena), I don't enjoy microwavable dinners anymore (And it's what I've been relying on for two months). :[ Damn her and her ability to cook!

It hailed today. I first thought it was raining. Then, I thought it was just windy. Then, I looked out the window and thought it was hailing. Then, I Googled and thought it was sleeting. Now, I believe it was hailing, but I could be terribly wrong. Yes, it was a very complicated process.

So, if you couldn't take the hint, I have made my first solo train experience and survived, as well as ventured around Keele, Stoke-On-Trent, Newcastle and Alton Towers. I'd say that's quite an achievement. Go, me! :D

And now, I bid you adieu. But before I go, where are you, Azmin?

Oh! And because we're on the topic (Haha, we are so not. :D), I decided to choose Communication as my additional subject because in the little caption describing our choices, it said it would come in handy (I can't think of the exact word. And it was a really cool word! :[) to students studying Media.

So, because I'm so cool and I know you're all just dying to know, here's what my timetable's like for this term:

Monday:
11:10-13:00 | Media Scholarship | Biosciences 0.01
13:10-14:00 | Introduction to Human Communication | Psychology 1.05
16:10-17:00 | Media Scholarship | Biosciences 0.01

Tuesday:
11:10-12:00 | Introduction to Human Communication | Law 0.22
15:10-16:00 | Media Scholarship seminar | Bute 1.26

Wednesday:
11:10-13:00 | History of Mass Communication and Culture | Law 2.27

Thursday:
10:00-10:50 | History of Mass Communication and Culture seminar | Bute 1.26
15:10-16:00 | Introduction to Human Communication seminar | Optometry 1.08

The random underlined words at the end of each phrase in italics is the name of the building and the room number. The Journalism building doesn't have big enough lecture rooms so they like to move us around like robots. :D People seem to find it a bad thing, but the way I see it, I can pretend I'm a lawyer or a psychologist or an optometrist whenever I want to (You know me, always looking at the brighter side of things. I'm so optimistic. :D :D :D :D :D And smiley!).

I'm starting to cough up the yucky stuff. So, I better get my ass into bed now. *Snorts.

PS. Besides eBay, I think I'm also addicted to exclamation marks! I can't get enough of them! They just make every sentence seem so exciting!!!!!!!!!!

PPS. I forgot what I was going to say. Keep alert because I might remember and decide to update this little bit, but who knows? I'm unpredictable. Huhuhuhuuu. ;]

Feeling: Blaaaargh

Of all the things I could lose, I have now lost my voice. Thank you, Fresher's Flu, this is really a blessing.

I didn't think the next episode would be ready this soon (Please refer to previous post).

--WE WILL NOW CUT TO A SHORT BREAK FOR ADVERTISEMENTS--
Click to know how my Media Scholarship presentation is going.

--AND NOW, BACK TO YOUR PROGRAMME--

Feeling: Better

Now, I've lost a needle in my bed. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

What will be next? Stay tuned to find out what happens in the following episode of Things I Lose in My Room. Oooh. Suspense.

Feeling: Bubble-gummy
Listening to: Smile In Your Sleep by Silverstein

Nobody move. I believe have lost a piece of tuna somewhere in my room, and I think I'm only going to find it when it's all smelly and gross. You'd think 'cause my room's so tiny, it'd be really hard to lose stuff. And I guess that would be true if my room wasn't so messy. :D So, I shall sift through my belongings until I find something remotely similar to a piece of tuna. Awesome.

I also think I'm strangely addicted to eBay. Help!

Happy Spatula Day!

I owe you words.

Words that will soothe your soul and help you remember why you read my words in the first place.

Words that escape and find and love and hold.

Words that are there and yet fleeting.

Words that you know from the depths of what makes you who you are that you need them.

Words that I can't give to you just yet.

Words that will have to wait.


So, like... yeah.

I think I cried her all away.

Feeling: Tickly
Listening to: Cross My Heart by The Rocket Summer

I am so anti-social, hahahahahahahahahahahaha. And that automatically makes me cool, so suck on that, bitches.

BITCHESSSSSSS.

I have a blister on the back of my foot. Who the hell gave it the right to just barge into my life and attach itself to my foot?! Jeez. A little respect, please?

Anyway, where was I before I was so rudely interrupted by that asshole of a blister? Oh, yes. I had my first lecture today, hahahahahahahahahahahaha. And that automatically makes me cooler than before. Ever feel like everything is just repetition after repetition? :]

Feeling: Sick
Listening to: The Distance From The Bottom by The Black Maria

I don't really know what to say. So, here's a list of things I should say more creatively but just lack the inspiration (Azmin).

1. I'm here.
   
2. Not there.
   
3. I miss Azmin.
   
4. Kay, I miss everyone.
   
5. I feel extremely out of place.
   
6. Wo ai wo de nan peng you.
   
7. Saya sepasang kasut.
   
8. I like cheese.
   
9. Que te pasa?
   
10. I think I'm going to drink half a carton of milk.
    
11. Now! :D
    
12. Because I took it out the kitchen into my room.
    
13. And I don't want to bring it back.
    
14. Because that means I have to walk there.
    
15. And then find a place to put it.
    
16. WAAAAAAAAH SEEEEH.

Dude.

Feeling: Sluggish
Listening to: For All We Know by Nat King Cole

It all happened too fast, and tomorrow came too soon, but I suppose I should bid my farewell. :] There it is.

And now, because I believe this is another one of those exceptionally sad songs I always write about, I'm going to post the lyrics down, just so you know what I'm talking about.

For All We Know by Nat King Cole
For all we know, we may never meet again.
Before you go, make this moment sweet again.
We won't say good night until the last minute.
I'll hold out my hand and my heart will be in it.

For all we know, this may only be a dream.
We come and go like a ripple on a stream.
So, love me tonight; tomorrow was made for some.
Tomorrow may never come, for all we know.
If you recognise it, that may be because it's the song Mr. Powell sang at the final assembly for ISB's IB class of 2006-2008, but I could be wrong.

I'll see you soon.

Days remaining: 0

So, as you could possibly know already, I'm really, really, really, really, terribly, frightfully scared.

Please, Time... Stop.

I just need a little space to breathe, and right now, you're smothering me.



But that would only be possible in a magical, upside down world where people walk around on their hands and dogs are kept in fishbowls (dogbowls?) because apparently (or so they say), life is a sadistic bitch. She moves at her own pace, and she waits for no one (Though I do hope this is a lie - a horrible myth that people made up to scare little children into going to sleep at night. I mean, that makes more sense, right?).

I also don't know what additional subjects to take for my first year at university. But that's mostly unrelated.

Days remaining: 10 (FUUUUUUUUCK)

Feeling: Sore

I forgot to mention my grandmother's latest discovery (from talking to people I, nor anyone else, can see, I assume) in the last post. This happened when I entered the kitchen one evening to find her sitting in her usual spot at the table. Extending a hand in the form of a handshake, she expressed her congratulations and continued to speak in Chinese. Too fluent (Kay, I think I've forgotten approximately all of the Mandarin I worked so hard (Not really) to learn in those eight years at Chung Hwa Middle School) and fast for me to understand, I just smiled awkwardly. So, I was relieved when she changed her language of choice to English as she asked if I was happy and informed me that I was engaged to the son of a bishop, a boy that, according to her, comes from a very good family (who also consists of her adoptive parents, and who were, apparently, standing behind me), from whom I could learn a thing or two. It seemed I kept that awkward smile on my face forever because I wanted to laugh, and I guess she noticed 'cause she said I looked embarrassed. :D She gave me advice and told me to pray everyday. Finally, she asked if my mother knew (about my engagement, hahahaha) and I shamefully answered "Yes," in an attempt to ease her soul. Then, I ran out of the kitchen.

Hehehehe. :D

Note: I am not engaged (at least, not to a bishop's son), but you are welcome to send your congratulatory messages for entertainment purposes.

Also, to the boy reading over my shoulder (;]), ai lahv yah.