My New Dolly!

When I'm bored, I like to make things.  Today, I made myself another dolly!  ^_^

It's rather ugly and rough, but I love it just the same.

Here's a pic of it:

Here's a close-up:

If you're wondering why it looks so miserable...well, I found it cuter that way.  ^_^

I made it out of old cloth fabric from abandoned pieces of clothing around the house.  The scarf is a shoelace.

Well, do you like it?  I worked quite hard on it!

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Comic Strip #1

I'll post new comic strips by me every once in a while.  ^_^


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-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Princess and the Pea - Chapter 3

GAH I was just brushing my teeth with the most disgusting flavour of toothpaste ever....it tasted just like that gum I chewed!  BAH.

Anyways, here's chapter three:

Chapter 3:
“What!?” The prince and Linda shouted, both shocked.
Queen Lily looked at them sceptically, and they both regained their composure. “So, Princess?” She asked, waiting for an answer.
“Uh…” Linda didn’t know what to say. “Uh…I should go ask my parents first.”
“Alright then. You can go right after your breakfast.”
Linda’s head was spinning. She never knew it would have been so easy. A smile played at the corner of her lips. Part one of the master plan…finished.
After breakfast, Queen Lily offered Linda a horse and carriage to take her back to her ‘home’, Robin Grove. Halfway through the ride, Linda suddenly felt a sharp flick on her cheek. She knew that was her signal.
“Stop the carriage!”
“But princess, we’re not there yet.” The horseman looked confused.
“Just stop the carriage.” The carriage stopped and Linda got off. She started heading towards the forest, which was on the right side of the road.
“Princess Lila, why are you going to the forest? It is dangerous there.”
Linda ignored him and continued on, trudging deeper and deeper into the dark woods. Soon, she saw who she was looking for. Helen Crosby, her mother and the most powerful Dark Witch of them all. “So what are the plans, mother?”
Helen tilted her head. “I’ve already thrown the real King and Queen of Robin Grove into the shed down at the Dark Witch Inventory Market. No one at that kingdom has noticed yet, but they will soon. When you get to Robin Grove, I’ll be there posing as your parents. You’ll recognize me, so don’t worry about that. Just make sure you get married to this Prince Samson, am I clear?”
“Yes, mother.”
“Oh, and tell that wretched horsemen that you went to collect some Raspberry flowers for your parents. Here.” Helen handed Linda some fresh raspberry flowers, with the thorns all cut off. “They always grow best in the forest.”
So Linda went to Robin Grove and talked to her ‘parents’ about the marriage proposal. The king and queen, actually Helen underneath, agreed of course.
Before anyone knew it, plans were made for the most lavish wedding anyone could imagine for Princess Samson and ‘Princess Lila’.

Terry Fox Run

Like I've said before, I live in Canada, and every year, we celebrate a Canadian's hero:  Terry Fox.  Terry Fox got cancer and decided to run across Canada to raise money for the cancer research foundation.  But he lost his life to cancer.  -_-  Now, every year we must do the approximate same:  We run around and make donations.  ^_^

We ran the Terry Fox Run today at school.  The run is very tiring:  We must run around the huge track, down the street, and around the school building.  And on top of that, the number of laps we run counts for our Physical Ed mark.  I'm already somewhat failing, so I really ran my heart out.

Last year, I used to whack the heads of the people I didn't like with my water bottle.  It was super fun.  I still remember that guy's reaction:  "Hello."

I didn't do that this year though.  Anyways, I huffed and puffed and blew some houses down (kidding!)...and I ran six laps.  I only got five stamps though...the last lap wasn't recorded.  The people there told us to only stamp our RIGHT hand...and I think I know why.  Most people are right-handed, right?  So...if we stamped our LEFT hand, we could easily pull out a marker and draw a replica of it with our right hand.  POW, in your face.  That's LOGICAL THINKING to you!

But all the sweat really paid off.  Our school earned a lot of money for the cancer research foundation, and we got our daily exercise.  ^_^

RIP, Terry.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

The Princess and the Pea Chapter Two

Here's chapter two!

Chapter 2
The two witches on the roof stood up. One of them was the notorious Dark Witch Helen Crosby, who was known for tying up innocent people who walked through the forest and leaving them there to rot with her spells. She was tall, slender, and she had piercing indigo eyes and black lips. Her blue hair shined brightly in the morning sun. Beside her was her daughter Linda, slightly shorter but looking almost exactly like her mother. Her dream was to become queen of Daffodil Acres and make Dark Witches rule. Linda smiled. “Yes, mother?”
Helen Crosby threw her head black and cackled. “Linda, you know how the Queen is searching for a princess for her dear son?”
Linda nonchalantly cocked her head. “Yes, and what do you suppose we do about that, mother?”
Helen’s voice got sharper. “You are going to disguise yourself with the magic I taught you and impersonate a princess.”
Linda’s eyes widened. “A princess? But my spells don’t last longer than eight hours. And besides, what good would that do us?”
“You stupid girl. You are going to do Queen Lily’s little test. I’m sure that if you do exactly as I say, dear, you will be Daffodil Acre’s new queen.”
“Me, the queen?” Linda smiled. She liked the idea.
So the two witches made their plans on the roof unnoticed by anyone.
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In the evening, the doorbell of the castle rang. Queen Lily went to answer it. She opened the door to a girl with straight black hair that went down to her shoulders and grey eyes. She was wearing a simple yellow dress. “Welcome!” Queen Lily said. “You are Princess Lila of Robin Grove, right?”
The girl nodded.
“Very well. Tell your parents we are very thankful. It was very kind of them to make arrangements for you to meet Prince Samson.” Prince Samson was also there, but he remained a safe distance away from the princess. There was something sinister about the girl that he didn’t feel comfortable about.
“Yes, I will.” Lila nodded her head.
In truth, Lila was Linda in disguise. Linda and Helen had brought the real Princess Lila to the forest and chained her to a tree on her way to the castle.
“It is getting late. May I show you to your room?” Queen Lily led Linda to the same room Marilynn had stayed in the day before. Linda smiled. Everything was going exactly as planned.
Halfway through the night, Linda redid her disguise spell to make it last longer.
The next morning, Queen Lily asked Linda how well she slept. “So dear, how was your night?”
Linda knew exactly what to say. “I’m sorry, queen, but I did not sleep well at all last night. There was something poking me in the back the whole night, and it bothered me so much I couldn’t feel tired at all.”
Queen Lily felt so relieved. Finally a real princess came along. She could wait no longer. “Princess Lila?” She asked.
“Yes, your majesty?”
“How would you like to marry Prince Samson?”

My Butterfly Wind Chimes

Everyone has a good luck charm, might it be big or small.  Everyone has something that they love.  And same for me too.

I have butterfly wind chimes that I bought in Victoria's Butterfly Gardens when I was five.  The wind chimes are very beautiful, coloured bronze with little blue and green butterflies made out of metal and marble.  The wind chimes themselves produce a beautiful tinkling sound, incomparable to any other wind chimes.  There's a string that goes down from the wind chimes, and a blue marble at the end of the string.

What's so special and lucky about it?  Well, whenever I make a wish on it and pull on the string, my wish always comes true, no matter what I wish for.  I still remember when I was six.  I'd pulled on the string and said in my then-childlish voice:  "I wish I was a princess."  Then two days later, my father told me about my ancestors, who were sons of an emperor.  Logically, I actually was kind of a "princess".  I still remember how happy I was.  Ah, to be six again....

I also remember another wish I made, actually quite recently.  I wished for my band teacher to let me play the flute.  Voila, it came true.  ^_^  I now have a flute in a case on the dining room table, just waiting to be played.

There are more examples, but they're all quite personal, so I won't tell you them.  I'm just saying, my butterfly wind chimes have granted me a lot of my wishes.

I don't believe in magic anymore, but I do believe that my chimes have a special mystical power.

What do you suppose?  0_0

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

The Princess and the Pea - Chapter 1

I've decided to re-write the story The Princess and the Pea.  Here's Chapter one!

Chapter One
Once upon a time, there was a far away kingdom called Daffodil Acres. Like all kingdoms, there was a queen and a king who ruled it. And like all kingdoms, they lived in a castle with servants, maids, knights…and of course, their son, the heir.
Queen Lily and King Henry had a son named Samson, who was reaching the age of matrimony. Since King Henry was busy with other things, Queen Lily made herself responsible. Queen Lily got more frequently in his face, babbling on about whichever princess in whatever neighbouring kingdom and arranging meetings. Prince Samson never really cared, but willingly went to the meetings and other kingdoms in search of a princess suitable for him.
Queen Lily had this tactic. She would invite a so-called princess over for a night, and place a single pea under twenty mattresses and bed sheets. Her belief was that if the girl could feel the pea even under all that, she was a true princess. Only a true princess’s skin was so soft and sensitive, for only true princesses were treated to such delicate creams and lotions. But two months past, and Queen Lily did not find a single girl suitable.
One day, Queen Lily made arrangements for Princess Marilynn to come over. Princess Marilynn was a pretty girl with fair skin, emerald green eyes and curly carroty hair. She stood five foot five tall, and she spoke softly and moved with an easy grace. She was wearing a pink hoop dress with small matching slippers. The queen opened the door for her at exactly three o’ clock.
“Welcome,” she smiled. “You must be Princess Marilynn.”
“Thank you, your majesty.” Marilynn stepped into the grand castle, which contained over thirty rooms and ballrooms, with diamond windows and gold walls. Everything sparkled inside the Daffodil Acres castle, for everyday workers would scrub endlessly at the polished linoleum floors. “Where is Prince Samson?”
Queen Lily gently shoved her son forward. Prince Samson sighed and rolled his eyes. He was a tall, blonde boy with blue eyes.
Princess Marilynn curtsied politely. “Hello.”
“Hello.” Prince Samson rocked back and forth on his heels, not really caring.
Princess Marilynn saw his nonchalance and didn’t say anything more.
Queen Lily gestured towards the main hall. “Come, come!”
Soon, it was night time, and Princess Marilynn was brought to her room. She saw the humongous stack of mattresses and frowned. That was unexpected, she thought. But oh well.
Princess Marilynn climbed onto the bed and tried to fall asleep. But she couldn’t, for she felt something that was poking her in the back. But she couldn’t figure out what it was. The bump she felt kept her awake for the entire night.
The next morning, when the princess made her way into the main dining room, Queen Lily eagerly asked her, “How well did you sleep last night, dear?” The queen waited for Marilynn’s answer. Prince Samson was also there, staring at her.
Marilynn didn’t know what to say. If she told the truth, the queen and prince would probably get offended. So she rubbed her eyes and answered: “I slept very well, your majesty. Thank you for your hospitability.”
Queen Lily’s voice got abruptly sharper as she narrowed her fishy blue eyes and said: “You’re welcome. Now, please leave at once after your breakfast.”
Marilynn was dumbfounded. She didn’t know what she did wrong. But she lowered her head and weakly replied: “Yes, your majesty.”
After Marilynn had left, Queen Lily stood up in an outrage, yelling, “I can’t believe it! That was the 14th girl who impersonated a princess this week! What is wrong with these people? Can’t they feel the pea under those mattresses? Didn’t it disturb their sleep at all? I just can’t believe it.”
What Queen Lily didn’t know was that a witch and her daughter were right on top of the castle roof, pressing their ears against it, and they heard all that the queen said. The witch pulled her hideous lips back into an evil smile. “Linda, we have some work to do!”

Piano Class

I just got back from piano class at 2:40.  What a class!

OK, so my piano teacher Mrs. H first started showing me some Debussy preludes and we listened to them together.  I personally hate Debussy in general, so it was really hard for me to choose one that I actually liked.  But at the end, I chose the one that sounded the most decent and soft.

Then Mrs. H showed me the List E (20-21 Century) piece that she wanted me to do:  "Cat and Mouse" by Aaron something.  Blah blah blah, boring.

After that, to my disgust, Mrs. H made me do my technique practice.  I detest, abhor, hate, and loathe techniques, 'cause I kinda suck at them.  My left hand is always behind my right and my fingers don't listen to me.  So I naturally don't practice them a lot at home.  As expected, I failed the major scales in 6ths and 10ths completely and jumbled through the arpeggios like a fool.  If I had been with my old old teacher, she would have yelled at me in an insulting and hurtful way.  Thankfully, Mrs. H was nicer, and she started going through a long lecture with me.

She told me that all her bright, intelligent students have had similar problems.  Most of them just didn't see why we had to play the same thing over and over and over and over....again.  They would excel at their written exams and such but would struggle with the actual playing of the piano.  Mrs. H said that I was like that too.  She told me that I learned everything very quickly, and that I had a university-leveled brain, but not exactly university-leveled finger technique.  She told me that my fingers needed to catch up with my head and the only way to do that is through practice, over and over and over again, no matter how boring.

Mrs. H taught me good ways to practice my technique and improve, then half-way through that discussion, Mrs. H told me another story about one of her other students, supposedly her brightest one yet.  "He's now a medical doctor", she said.  "He was not only intelligent but he had acute hearing.  He was gifted in that.  He could be able to hear the slightest unevenness in tone and could tell when his fingers weren't playing at the exactly same time."  I could only stare at her and regret that my ears weren't as awesome as his.  Mrs. H finished herself off with this:  "You know, I'm just telling you this because I want you to know that there are different kinds of gifted children.  Your brain is quite good, so you should use it to try to get your fingers just as good!  Because right now, you still don't really sound like a grade 10 student."

I love the way my piano teacher phrases things.  She tells me exactly what I need to improve on and such without bitter harshness or hard criticism.  She would just smile and tell me:  "You need work a lot on that, young lady!"  And I would understand, nod, and smile back at her, feeling calm and sure, not scared and nervous.

Then Mrs. H made me play my Hadyn sonata for her.  She immediately pointed out that my left hand wasn't so even.  She turned the metronome on, and told me to play it again.  I did, and she said that it was much better with the metronome.  "But when you're at the exam, there won't be a metronome to help you!"  She taught me ways to steady it and ways to make my left hand softer and smoother.  All her methods miraculously work.  ^_^

Mrs. H has so much teaching experience it amazes me how she never gets bored of it.  She has this strong passion for teaching, and she puts a lot of effort into it too.  All her methods and ways to practice come from years and years of instructing and playing the piano.  She is a superb pianist of a ripe age and she has so much to offer us.  I feel really lucky to be able to have her as a teacher.  Her lessons are expensive, but every penny is worth it.  Even I am realizing that my tone and piano playing has improved greatly compared to when I first transferred to her class in February.

Though my playing seriously sucked, it was a good lesson.  I learned a lot this week and I believe that next week I'll learn even more from my fabulous piano teacher Mrs. H.  All that she had taught me will not be forgotten anytime soon.

"Life is like a piano....what you get out of it depends on how you play it." -Anonymous

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

The Importance of Slogans

Slogans, slogans....The small line of text that jumps out at you at the end of a commercial.  The phrase that "says it all".  The sentence...of wisdom.

OK, who here knows the restaurant McDonalds?  ^_^  You know it's slogan, right?  "I'm lovin it".  Hey, isn't that smart?

Everyone remembers the "ba-da-ba-ba-BAH I'm lovin' it".  It's a part of what makes McDonalds so popular.  Now, pretend McDonalds had a different logo.  I know, it sounds impossible, huh?  Well.  What if McDonald's had this logo?

McDonalds.  Where Mc met Donalds.

That just sounds too stupid. What about this then?

McDonalds.  Wash your hands before eating.

Now you see the importance of slogans and logos? ^_^

But one must choose a proper slogan. If you live in Canada, you'd know that there was a huge disrupt some time ago about a beer commercial. The commercial's slogan was "Colder than some people from Toronto". (In case you don't know, Toronto is a city in Canada). The Toronto people got kinda offended and blah blah blah....and at the end, the beer commercial got canceled. Oh well, it was their fault anyways.

There are so many other examples...but you get the point already, right?

CHOOSE A SLOGAN WISELY.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

P.S. I was browsing DeviantArt, and this is what I found:

That was found at this link.  Tell me if it's copyrighted because I seriously don't know.  0_0

Inactivity and Forums

Okay, I admit.  My blog...this blog...doesn't have many viewers at all.  In fact, I don't even think anyone's reading this right now.  But yeah.

Inactivity is a burden for anyone creating a webpage, forum, blog, etc.  You feel this emptiness that you can't heal or help right away.  An emptiness so empty that you could put this balloon in this humongous room and still the room would be......OK, I'm getting stupidly off-topic.  Balloons?  Seriously, what was I thinking?  0_0

Most people give up their websites.  Most people admit they're losers and continue on with their lives.  Most people are stupid.  But I'm not like that.

Hey, all you Tamagotchi fans out there, you might have heard about a forum named TAMAGOTCHI COOL.  It's on the official Tamagotchi website...you SHOULD know it.  >.>  Anyways, I own that forum.  It started out small and pitiful, a forum of 10 posts and 2 members.  I almost felt like giving up after 2 months of complete inactivity.  But soon after that, people started coming to my forum.  I started getting more members and posts....before I knew it, Tamagotchi Cool was a forum with 2000+ posts and 100+ members.

I was happy, and I loved my forum, even if it was made by Invisonfree and not coded by myself.  But it just didn't last.  My beloved forum of all my hard work got deleted before my eyes (for no apparent reason...I still don't know why).  I cried for 2 months.  But crying wouldn't help.  So after much pondering and planning, I made a new Tamagotchi Cool...the present Tamagotchi Cool with tens of hundreds of THOUSANDS of posts and a darn lot of members too, to top it off.  And even though I don't really go on it much anymore (school <.<), I still have some active members who still support me and my site....It's been three years since the deletion...(Click here to see the Youtube video I made for the 3-year b-day party.)

Tamagotchi Cool is an outcome of hard work and determination.  But still not enough hard work and determination.  If I had worked even HARDER, TC could be like TamaTalk right now.  But oh well, it's too late.  So I'm gonna work REALLY HARD to get viewers for this blog.  *feels the fire*

What I'm saying is that you should NEVER close down a website or forum just because it's inactive.  You WILL get viewers.  You just need to be patient and a good advertiser.  It's the same in life.  Work hard and do not give up.  It will all pay off one day.

And what I just told you is only one example out of millions and billions....

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Book Review: The Twilight Saga

Come on, everyone's heard of the Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer.  The awesome vampire-love story with lots and lots of 'bite'.  Usually girls read it, since "OMG Edward Cullen is SO hot".  I hear that a lot...

Book one, Twilight:  The series starter has a good beginning.  Bella Swan falls for Edward Cullen and finds out that he's a vamp.  Well, okay, that is a very typical/hackneyed beginning for a romantic book.  The guy is like a GOD, and the girl is way down below in social status.  Kinda like the mangas I read.  ^_^  But in truth, Twilight's plot appears way too late, in the middle-end.  You read through it for 18 chapters bored out of your mind with only the "hotness" of Edward to console you...and even when the plot DOES appear - it's still kinda boring.  You could even say that Twilight has no plot.  It's just a fangirl-y book of Edward love and obsession.  -_-

Book two, New Moon:  Edward leaves Bella in this book, and suddenly Jacob becomes a main character.  Bella starts to obsess over him.  OK, you might think it's just a friend worrying about another friend, but to me, Bella's just using Jacob to hide her pain about Edward.  You can tell that she's obsessive.  But I actually like New Moon better than Twilight.  Her pain and Jacob's transformation gives the readers something to think about until the plot appears...AGAIN late in the story.  Sheesh, Meyer should seriously think about where she places her plot.  -_-

Book three, Eclipse:  Wow, what a surprise!  Bella's obsessing again, and this time over both Edward AND Jacob.  What a loser.  Read it yourself to get the details 'cause I don't want to say much.  But just to give you guys a head's up, chapter 20 I think it was....well, anyways, that chapter isn't suited for children under 13.  Bella seducing Edward?  Come ON.


Book four, Breaking Dawn:  Meyer actually got sued because of this book.  Supposedly this other author wrote a book (also called Breaking Dawn 0_0) that almost had the exact same plot!  Huh.  Anyways, in this book, Bella gets pregnant and whatever.  THIS BOOK CANNOT BE READ BY IMMATURE CHILDREN.  So I'll skip the inappropriate details.  Bella becomes a vampire and starts obsessing again...this time over herself!  What a narcissist.  The Volturi come in and the atmosphere implys that there's gonna be a fight, but there isn't any fight at all!  Blah blah blah.  I find this book the WORST in the series.  I don't suggest you read it.  (You can tell, right?  My writing got noticably worse.)

You could say that the Twilight Saga is a book about love.  You can also say it's a book about obsession.  Your choice.

The characters aren't very admirable either.  Edward's suicidal, Bella's obsessive, Jacob's a bit wacko...etc.  I can't imagine anyone who would WANT to relate to them emotionally.

I used to go to a drawing class, and sometimes we would talk about random things.  One day, we talked about Twilight.  LOL:

Quote Jack:  "Edward likes Bella because she smells good and he can't read her mind.  Guess why Bella likes Edward?  He looks sexy.  His hair is sexy.  His breath is sexy.  I don't see any other connection between them."  That got him a few stares from the little kids, but whatever.

So anyways, say what you want, but that's my opinion. And to all you Edward Cullen fangirls out there: RETHINK. EDWARD IS A BAD CHARACTER. YOU PEOPLE CREEP ME OUT.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Names

I was reading a name-book about...well, names.  Like, what to name a child and whatsoever.  It said to not name a child something that would be made fun of.

So I started thinking.  What are names that would be made fun of?  Oh yeah...my name.  VICKY.  If anyone here knows the cartoon Fairly Odd Parents, you'd understand what I mean.  Icky Vicky the Evil Babysitter.  My name seems to rhyme with a lot of negative words, such as icky, sticky, sicky, picky...you get the point.  No wonder most Victorias like to go with the nickname Tori instead.  And to all the Nickis and Mickeys of the world....I feel sorry for you too.

The book's bad-name example was the name Luna, a rather pretty-sounding name.  The book said that bullies would think of that name as "Looney".  Looney, huh?  Wow.

It seems to me that all names can be made fun of.  Like...OK, this is too obvious, but the boy name "Dick" would totally be ridiculed.  The name "Babara" could be easily misunderstood as "BA-BA-rah", and Amy "Lame-y" isn't that good either.  And for boy names, who wouldn't be laughed at if your name was "Clifford"?  Sheesh, the world is cruel.

Foreign-sounding (or differently spelled) names are also a target for bullying.  Names that can't be pronounced correctly by most others, names that just sound weird....poor kids.  I have a classmate named Shan.  Did you think that it rhymed with 'fan'?  WRONG.  His name is actually pronounced as Shawn.  I have another classmate named Shana who always gets her name mispronounced as "Shaw-na" instead of "Shan-a".  Asian names like Qing or Tsung become "King" and "Tung".  Horrific.

The definition of your name could even be mocked.  The name "Peter" sounds totally common, right?  Its definition is "Rock".  Mean people could see that as "haha, your brain is a rock!  You are an idiot!"  Sad, sad.  The name Cecilia (or CiCi) means "Blind"...do I even have to say anything?

Your initials or how your first name sounds with your last name also matters.  Peggy Isabella Gringe (just an example)'s initials are P.I.G.  April May just gets laughed at.  Ho-hum-ho.

There are more and more examples...but I'm getting tired...You get my point, don't you?  There are SO MANY things to consider while naming a child.  Ugh.

Bye for now.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

My Youtube Video

I made this video for my forum, Tamagotchi Cool's third birthday party.



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Second Day of School

Okay, so today was my second day of school.  Yay.  Hooray.  Ho hum.

Due to some office glitch, we didn't get to see our new homeroom teacher and instead had to stay with our old one for the day.  ^_^

Our first assignment was to interview one of our classmates about their summer and present in French.  One of our classmates started to present.  Here's how it was appromixately (translated):

"Okay...my partner's NAME, and he spent his vacation staying at home like a caveman playing the computer, even though he sucks totally at MapleStory.  He did not make any new friends because he didn't really do anything.  Also, he got a haircut and now his hair looks horrible.  NAME had a bad summer.  The End!"

It was greatly insulting to that kid.  Yet somehow, he looked quite arrogantly proud.  0_0

And at lunch, two guys got into a huge argument over a simple piece of cheap candy.  A bunch of people tried to steal this other guy's candy, then one person wouldn't give it back and ugh...>.<  Immaturity...

We also watched a movie.  Yeah.  Not a very hard day...but kinda boring anyways.

I hope tomorrow will be better...

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

My First Day...Or Half-Hour

I just came back from school.  Yeah, you must be thinking:  "You're early".  And that's true.  We only had to stay at school for half an hour, from 10-10:30.  ^_^

My classmates all looked the approximate same.   Good ol' people.....

My previous teacher told us some things that will happen during the new year, like how we have to come to school earlier, how we have more days off (yay!), and how one of the teachers got promoted and left the school.  When my classmates heard THAT, they all cheered for joy...except me.  I liked that teacher.  She always yelled at the delinquents, but never at me.  Yes, yes.  Their suffering is my bliss.  ^_^

I also brought my heavy, good-for-nothing backpack with me for nothing.  Sheesh.  Growl, my back still hurts.

But it was a good half-hour anyways.  I'm always much happier at school.

See ya!

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

First Day Jitters

Today's the first day of school over here....and it's starting a bit late so I can write this before I go.

So, the first day of school.  The day to blast out your music players at full volume and not pay attention to the teacher....Oh, wait.  That's not it.  Ur.....the first day of school is to be cool, be yourself, and make a good first impression.  Yeah.  That's it.  ^_^

Good luck to all of you!  I know the first day can be jittery, but you can do it!

And if school has already started where you live....forget I said anything.  -_-

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

The Zoo

Since it was Labour Day today, my parents took me and my little sister to the zoo.  It was nice of them to do that for us, and I had a lot of fun.

The zoo we went to actually wasn't that huge, but it was very natural and forest-y, if that's actually a word.  The animals were placed in locations that resembled their own natural habitats, instead of cages made of concrete like the ones in China.  Logically, we didn't go to see the animals...the animals came to see us.

First, we went to see the giraffes.  They were so gentle, and they didn't say a single word at all.  Why?  Because they're mute, of course.  <.<  Didn't know that?  Well, that's knowledge to you then.  ^_^  There were 3 giraffes:  A couple and their offspring.

Those two starting flirting everywhere, lol.  Their child wasn't watching, thankfully.  ^_^  Anyways, one of the giraffes really liked me, and he (or she) kept on licking the glass where my hand was.  It was so sweet.

We also saw some lions and tigers.  A woman was feeding them, and there was a huge audience watching her.  Those cats can eat!

It was kind of scary watching those lion cubs pounce on the fence, but oh, it was fun anyhow.

We also saw some hippos, flamingos, and all sorts of other things.  Here are the hippos:

We also took a train tour through the zoo with a bunch of other people and a guide who pointed out all the different animals and such.

After we all felt stuffy and couldn't breathe in any more animal stink, we headed on home.  But we did make a stop on the way:  McDonalds!  Yay, lunch!  We got burgers, fries, and some drinks.  Though unhealthy, that stuff does cheer you up.

Home, sweet, home.  I was so relieved once we finally made it back.  The sun had come out, which made us look like total dumbies since we were dressed in heavy winter clothing (what?  It was cold in the morning).

I don't think I'm ever going back to that zoo again, but I did have some fun.  The animals there were perky and well-attended to.  But ugh...it was a long five hours...(In truth, four hours and fifty-three minutes if you're picky.)

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

My Artwork! (Part 1)

Here's my gallery of art (so far).  More will come later.  And please read my other entries too!

Alisha:

The Red Ribbon:

 

Picture of a Girl:

Chibi Me!

 Tamagotchi Comic

Nyatchi

 

Sakuro Yuki

Moody Cloud Sasha

  

Tamagotchi Cool Comic

 My Vision of Goldilocks:

  

Okay!  That's it for now!  Come back for more later on!

-Vociferous yours, Vicky.

Labour Day

Well, today's Labour Day.  So?

People like to think of Labour Day as a day to relax and actually breathe.  A day of rest and peacefulness for the body and soul.  Yeah.  Labour Day is a day to rest and be merry.

Parents and adults like to use the day to do some extra gardening, or fix that bothersome crack in the ceiling.  Or, if they're really bored, actually play with the kids.  0_0  I know, it's shocking.

Kids just like to think of Labour Day as another day off school.  A day to spend playing video games or the computer.  A day to frustrate the parents by jumping on the couch or purposely spilling something so the parents have to clean it up (don't try this if you have a mom like mine).

Labour Day is actually a day to celebrate...well, labour.  It's kind of like an EDO for adults.  If that's true, why do kids also get a day off?  I mean, we don't do "labour" (Well, some kids do find school labour but that's another story...) at all!  Though not an adult myself, I believe that Labour Day should just be for them people who are over 18...they deserve a break from us sweet young angels.  ^_^

But I guess we're cute enough to make those people who are in charge of holidays give us a break too.  So here I am today, selfishly hogging the computer while my parents clean.  But who can blame us anyways?  We're kids!

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.