Soccer players are ACTUALLY Kungfu masters!

Random funness from the world of soccer for you all


RANDOM FACT: Aside from the fact the Oranje beat the U21 Italy team 2-1 (Like how the French soccer team is known as Les Bleus, the Dutch team is known as the Oranje which means orange in dutch. Yes, their uniforms are orange. Their last uniforms were orange tops and orange shorts and orange socks. Oh and the Italians wanted to be original since there are a lot of teams known as primarily Tricolore/Tricolor, they went with Azurri or Azur.)

The winning goal was scored by a fellow named De Ridder.

And no, sadly us soccer players don't know kungfu. Although! The Shaolin Soccer players do.

Anyway,

Yearbook insert-signing is fun. Signed one entirely in French parce que j'suis bizarre comme ça...woah. (Actually, it was Fred's who's incidently French). I'm slowly begining to find it strange putting an Ottawa tel n° in my friends' inserts. You know, it really has not hit in the slightest that I'll be moving sometime this August. Not one bit.

Oh and in Social, Poirier's got something almost similar to M. Fortin's French box machine thingy I heard he put students in if they didn't speak in French back at Branton. If you're caught speaking in English you must wear "le bucket" on your head until you, or anyone else, is caught speaking in English during Social. Quelle shock!

Speaking of Social, I think today I got the bad end of the Peer Evaluation thing for my essay. I got 3/5s for like exploration of the question, 3/10s for a bunch of stuff to where my average score was something like 13/30 or something strange. Got 26/30 from Poirier though and hurrah, a compliment on my language skills.

Oh and cookies go out to the UofO on an Immersion Admission's Test that really tested my French. Wow. (I got an 82,97%)

Also, to those who had Mme Cox, I have sent out an email to a bunch of you. Please do take the time to read it and reply. It's a shoddy email, but whoever said I was a pro?

Is it wierd that I am strangely happy that it is raining? (It's hailing too but meh) I think I'll go out for a walk in the rain and think. (even though I have homework to finish...)

Cheers

Grad.

*sigh*

Among all the slew of 'OMG Grad=AWESOME' posts I suppose I'm the only one whose blog entry won't sound as 'HURRAH' as all the others.

Well, the ceremonies were good. Didn't help that I was depressed for a bit. I walked halfway across campus to get the KN buildings and felt a bit sick for most of the performance (where I screwed up on my solo, but whatever.) because I hadn't had any water or anything to eat all morning. Brother and mum's friend did come though so that was nice. Dad was there too.

Dinner was okay too. Food was good too. I did talk to some alumni who were there which was fun. I didn't dance, I don't like dancing....maybe dancing would've improved my mood but still, I don't like dancing one bit. I got lots of comments about my dress that made me a bit happy but again, made me sad because, well, it would've been alot nicer if my mom was standing in front of me looking at me proudly and lovingly and hugging me saying how beautiful I was. No, no, the 'In spirit' comments don't work anymore.

You know what? Maybe if mum was there instead of 'In spirit' as many parents were telling me (which has gotten very annoying), I would've been less depressed, and this post would've been much much much happier. But er- due to some circumstances and something I believe called the Cycle of Life or Laws of Life or something, that's not entirely possible.

And after grad. Went to Amy's and didn't stay for very long. I hope those of you who stayed had a good time. I wasn't feeling too good emotionally so I called dad to pick me up and I went straight home and quickly went to bed and cried. Grads are not supposed to end where the graduate goes home and cries I don't believe, no? And the first thing I did when my eyes popped open was I cried. Gee Gilligan.

Also, I feel the need to mention that ethnic jokes, when someone from the ethnic group in question is present, are not funny in the very least.

Anyway, I've been up since 9...I think I'll go out and aimlessly wander about the city in an effort to not feel depressed and get some quick banking done. I will debate if I want to fully remember this grad or not while I'm out later today.

Anyway, I hope everyone's grads went better than mine,

-Moé

EDIT IMPORTANTE:
Has anyone seen my camera? I think I may have left it at Amy's.

The day.

Went over to the University to meet Vanccie at Otafest. Was introduced to a slew of friends she's been hanging with who were all artists and were selling and drawing art. It inspired me to try something next year at CN Anime or Anime North if I wanted to make some $$. It is a perfect excuse to get my creative juices flowing again. The vendors and the Artist Alley were held in the huge MacEwan Hall hall (the one where the Model UN dinner was) so it was pretty overwhelming. Got dragged by Vanccie to oogle like kids in a candy shop at all the things the vendors had brought. (I won't disclose how much I spent) It was fun spending time with her.

Oh, there were some fantastic cosplayers (some were...eh) I took pictures had laughs with random people over anime and just general things.

Otafest still continues tomorrow so I may go again, just not for...*counts* 8 or so hours. Oh and this guy proposed to his girlfriend at the convention.

It was a nice, fun, way to keep my mind occupied.

Anyway, I'm going to try and catch up on homework and get to untying the rest of my hair.

Friday...

Came in, felt ill, wrote my unit test on Patterns in Math and my essay in Social as best I could because I just felt so ill. Not from eating something but from being so depressed and being weighed down. I'm sorry if I annoyed anyone on Friday because of that.

Also ended up finding out something I wish I didn't about someone's current health, broke down in a public area. I have never cried to the point where I was shaking afterwards since I had learned mum was sick 5 yrs ago. Was accompanied by three friends (thank you, guys) to a bench nearby. Said individual's health status is going under rumours because I don't want it to be true even though it came from a very credible source...

Got to talk to my brother (BC) last night. Wish he could be here sooner. (He'll only here for a day)

Couldn't watch the clips of the ceremonies for Nichola. I could barely get past the first bit...I just got flooded with too many terrible memories and have been for the last few days. This is actually one of the rare times where I absolutely hate my audio-photographic memory.

Anyway, I'm going to go to bed. Blogging during something like this makes me feel wierd. I will spend some time acting like a kid with my best friend at my last Otafest tomorrow afternoon at the University.

Bonsoir.

In closing

In closing,

When someone goes through something like this, having friends present is probably the greatest gift on Earth. From begining to end. Kate, if you read through my relevatory entry and I'm sorry if you had to, I want you to know that we're all here for you and that I'm terribly sorry and know that I, we all, love you dearly. When you feel you want to, don't hesitate to talk to me.


Right now, I have lost all faith in the media. Fuck the media. If any member of the Canadian media is surfing here or some heartless retard thinks it's fun to pass off things to the media without the author's knowledge, you know what? Go ahead, quote my two recent entries. I'll give you a large piece of my mind if I feel I have to.


In some other news, I've made a decision.

I'm going to Ottawa.

moé,
Amlaké

I don't know how in the world to write an entry with all that's gone on but we all know what's happened and those of you who weren't present get to hear me speak again and maybe I sound like a broken record, or something or other that I can't describe and I know all of you are smart strong people and probably know that you should be doing this...

Kate and her family need all the help they need right now and you guys know or may need a refresher that I'm speaking from a terrible experience. Don't be afraid to talk to her. I don't want her to end up like me. She's got a loving family and all of them deserve better than what I got. Look at what's become of me, I'm a mess. My dad's a mess. Everything is a mess here at home...with my life. Everything.

I was abandoned by everyone 5 yrs ago when everything happened....then again, I was a loner. When I got all those hugs and saw all these people suddenly caring for me, it was like I had been blessed or something. I felt so happy. But it only lasted a day and it was back to me being a loner. I got nothing after that. I kept everything inside and talked to no one. The only person who was ever there for me at school was my Science teacher.

Since then, my life has continued to spiral downwards. The first thing I was ever told since then was to "Get over it". I keep getting told what a strong person I am. Mum's friend says to me that it's incredible that I've been able to cope and walk on this far. For me, it'll be a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long road to whenever I recover. I suspect I might be in my 30s by the time I'm no longer feeling like I have been the last 5 yrs. Maybe by then I will realize that the mask I've been wearing all this time has got to come off. Maybe with some luck it'll be when I'm in my 20s.

God.

I feel like a greedy bum. It sounds like I'm all "me me me me, please help me" when really, I shouldn't be detracting attention from what's happened. I feel guilty. I don't know if I should or shouldn't but I feel guilty. Part of me wants to be like "Please, get on with helping Kate and ignore me" and part of me wants otherwise. Part of me even feels jealous. I don't want to feel jealous but I am. Part of me feels like an intruder...like I shouldn't be involved at all or showing anything like this, part of me doesn't.

I miss mum. I miss her alot. Not a day goes by where I wonder why did she deserve it, why did she have to get the one disease I thought she would never get.

It's been coming in waves since yesterday. One moment I feel...relatively okay, next it's as if all I want to do is cry but I can't as it recedes and then it comes back. I want to go and bawl like there's no tomorrow but my dad's always home. Anything I say to him is considered a lie.

Bloody hell.

In other news, I feel terribly ill and have lost my appetite.

Perhaps I'll re-read this tomorrow and wonder whatever the hell was wrong with me and delete it....or pretend like I never typed it up. I'm sorry you guys had to read through this. I'm sorry I'm such a greedy bum. All I've done is talk about nothing but "me me me me me me". I'm a bloody idiot.

I'm honestly sorry.

Badabing!

First off, I think we need to invest in one of those tall fans. My old colourful fan that I got as a gift from mum on a random day at the Bay (Hey, that rhymes! Perhaps I can elaborate more on it and use it for Writers Workshop as to not fail English! Hoorah) just isn't cutting it. It's still cute though :D

How come houses in Calgary aren't Install-In-Your-Window AC-friendly? Does everyone have to just buy those HUGE AC machines they install outside? *is used to the up-down style windows*

Second, I'm almost at the amount of assignments I need finished for the Finance part of the Ressource unit. Save, my questions that I need to submit are on my account at school so I'll just do the Budget assignment and the Final Assessment and the Am I Credit-wise quiz and start on the moving out assignment.

Then I'll be 60% done! (or rather, where I'm supposed to be at by the 21st)

Then, I can tackle English, write some WW submissions, finish my essay and two responses and have fun hanging out with Vanccie during the weekend at Otafest at the University (whilst spending lots of $$ because Otafest makes us both feel like kids at heart) and be in a good mood to see my brother by Tuesday. Alright. Oh and clean the house...ask dad to get a sofabed.

And I think I will avoid debating with anyone in the debate room because it's just nothing but pointless argument rather than intelligent discussion. Or so I think.

Oh hurrah!

Mungy (brother from BC) is coming next Tuesday! *widegrin*


Hm.

Time to clunker down and clean the house....somehow. Because a) Dad is going through everysingle videocassette he's ever taped on (it's 99.9% CNN! Le gasp stupéfié! :O) so there's roughly 30-40 cassettes lying in the living room b) the 'computer/soon-to-become guestroom' lacks a bed and is slightly messy with all my papers c) kitchen demands cleaning d) There's papers of my dad's that are in bags and such everywhere. I'm thinking of just grabbing everything and stuffing it in the basement which will basically solve nothing.

And the CBE fails for blocking BBC News.

Oh CALM...

Why must divelging my life be worth marks? That's one of the things I've never understood about CALM. (Mind, for 1/4 of the CALM curriculum, I'm finding it's more about divelging everything about your life than anything)

I have had to lie on most of the questions asked because for me, they're extremely personal questions.

Woah, mother's day

Aside the slight redundancy of it, I did manage to get all of grad shopping done...other than that, I've been in a depressive funk. Mom's friend invited her late-friends' daughters along for the shopping and I walked about with the feeling that they just wanted to be with her and I felt like I was just in their space. (In case the term "late-friends'" didn't give the hint, they lost their mom a few months ago) And now, I must catch up on all the CALM homework I have to do and all the English homework I've had to catch up on.

So,

How was everyone else's Mother's Day? :)

The final concert..

Well, before that, other than Friday night, the week was terrible. I got yelled by a member of the administration and had my Music Yearbook meeting taken over on Thursday by someone alot of you know (Hence how Benson got to be filming at the concert. I never gave the OK and no one on Music Yearbook knew about it so Paddock's probably going "WTF" as I have to discuss it with him. I do intend to give this individual a talk about "Team/group projects" and how one should discuss ideas not say "We're doing this and that and that and that" and cutting people off saying that we can't do this or that just only what I have said we will do and nothing else........Oh and that's also how it somehow was decided that people snd their photos to Benson which was why I erased it off the board because we were going to discuss about having a communal email like last year...) .BAH. hahah...I could rant further, but I won't.

Anyway, Band concert, yes.

It was great. For Wind Ensemble Mr. Paddock opted to have the front row get up near the end of Ballet Parisien and do the can-can (as the tune for the last few seconds of the piece is the can-can theme). Somehow I think Mr. Paddock was inspiried by the National Youth Band's extravagantness for Vientos y Tangos piece where members of the percussion put roses and hats on and clapped while an extra member of the precussion came about acting like Zorro.

Oh and during supper, mom's friend was making "I'm watching you" gestures at you-know-who. Apparently she saw. Mom's friend was also suggesting we migrate to where she was sitting and prop open this "How to talk agressively book" (something along those lines. It's a book about how to stand up to bussiness ppl or non-bussiness ppl or arrogant ppl. Quite amusing actually) and discuss about it loudly.

Symphonic was great too. Was down from not having received credit for my solo in An American in Paris so I sat there for a bit feeling a bit bitter but then we played Tchaikovsky's Finale and Kaity gave her wonderful thanks to Mr Paddock which brought everyone in Band to tears and the "This is our last concert here FOREVER" thoughts spread about and a few of us were crying and some Gr 10s were bewildered but kinda understood and a bunch of us got hugs from them. I love the Gr 10s. Then, we (Gr 12s) were told to bring in our uniforms and it was pretty argh. *sigh* You know, I might be one of those cool WIERD people who wears old school uniform stuff....lemme see if Mrs. Diegel will let me buy the band sweater...

I'm going to be in pieces at the grad ceremonies

And I love Mrs. Hirst (who doesn't?), I got two carnations from her as she gave a bunch left over to the Gr 12s.

Never thought I'd be missing it so much. I get such an emotional attachement to everything. =P

Time to write my last BAND NEWS article for the Advo-kindamightnotexistnextyear-cate. *sigh*

And deal with homework

And deal with the individual who took over my meeting and sent Benson in to film. Really, who wouldn't be mad?

And deal with Mother's Day.

And kick myself for having left the camera in my bag during the concert. Damned.

BTW, I got an 86% on my Sinusoidal Functions unit test. Hooray!

Gypsy Kings + Question for you better in Spanish than moé

So, I've just reminded myself of how much the Gypsy Kings were absolutely amazing when I used to yanked the cassette from mum and put it in the cassette player of our old car all the time. Just made my day back in Elementary. Plus, I am reminded somehow of all the evenings after dad would pick me up from Afterschool when we'd take 14th St all the way to down to 9th Ave and went to Gulf Canada Sq. to pick up mom from work.

One of the best spanish groups out there.

Hooray for Limewire...!


For those going "Why does that sound familiar?", you've all likely heard this song: Bambaleo ("Bamboleo, bambolea/ Por que mi vide, yo la prefiero vivir asi") Dad says it means to swing and I've very much taken a guess on the words sung in the chorus past Bamboleo, bambolea.

With my limited spanish, here's a questions for all you Spanophiles,

Is yo la prefiero vivir asi the same as 'je preferiais le vivre ainsi/comme-ci'...ish? It's maybe waaay off but vivir asi reminded me of vivre ainsi *shrugs*.

Hm. Time to deal with the insane Social project =O

PS. I am 18 1/2 yrs old as of yesterday :D

Free comics you say?

Went down to the comic book store to take advantage of Free Comicbooks Day. (Devon, I picked up some for you :) ) At Comic Kazi (because I convieniently decided to stop there on the way home), they had 5 comic artists and a writer. Two from Udon Comics ---Street Fighter--- Art Thibert from DC and one fellow who's names starts with an H from Marvel. The writer was Rich Birdsall who works with Art Thibert on Chrono Mechanics (which, by the way, is a series you should all look in to because it's funny!) I talked with --Rich Birdsall---and as I read Chrono Mechanics, I couldn't help but laugh. The first page, you're greeted by Geraldo in the middle of a newscast and I was like "Teehee!". He basically gave me a rundown of the story and mentioned that Warner Bros. had approached them saying they might do a cartoon which would be really neat. He was pretty enthuastic about the series and was really friendly! He says he loves Canada, btw. (and wishes to live here. lol)

So I can officially say, I've talked to a comicbook writer and watched Art Thibert at work on a pic of Superman. *nods* Actually, two comic writers. The second works with a fellow at Another Dimension whose art is on display right now at House Coffee(?) on Kensington and he talked with me about the comic industry and becoming a comic artist and such (it was purely random, mind, I was reading Superman/Batman so...). I did know who he was as he seems to be one of the regulars at House. It was pretty interesting.

Hm.

I think that was perhaps the brief moment of art-geekery in my life I must say.

Report card remains hidden. Off to read Gatsby aka catch up in English.

The day...

BTW, my brother from Vancouver is cool too. Basically told me not to worry about dad at grad and that he'll keep dad's attitude and such in check.

And I had good stuff happen today! (alert the presses!!!) I went to Branton, discussed this plan for a project/message/card project for Mme Cox with my old Math teacher, saw alumni-Mike who was also visiting and saw Ray and Jamie then, I saw a friend whom I havent seen since she finished Gr 6 last year. Known her for ages and so it was fantastic to see her for the first time in a while.

Also, there's a chance Music Yearbook can still happen so I'm happy. :D

Also, I have an idea for a project for Branton 03 alumni to do for Mme Cox. I'm re-writing the email that I'll send to as many people as I know. SHould have it sent by Sunday-ish.

Other than that, I'm hiding my report card and I have to tell my side of the English project drama-brouhaha to Mr Harker on Monday.

Semi, final decision with Univeristy

First off, my auntie is pure love and great source of help for all this University stuff. Geez, I should've just been calling her from the very start (while killing our phone bill along the way...haha)

Second, the plan is to send in both replies to Concordia and Ottawa. She told me that the way it works is that basically I can say yes to both and I can say no to either one, but taht I can't go and change my mind and change my no to a yes. If that made any sense to you guys, it did to me. I can stop stressing for a bit about where to reply to. I still have to choose which one I'll actually attend this fall.

Hooray for having a University Student Advisor for an aunt :D

So btw, group projects should be forever abolished. (even though we'll all have to face them again in University) And report cards tomorrow. Hm. Not particularily looking forward to that mind you. Or, well, my English mark anyways.

And all 5 movements of the ORIGINAL Lord of the Rings Symphony by Johan de Meij in the 1980s is pure brilliance. Why weren't some of these used in the trilogy too? (We're playing 1. Gandalf in Wind Ensemble at the concert next week) SPeaking of Band, people better show up at tomorrow's Music Yearbook meeting...

I need to call my brother and his wife about when they'll be coming this month. Hmm.

EDIT My brother's home number suddenly became his bussiness number? Huh?

This requires investigation...

Would you look at the weather outside...

It's snowing all blizzard-like and such out.

Ah, nevermind. It stopped and the sun decided to be evil and show itself.