Discoveries

I've made some interesting discoveries recently! Since I don't feel like structuring a decent post, I'm going to list them below.

1. Cold Creme. Seriously, this stuff is amazing. I've used it to get stage makeup off my face since I started ACAS, but I never considered using it beyond that. However, I've been washing my face with it in the evenings and my skin has been nice and soft. Even though I've heard mineral oil is not good for your skin, it hasn't done anything bad to mine yet. The stuff is really greasy though.

2. Demi Lovato can actually sing. Somebody sent me a "Disney Stars with Actual Talent" email as part of a chain, and I was really impressed.

3. No matter how good you are at what you do, you're going to have an idiot's momenta and forget everything. I could not remember how to turn on the lights to the auditorium today for the life of me.

4. A surprising number of people marry their high school or college sweethearts. Not sure why, but all these stories keep popping up. Isn't that strange?

5. Cliff Bars have 22 grams of sugar... and a Hershey bar has 24. Lovely. Glad to know my school isn't selling "candy" anymore in the hopes that the school gets more "healthy".


Well, there you go. Anything surprise you here?

Uneventful Sunday

There's no real reason to post today except that it's the first of September. I cannot recall if that means it's really the "first day of autumn", but for all intents and purposes I think it is. Sadly, Natalie's first day of autumn was spent indoors alternating between having the aircon on when the room got stuffy and off once I froze.  Gloriously exciting, I know.

Though from what I understand it's quite warm in Boston, I'll recount what it was like to be small waiting for autumn to really settle in. The last days of summer were lazy and hazy- thunder in the midst of a dark day, or so bright opening up your eyes was hard. The pool at the local community club got filled with dead bugs and pine leaves as people went on last-minute summer holidays. It was too hot to really do anything at all, yet sometimes the nights cooled down just enough to remind everyone that eventually, winter would come.

I miss knowing that there would be change. The "rainy season" and "dry season" business doesn't really do it for me. This is my third year living here, and in a lot of ways it feels like my first. Social aspects aside, without a change of season it is hard to remember that time is really moving forward. I suppose not growing taller any more doesn't help the situation. Lately when I've been looking in the mirror I've realised that my hair has actually gotten rather long. Not as long as when I moved here, but fast approaching. When I leave, it will be the same length as when I arrived- like I had never been here in the first place. Isn't that curious?

There is no way to judge time here in Singapore with everything so rhythmic and predictable.

Pondering leads to dreams, and dreams lead to cheesy songs. This cover sounds better than the original... but the lyrics are still cheesy!

Singapore Toy, Game and Comic Convention

What a day! I don't think I could have ever anticipated having such a busy and fun day.

This morning started out as not-that-fun, namely because I had SAT tutoring. It wasn't that bad at the end of the day, namely because my tutor was pretty cool overall. Apparently I do math like she's never seen before... which is fairly intuitive, with illogical jumps in steps and stuff. Maybe this is why I'm not doing too badly in stats- I am able to sort of explain my answers and all.

After that I ran around getting ready for the Singapore Toy and Comic Convention, which was held at Marina Bay Sands. It was a lot of fun! There was a TON of Iron Man stuff- life size replicas of practically every suit ever. There were also amazing cosplayers- I'll update this post later with pictures, maybe. I was in old-school Kuro Lolita, which wasn't very creative but was very cute.

After STGCC, a bunch of my friends went over to a friend's house. We ended up watching Ah Boys To Men 2 and ordering pizza. It really wasn't too bad at all.

There's a party raging either outside my apartment or at Scape- in all honesty I can't tell. It's quite loud and I really hope it ends soon....


Lookie, I found this song. I actually knew about it a while ago, but since it's (sort of) appropriate now, here it is. Hope I haven't posted it on here already, but whatever.

My Dad Likes Geckos! But....

Here's a quick little story about why living in Singapore is often quite amusing. See, my father and I are pretty certain there's a sort of "Gecko Season" that occurs about the same time as the rainy season. When this season occurs, there are lots of rather good-sized geckos running around (and some small ones too). We know for certain there are a couple living in the kitchen, and there may be one who hangs out in my bathroom (but not confirmed). Anyways, yesterday morning was a little bit of an event.

Every morning, my dad fixes me breakfast before I come out of my room. Yesterday morning when he opened the plate cabinet, a really big gecko fell out and landed on a tea-jar. By the time my dad has processed what he was seeing, the gecko had disappeared. We then proceeded to have a pretty normal morning. However, after he sent me off to school he went to go take a nap (which he does every morning). Lying down on one side, my dad felt something move on his opposite hip. It wasn't a muscle twitch.

IT WAS THE GECKO!

That thing was hanging out on his pyjama pants for easily half an hour, and he didn't squish it!

So yes, my dad likes geckos... to a point.

Lunchtime Posty Post

Well, I'm sitting around at lunch with a bunch of friends and figured it was a good of time as any to blog. Dance class was pretty interesting today. My partner and I have a significant amount of our dance done, which is a real relief. However, a lot of the dancers here are obsessed with learning how to "twerk". Now, I've already written about "twerking" on this blog, and wasn't thinking I would ever mention the darn "dancing" again. Yet after having tried and failed to learn how (I have ABS, or Asian Booty Syndrome), I have still come to the conclusion it's an extremely stupid trend. Why on earth would you want to shake everything for the world to see?

Anyways, today has been pretty tiring. My school is doing this whole "progressive learning" thing, which means weird grades and confusing markings. Basically it is grade inflation without the decency of calling it that if you ask me. Regardless, it does make you worry less about grades: A+ is almost impossible to get, so you shoot a little bit lower and almost always get it.


Here's a song I've been listening to lately, even though today is Thursday.

My Thoughts on Miley Cyrus

Well, it seems like the newest, most popular thing to do these days on the Internet is to comment on Miley Cyrus outrageous VMA performance. Since I'm all about jumping on bandwagons, and was talking to someone at school about this today, let's get going~

First of all, what is with her tongue? I'm 99% certain no one wants to see her tongue hanging out of her mouth like a dog. Not only is it incredibly unladylike (though I have been known for sticking my tongue out at people in jest), but it's pretty gross.

Second, what the heck is she wearing?

Darling, there's something called "flattering clothes". They are different for everyone and often depend on body type. However, some things are NEVER flattering- namely, clothes that make you look naked on stage, or shape your butt in strange ways. Please put some real clothes on.

What really annoys me about various celebrities in the influence they have on people. I see lots of dancers trying to figure out how to twerk, when in reality we could all do with a little less booty shaking and a little more intelligent conversation. I'm not into clubbing (have never been to a club), but I'm sure that people are trying to act like Miley and whoever else.

Trying to emulate this sort of thing isn't sexy or cool. It's probably a bit dangerous really, since everyone gets unrealistic expectations.

The biggest thing that worries me about these videos is the message they send to all of society. These videos and behaviours are unhealthy. There are no limits or boundaries to these videos. It goes beyond what is tasteful and what is not. While I am pretty sex-positive and believe people can do whatever they want behind closed doors as long as it's consensual, I don't think blatant sexual imagery does anyone any good. The amount of attention that this sort of thing gets (which I am unfortunately contributing to) means that can hardly be considered art: rather, it is spectacle.

Embracing one's sexuality is called growing up. Waving it around in everyone's faces often damages women's impressions of themselves. Are all women supposed to flaunt their curves and twerk in order to get men's  attention? And does it matter what sort of attention they get?

I wonder if Miley Cyrus has a sense of shame anymore. She obviously doesn't have a sense of modesty if she's letting everything hang out like that. I hate to think about how ashamed I would be if via magic and ultimate stupidity I did something like that. I don't think I would want my name, family or image attached to such a terrible show- or message.
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You know, her backup dancers weren't so bad, except for the twerking. Pretty high kicks and such :D

Breathing

Somehow or another, I'm still breathing. I haven't romantically dropped dead only to be revived by magic. I would also like to believe I haven't been an overly melodramatic teenage girl- you know, the sort that irritates movie viewers and drives parents near-insane. It's time for me to refocus. I seriously need to get into the SAT prep, the college application, and all that other good stuff. Oh, and a social life would be nice too. And dance. Have to get that sorted.

Speaking of dance, I wrote a poem about Alice.

Alice

She tumbled into Wonderland-

A place of youthful dreams.
But the hypnotic Kingdom

Was not exactly how it seems. 

Eerie silence on the edge of song, 

Vivid pretenses concealing sorrow. 

Alice explore far and wide to find-

A land with no tomorrow. 

Knowledge intertwined with madness, 

Repressed liberation dreams abound.

Sadly for poor sweet Alice dear, 

She could not raze what she had found. 

Well, it's better than no poem at all I suppose.

Evidently, I am scattered.