Okay, then. Here's a truth: Anorexia destroys character.
Voila.
Two blog entries ago, I posted something on Physical Appearances. Read that.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Comic Strip Number 10
Ah, the world of people...Wait, that's off-topic.
Okay, then. Here's a truth: Anorexia destroys character.
Voila.
Okay, then. Here's a truth: Anorexia destroys character.
Voila.
Princess and the Pea Chapter 10
Chapter 10:
Marilynn woke up in a daze, and found herself tied up in a small, musty wooden one-room house. She couldn’t move her hands and feet.
Marilynn carefully turned her head, taking in the scene around her. There were picture frames hung on the walls. Within the picture frames were old photos. She squinted at them. One showed the devouring of a lamb. She shuddered. Another showed two witches in graduation gowns. Marilynn halted. Witches…Witches…
Marilynn tried to remember what had happened before she fainted. She had seen a black mist, that’s for sure. She mused over it, trying to bring some sense into it all. Suddenly, she remembered. The black mist Destin, once the henchman of the old necromancer Collin, was passed down as a servant through the witch ranks. She remembered reading about it, and she remembered what it looked like. And to her surprise, it greatly resembled the black mist that had gone through her.
Marilynn’s eyes widened. Helen Crosby, she thought. But then it didn’t make sense again. Why would Helen come to my kingdom? She was always after Daffodil Acres. Why would she send Destin over here? She would only do that if she had somehow already conquered the Acres. Acres first, Ruby Cross second, she had learned from her father. That’s the master plan of Miss Crosby.
But was it possible that Helen actually had succeeded in her mission at the Acres? Marilynn felt dizzy, but it wasn’t from the horrible stale scent in the room. Oh no, she thought. What has happened to Queen Lily, King Henry, and Prince Samson?
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and a figure came rolling in, also tied up. Marilynn kept her eyes on the figure, and nearly cried. It was the prince.
“So the princess girl of Ruby Cross is awake now?” A shrill voice made Marilynn’s head snap up. She was expecting Helen, but instead saw her daughter, Linda Crosby.
“Well, you can keep him company then.” And Linda was gone.
Prince Samson moaned. He was stupid. He was dumb. Now he was paying the price of his ignorance. “Princess Marilynn?” He groaned.
Marilynn answered sadly. “Yes?”
Prince Samson shook his head miserably. “It’s over,” he said. “We’re done for.”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Marilynn woke up in a daze, and found herself tied up in a small, musty wooden one-room house. She couldn’t move her hands and feet.
Marilynn carefully turned her head, taking in the scene around her. There were picture frames hung on the walls. Within the picture frames were old photos. She squinted at them. One showed the devouring of a lamb. She shuddered. Another showed two witches in graduation gowns. Marilynn halted. Witches…Witches…
Marilynn tried to remember what had happened before she fainted. She had seen a black mist, that’s for sure. She mused over it, trying to bring some sense into it all. Suddenly, she remembered. The black mist Destin, once the henchman of the old necromancer Collin, was passed down as a servant through the witch ranks. She remembered reading about it, and she remembered what it looked like. And to her surprise, it greatly resembled the black mist that had gone through her.
Marilynn’s eyes widened. Helen Crosby, she thought. But then it didn’t make sense again. Why would Helen come to my kingdom? She was always after Daffodil Acres. Why would she send Destin over here? She would only do that if she had somehow already conquered the Acres. Acres first, Ruby Cross second, she had learned from her father. That’s the master plan of Miss Crosby.
But was it possible that Helen actually had succeeded in her mission at the Acres? Marilynn felt dizzy, but it wasn’t from the horrible stale scent in the room. Oh no, she thought. What has happened to Queen Lily, King Henry, and Prince Samson?
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and a figure came rolling in, also tied up. Marilynn kept her eyes on the figure, and nearly cried. It was the prince.
“So the princess girl of Ruby Cross is awake now?” A shrill voice made Marilynn’s head snap up. She was expecting Helen, but instead saw her daughter, Linda Crosby.
“Well, you can keep him company then.” And Linda was gone.
Prince Samson moaned. He was stupid. He was dumb. Now he was paying the price of his ignorance. “Princess Marilynn?” He groaned.
Marilynn answered sadly. “Yes?”
Prince Samson shook his head miserably. “It’s over,” he said. “We’re done for.”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Physical Appearances
Everyone judges. Did your eyes open when I said that? Well, you may be denying it, but it's true. No matter how nice you are, no matter how sweet and caring and friendly you are, you judge. And I don't blame you. Judging is just a natural thing in life.
We start judging people the moment we see them. We see their faces, what they wear...And from that point, a solid impression stays in our heads. That impression lasts for a very long time. Which brings to the sorry fact that physical appearance matters a lot.
Like, a lot. Very very very very....much. Almost 80% of our entire character.
In a way, it's sad. What do the ugly people do then? If you're cursed with unattractiveness, is the world dying? Is life over?
Nobody's perfect. Everyone's faces have flaws. So? SO? SO?
You should have that attitude. So what? I'm looking the best I can look, so you can't say anything.
Some people aren't that confident, especially girls, since physical appearance matters that much more to them. Anorexia. Bulimia. Even some of the already-skinny girls go through that...And some lose their fight against it. Is it worth it? You're not fat! I mean, what the heck?
And then again, there are the people who go over. Oh, you think you're all that good-looking? Good for you for being self-confident, but can't you just hide your narcissism and go admire yourself someplace else? That's what I hate: Narcissism. Nobody likes a overly proud person just like nobody likes a dictator. The message is: Don't be either of them!
Ho hum ho. Life is hard....But when you think about it, so are rocks. So just live with it.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
We start judging people the moment we see them. We see their faces, what they wear...And from that point, a solid impression stays in our heads. That impression lasts for a very long time. Which brings to the sorry fact that physical appearance matters a lot.
Like, a lot. Very very very very....much. Almost 80% of our entire character.
In a way, it's sad. What do the ugly people do then? If you're cursed with unattractiveness, is the world dying? Is life over?
Nobody's perfect. Everyone's faces have flaws. So? SO? SO?
You should have that attitude. So what? I'm looking the best I can look, so you can't say anything.
Some people aren't that confident, especially girls, since physical appearance matters that much more to them. Anorexia. Bulimia. Even some of the already-skinny girls go through that...And some lose their fight against it. Is it worth it? You're not fat! I mean, what the heck?
And then again, there are the people who go over. Oh, you think you're all that good-looking? Good for you for being self-confident, but can't you just hide your narcissism and go admire yourself someplace else? That's what I hate: Narcissism. Nobody likes a overly proud person just like nobody likes a dictator. The message is: Don't be either of them!
Ho hum ho. Life is hard....But when you think about it, so are rocks. So just live with it.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Your View Is...?
As you get older, you realize that the people around you begin to change. They no longer hold much interest for their friends, for their attention slowly starts to urge towards the opposite gender. Girls become all girlie-girlie and prissy and guys become, well, stupidly arrogant. It's a natural thing in life, but sometimes, I just don't understand it.
Love. Crushes. What the heck? At our young age, what do we understand about all that? We say that we "like" someone and that we "have interest" in someone, but in truth, it's all fangirly/fanboyish feelings that have no deep thought or meaning. These "crushes" are all just other people who are blessed with either fortune or good looks. Nobody looks at the soul inside, and nobody cares about the personality. The character. The virtue.
Elementary school. Middle school. High school. Beyond. Everywhere you might hear some sort of gossip about "OMG she likes him" or "They're dating!". No one's serious, of course, not in our day. These boyfriends and girlfriends are just people to make you look good. People to make you say "Yeah, look at me. I'm so popular." It doesn't have any meaning beyond that.
My classmates are all quite immature. They flirt and are merry. They have people they like and people who like them, and they aren't afraid to say how they feel. They're all just attention-seekers.
Quote: "Everyone likes SOMEONE!" Yeah, sure. But do I? That's hard to say, because I always force myself NOT to like anyone. I treat everyone I know all the same, and I always tell myself how inferior they are and how horrible they are. Soon, even if it's not true and even if I don't feel that way, my brain takes in what I tell myself and makes it my own feelings. Why, you may ask. Why would you do that? Because emotions like that are a burden. School is for studying. School is for the learning experience offered to you. School ISN'T for frolicking idiots running around with boy/girlfriends. If you like someone, that takes up some of your thinking, when you could've been using that thinking power for something more productive, like algebra, history, or in my case, hours and hours of Harmony homework.
I'm not popular either. So? Why would it matter at our age? Why would anything matter? Doesn't anyone care about academics anymore? All everyone cares about is who looks good, who likes who, and who's into drugs or not. Isn't life bland? Yet they like it. They, my classmates. They, your classmates. They, probably YOU. They, the world of children, tweens, and teenagers.
It's not going to end, is it?
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Love. Crushes. What the heck? At our young age, what do we understand about all that? We say that we "like" someone and that we "have interest" in someone, but in truth, it's all fangirly/fanboyish feelings that have no deep thought or meaning. These "crushes" are all just other people who are blessed with either fortune or good looks. Nobody looks at the soul inside, and nobody cares about the personality. The character. The virtue.
Elementary school. Middle school. High school. Beyond. Everywhere you might hear some sort of gossip about "OMG she likes him" or "They're dating!". No one's serious, of course, not in our day. These boyfriends and girlfriends are just people to make you look good. People to make you say "Yeah, look at me. I'm so popular." It doesn't have any meaning beyond that.
My classmates are all quite immature. They flirt and are merry. They have people they like and people who like them, and they aren't afraid to say how they feel. They're all just attention-seekers.
Quote: "Everyone likes SOMEONE!" Yeah, sure. But do I? That's hard to say, because I always force myself NOT to like anyone. I treat everyone I know all the same, and I always tell myself how inferior they are and how horrible they are. Soon, even if it's not true and even if I don't feel that way, my brain takes in what I tell myself and makes it my own feelings. Why, you may ask. Why would you do that? Because emotions like that are a burden. School is for studying. School is for the learning experience offered to you. School ISN'T for frolicking idiots running around with boy/girlfriends. If you like someone, that takes up some of your thinking, when you could've been using that thinking power for something more productive, like algebra, history, or in my case, hours and hours of Harmony homework.
I'm not popular either. So? Why would it matter at our age? Why would anything matter? Doesn't anyone care about academics anymore? All everyone cares about is who looks good, who likes who, and who's into drugs or not. Isn't life bland? Yet they like it. They, my classmates. They, your classmates. They, probably YOU. They, the world of children, tweens, and teenagers.
It's not going to end, is it?
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Movie Review: New Moon
Hey, I just came back from watching New Moon (Twilight saga). It was surprisingly better than what critics were saying! Well, at least I think so.
Here are the things they should improve on. (Sorry, I am always negative before I am positive).
Number One: First off, I'd like to say that all the actors are ugly. Stewart (Bella) should get braces, Pattinson (Edward) should just like, get replaced or something 'cause his overall visual is only somewhat bolstered by his awesome hair, and Lautner (Jacob) and his wolfy gang should get some lives. The Volturi looked nothing like I'd expected, the Cullens don't look all that good-looking, and etc, etc, and more etc. Should I continue? Oh yeah, I forgot something: ETC.
Number Two: Ur, Pattinson? Have you ever considered taking acting lessons? I'm sure the local dance studio around here would accept someone like you. They have a class for two year olds I'm sure you'd fit nicely in. Stewart's acting has improved slightly from the previous movie, but eh, she should still work on it. Better go enroll too with your true love. Lautner's acting is actually pretty good, so I have nothing to say there.
Number Three: The effects still look fake. Very fake. The wolves are horribly unrealistic, the sparkling textures of the vampires' skins remind me of amateur Photoshop animation, the cliff-diving was SO undramatic, and the slow motion isn't cool at all. Especially in the beginning part with Edward Cullen slowly approaching Bella at school. (Run, Bella, run!)
That's about it. Now for the good things about the movie.
Number One: Thank you, director, for making the stupid plot seem interesting! Yes, the plot sucks. Seriously, Edward Cullen decides to kill himself after a misunderstanding over the phone? Mr. Director, good job. I only yawned twice.
Number Two: Lovely settings. Good idea on shooting the scenes in Vancouver. Lol, remember the part where it rains? Typical. Someone should just rename Vancouver to Raincouver.
Number Three: Give yourself a pat on the back, whoever wrote the script, because the movie actually did differ from the book. (I own the book so I know). It wasn't exactly the same, so us bookworms could actually guess wrong about what happens next! Yay, bookworms!
Number Four: Is there a number four? Oh yeah, there is. New Moon was just an overall terrific movie, despite the errors and such that I pointed out.
OK, but in a way, the whole Twilight thing still freaks me out slightly. Read this. A friend sent it to me. Scary, huh? Poor Pattinson.
But the real frightening thing is this: SOME PATTINSON FANS ARE BECOMING LAUTNER FANS. Run, peoples, run!
My rating of The Twilight Saga: New Moon: 4/5 Stars
Knock yourself dead, fangirls. Knock yourself dead.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
EDIT: I posted a poll. Please vote!
Here are the things they should improve on. (Sorry, I am always negative before I am positive).
Number One: First off, I'd like to say that all the actors are ugly. Stewart (Bella) should get braces, Pattinson (Edward) should just like, get replaced or something 'cause his overall visual is only somewhat bolstered by his awesome hair, and Lautner (Jacob) and his wolfy gang should get some lives. The Volturi looked nothing like I'd expected, the Cullens don't look all that good-looking, and etc, etc, and more etc. Should I continue? Oh yeah, I forgot something: ETC.
Number Two: Ur, Pattinson? Have you ever considered taking acting lessons? I'm sure the local dance studio around here would accept someone like you. They have a class for two year olds I'm sure you'd fit nicely in. Stewart's acting has improved slightly from the previous movie, but eh, she should still work on it. Better go enroll too with your true love. Lautner's acting is actually pretty good, so I have nothing to say there.
Number Three: The effects still look fake. Very fake. The wolves are horribly unrealistic, the sparkling textures of the vampires' skins remind me of amateur Photoshop animation, the cliff-diving was SO undramatic, and the slow motion isn't cool at all. Especially in the beginning part with Edward Cullen slowly approaching Bella at school. (Run, Bella, run!)
That's about it. Now for the good things about the movie.
Number One: Thank you, director, for making the stupid plot seem interesting! Yes, the plot sucks. Seriously, Edward Cullen decides to kill himself after a misunderstanding over the phone? Mr. Director, good job. I only yawned twice.
Number Two: Lovely settings. Good idea on shooting the scenes in Vancouver. Lol, remember the part where it rains? Typical. Someone should just rename Vancouver to Raincouver.
Number Three: Give yourself a pat on the back, whoever wrote the script, because the movie actually did differ from the book. (I own the book so I know). It wasn't exactly the same, so us bookworms could actually guess wrong about what happens next! Yay, bookworms!
Number Four: Is there a number four? Oh yeah, there is. New Moon was just an overall terrific movie, despite the errors and such that I pointed out.
OK, but in a way, the whole Twilight thing still freaks me out slightly. Read this. A friend sent it to me. Scary, huh? Poor Pattinson.
But the real frightening thing is this: SOME PATTINSON FANS ARE BECOMING LAUTNER FANS. Run, peoples, run!
My rating of The Twilight Saga: New Moon: 4/5 Stars
Knock yourself dead, fangirls. Knock yourself dead.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
EDIT: I posted a poll. Please vote!
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Comic Strip Number 9
LOL. I just love the idea of couch potatoes. It's just so cute!
BTW, I actually did once see an ad that said "Don't wanna be a couch potato? Solution: SELL YOUR COUCH!" It was very interesting.
Ah, the joy of childhood.....
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
EDIT: There is a major typo in the comic. It's supposed to be "Cold-Hard-Bench Potato", NOT "Couch Cold-Hard-Bench". Please read it in the correct way, because I don't have the time to change the comic.
BTW, I actually did once see an ad that said "Don't wanna be a couch potato? Solution: SELL YOUR COUCH!" It was very interesting.
Ah, the joy of childhood.....
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
EDIT: There is a major typo in the comic. It's supposed to be "Cold-Hard-Bench Potato", NOT "Couch Cold-Hard-Bench". Please read it in the correct way, because I don't have the time to change the comic.
Princess and the Pea Chapter 9
Nine rhymes with dine, fine, and Einstein. But sadly, it does not rhyme with 'happy readers'. But oh well. Enjoy anyways.
Chapter 9:
Linda smiled, and suddenly, Helen Crosby appeared beside her. “So, you’ve done it, hmm?” Helen gave her daughter a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. “Now, ready for step three?”
“Step three already? Hmm, I never knew we’d be so successful.”
Helen clicked her fingers, and an unearthly black mist appeared before her, slowly forming into the shape of a bowing henchman. “Go,” she commanded it. “Go and take care of King Henry and Queen Lily’s allies. Make sure they don’t hear anything about what happened here today.”
The black mist answered slowly, its voice low and hearty. “Yes, mistress,” it answered. Then it disappeared.
One hundred miles away in Ruby Cross, Marilynn’s kingdom, the black mist appeared again. It looked around, slightly startled by how grand the whole place was. The castle itself was gleaming, shining brightly and luminously. The gardens smelled wonderful, and everything projected blithe and happy images of life. The black mist growled. It hated happy things. If it was to touch just a tad of happy, he would get seriously burned. And today, it was vital that he was to remain completely unharmed. Mistress Helen wouldn’t like it if it failed. Mistress Helen would probably torture it if it failed. So the black mist decided that nothing was going to stop it today.
Marilynn was in her room, musing and rubbing her forearm. She was frustrated that she was so bored. A princess shouldn’t be bored, she thought. A princess should have royal friends, a loving family, riches, a prince to comfort her…A prince. She just didn’t have a prince.
She got up from her chair and headed out the door. She made her way down the royal stairs, her red curls bouncing. She exited the castle, and before she made her third step onto the pavement outside, she fainted. The black mist had seen the open door, and passed through her accidentally. Marilynn’s eyes closed as she fell into a deep sleep.
The black mist continued on, pass the door and into the castle. It made its way to the King’s room.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Chapter 9:
Linda smiled, and suddenly, Helen Crosby appeared beside her. “So, you’ve done it, hmm?” Helen gave her daughter a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. “Now, ready for step three?”
“Step three already? Hmm, I never knew we’d be so successful.”
Helen clicked her fingers, and an unearthly black mist appeared before her, slowly forming into the shape of a bowing henchman. “Go,” she commanded it. “Go and take care of King Henry and Queen Lily’s allies. Make sure they don’t hear anything about what happened here today.”
The black mist answered slowly, its voice low and hearty. “Yes, mistress,” it answered. Then it disappeared.
One hundred miles away in Ruby Cross, Marilynn’s kingdom, the black mist appeared again. It looked around, slightly startled by how grand the whole place was. The castle itself was gleaming, shining brightly and luminously. The gardens smelled wonderful, and everything projected blithe and happy images of life. The black mist growled. It hated happy things. If it was to touch just a tad of happy, he would get seriously burned. And today, it was vital that he was to remain completely unharmed. Mistress Helen wouldn’t like it if it failed. Mistress Helen would probably torture it if it failed. So the black mist decided that nothing was going to stop it today.
Marilynn was in her room, musing and rubbing her forearm. She was frustrated that she was so bored. A princess shouldn’t be bored, she thought. A princess should have royal friends, a loving family, riches, a prince to comfort her…A prince. She just didn’t have a prince.
She got up from her chair and headed out the door. She made her way down the royal stairs, her red curls bouncing. She exited the castle, and before she made her third step onto the pavement outside, she fainted. The black mist had seen the open door, and passed through her accidentally. Marilynn’s eyes closed as she fell into a deep sleep.
The black mist continued on, pass the door and into the castle. It made its way to the King’s room.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Comic Strip Number 8
I really do want to go to Harvard, because no matter what course you take, you'll always get paid more than the average person after university!
But, really, I do want to go to Harvard. This is just a stupid joke by a stupid kid.
But, really, I do want to go to Harvard. This is just a stupid joke by a stupid kid.
I pay my respect to Harvard....And also to Fairly Odd Parents. I got the "Pencil Pushing" idea from that cartoon.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Princess and the Pea Chapter 8
Hi ho, the merry-oh. Chapter 8....not too late. Wow, I have to seriously work on my poetry skills. ^_^ Jk.
Chapter 8:
Prince Samson was still outside, taking a stroll around his castle. He was oblivious to the fact that he was in danger, and he didn’t know that Helen was after him. He just sighed, looked up at the sky, sighed again, and continued walking.
Inside the castle, Helen Crosby put on Queen Lily’s crown. There, she thought. Now I’m queen. But first she had to go get Linda.
Helen zoomed around the castle, jumping over the fainted servants and maids. Soon, she found an old oak door with the words “Princess Lila” intricately carved onto it. She knocked.
Linda knew it was Helen, and she was ready. She opened the door and quickly, the two began to discuss how to get rid of Prince Samson, or rather, as they call him, ‘the wretched fool of ignorance’.
A few minutes later, Linda came out of the castle as Princess Lila. She scanned around, and found Prince Samson, still by himself. She sauntered over to him and curtsied, just like a respectful princess would.
“Why, hello there, prince,” she said coyly, fitting her character.
Prince Samson looked down at her with belittling eyes. “Hello,” he answered.
“It’s such a lovely day out. Why are you by yourself?”
“There’s too much commotion. I like peace and quiet.”
“Oh, I see.” Linda knew that there wasn’t anymore time for dilatory comments. Small talk was over. “Um, Prince Samson?”
“Yes?”
“I want to show you something. I found this very lovely field not far from the castle, and I want you to see it.”
Prince Samson scrutinized her. “Alright, then, this shouldn’t take long.”
“It won’t.”
Linda led Prince Samson down the winding path, which led to the forest…But Prince Samson didn’t know that. But Prince Samson did know something. There weren’t many guards present. “That’s odd,” he said. “There are usually ten guards standing here to protect this land.”
Linda cussed under her breath. “Yes, that is odd indeed. Come along now.”
Soon, they arrived at the forest. “Why are we at the forest, Princess Lila?” Prince Samson was confused. Maybe Lila had a bad sense of direction?
“Because, Prince Samson,” she answered, her twinkling voice suddenly becoming hoarser and hoarser. And in front of his eyes, ‘Princess Lila’ transformed into a brilliant young witch with blazing blue hair. “Because you’ve been fooled.”
And those were the last words Prince Samson heard before he suddenly passed out, his face still full of shock and disbelief as he tumbled to the ground with a thump.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Chapter 8:
Prince Samson was still outside, taking a stroll around his castle. He was oblivious to the fact that he was in danger, and he didn’t know that Helen was after him. He just sighed, looked up at the sky, sighed again, and continued walking.
Inside the castle, Helen Crosby put on Queen Lily’s crown. There, she thought. Now I’m queen. But first she had to go get Linda.
Helen zoomed around the castle, jumping over the fainted servants and maids. Soon, she found an old oak door with the words “Princess Lila” intricately carved onto it. She knocked.
Linda knew it was Helen, and she was ready. She opened the door and quickly, the two began to discuss how to get rid of Prince Samson, or rather, as they call him, ‘the wretched fool of ignorance’.
A few minutes later, Linda came out of the castle as Princess Lila. She scanned around, and found Prince Samson, still by himself. She sauntered over to him and curtsied, just like a respectful princess would.
“Why, hello there, prince,” she said coyly, fitting her character.
Prince Samson looked down at her with belittling eyes. “Hello,” he answered.
“It’s such a lovely day out. Why are you by yourself?”
“There’s too much commotion. I like peace and quiet.”
“Oh, I see.” Linda knew that there wasn’t anymore time for dilatory comments. Small talk was over. “Um, Prince Samson?”
“Yes?”
“I want to show you something. I found this very lovely field not far from the castle, and I want you to see it.”
Prince Samson scrutinized her. “Alright, then, this shouldn’t take long.”
“It won’t.”
Linda led Prince Samson down the winding path, which led to the forest…But Prince Samson didn’t know that. But Prince Samson did know something. There weren’t many guards present. “That’s odd,” he said. “There are usually ten guards standing here to protect this land.”
Linda cussed under her breath. “Yes, that is odd indeed. Come along now.”
Soon, they arrived at the forest. “Why are we at the forest, Princess Lila?” Prince Samson was confused. Maybe Lila had a bad sense of direction?
“Because, Prince Samson,” she answered, her twinkling voice suddenly becoming hoarser and hoarser. And in front of his eyes, ‘Princess Lila’ transformed into a brilliant young witch with blazing blue hair. “Because you’ve been fooled.”
And those were the last words Prince Samson heard before he suddenly passed out, his face still full of shock and disbelief as he tumbled to the ground with a thump.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Maple Leaves
I still remember the first day of Autumn. Just in what seemed like one day, all of the leaves changed colour. They changed from shades of breezy, calm greens to glowing yellows, bold reds, and fuzzy oranges. It was a fabulous sight to see the wind blow at the trees, sending the beautiful assortment of maple leaves floating across the sky.
But then again, with Autumn, comes rain. With Autumn, comes coldness. With Autumn, comes influenza and the H1N1 swine flu (GASP). And of course, with autumn, comes maple leaf art assignments.
This year's art assignment was easy. You just had to draw at least three leaves of autumn colours with pencil crayons and yeah.
Here's mine. I'm going to hand it in tomorrow or something.
But then again, with Autumn, comes rain. With Autumn, comes coldness. With Autumn, comes influenza and the H1N1 swine flu (GASP). And of course, with autumn, comes maple leaf art assignments.
This year's art assignment was easy. You just had to draw at least three leaves of autumn colours with pencil crayons and yeah.
Here's mine. I'm going to hand it in tomorrow or something.
Isn't it pretty? ^_^
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Peace Is.....
A few days ago, in French class, our teacher made us write a phrase on what Peace was. We also had to draw a picture to accompany the phrase.
I wrote, "La paix est l'amour dans les coeurs de toutes les personnes du monde." Translation: Peace is the love inside the hearts of everyone in the world. My picture was a simple sketch of two hands from different ethnic backgrounds make a heart shape, with the peace sign inside the heart shape. Very pretty.
After I was finished, I decided to walk around the class and check out what my classmates wrote. They wrote things like "Peace is pretty", "Peace is saving lives", "Peace is when the world comes together and sings", all in French, of course. Pretty good ideas.
One of my classmates actually wrote "Peace is saving the world (but if it's too late, find a new world)". (La paix est sauver le monde (mais si c'est trop retard, trouver un nouveau monde).) I found it rather peculiar. I told him that if people see that, they would think that it IS too late. Or, people would think that they should just not care about saving the world, 'cause they'll obviously find a better, new world to prance around in. <_< Yeah right. <>
The teacher loved my mini-project, and told me that it would go into the Remembrance Day slideshow at the assembly. To all you Americans, ur...St. Veteran's day.
I drew another one after. I simply wrote "La paix est quand tu ris". Peace is when you laugh. Blah blah blah. It only took me five minutes to do it. ^_^
Peace to world, peace to world.....
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
I wrote, "La paix est l'amour dans les coeurs de toutes les personnes du monde." Translation: Peace is the love inside the hearts of everyone in the world. My picture was a simple sketch of two hands from different ethnic backgrounds make a heart shape, with the peace sign inside the heart shape. Very pretty.
After I was finished, I decided to walk around the class and check out what my classmates wrote. They wrote things like "Peace is pretty", "Peace is saving lives", "Peace is when the world comes together and sings", all in French, of course. Pretty good ideas.
One of my classmates actually wrote "Peace is saving the world (but if it's too late, find a new world)". (La paix est sauver le monde (mais si c'est trop retard, trouver un nouveau monde).) I found it rather peculiar. I told him that if people see that, they would think that it IS too late. Or, people would think that they should just not care about saving the world, 'cause they'll obviously find a better, new world to prance around in. <_< Yeah right. <
The teacher loved my mini-project, and told me that it would go into the Remembrance Day slideshow at the assembly. To all you Americans, ur...St. Veteran's day.
I drew another one after. I simply wrote "La paix est quand tu ris". Peace is when you laugh. Blah blah blah. It only took me five minutes to do it. ^_^
Peace to world, peace to world.....
Comic Strip Number 7
I decided to make fun of Edward Cullen's life this time. ^_^ I really don't like him. He's suicidal and corny.
Oh yeah, I meant to not draw Edward's eyebrows. I found it better this way.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Princess and the Pea Chapter 7
Lucky number seven...
Chapter 7:
“Are you kidding me? Taking a nap while on duty?” Queen Lily furiously slammed down her fist on the courtroom table. “How could they do that to me? These castle guards…A bunch of useless people, if you ask me.”
“Your majesty, please calm down…” Her henchman quivered slightly under her feet.
“Right. I am deeply sorry. Please go wake those ignorant fools up.”
“But, your majesty…”
“What is it this time, Charles?”
“I’ve tried to shake them awake, but they didn’t seem to react. In fact, I’ve gotten a lot of people to try to awaken them, but it seems like they were under some sort of spell.”
“Spell? For goodness’s sake, is that Helen Crosby trying to take over our kingdom again?”
“I am not sure, your majesty.”
“Well, all I know is that Crosby has failed twenty-four times to take us over. She should know that our castle is 100% damage proof on the inside and guarded quite well. Humph, let’s see what she comes up with this time.”
“But what about the castle guards, your majesty?”
“Just put them in their rooms. The spell, if there is any, should fade within two hours. Bring the replacement guards to the grand door for guarding. They would do fine.”
“Yes, your majesty.” Charles bowed and left.
Queen Lily clicked her fingers and a servant came to offer her tea. She sipped the drink, feeling totally at ease.
But she didn’t know what was happening outside the courtroom. One by one, her servants collapsed to the ground. One by one, her guards, knights, and tutors fell prostrate to the ground. Then her henchman left. Charles, while doing his duty, suddenly felt drowsy and crumpled. His head made an audible bonking sound as it hit the linoleum floor. He closed his eyes and fainted.
Everyone closed their eyes and fainted.
A strange purple mist squeezed through the cracks of the courtroom door. “Queen Lily,” it seemed to say. “She must be here.”
Queen Lily was still sipping her tea when it happened. The purple mist surrounded her, and Queen Lily was too slow to react when it choked her, and finally, Queen Lily also collapsed. Onto the floor she fell, swiftly and quickly. Her crown toppled down from her head.
The purple mist made a chortling sound, and it changed its shape. Slowly, it became the tall, thin silhouette of Helen Crosby.
Helen cackled, and picked up Queen Lily’s crown. She weighed it in her hands for a moment, appreciating it. “That’s everyone,” she said out loud, knowing that no one would hear. “Everyone except Prince Samson.”
Chapter 7:
“Are you kidding me? Taking a nap while on duty?” Queen Lily furiously slammed down her fist on the courtroom table. “How could they do that to me? These castle guards…A bunch of useless people, if you ask me.”
“Your majesty, please calm down…” Her henchman quivered slightly under her feet.
“Right. I am deeply sorry. Please go wake those ignorant fools up.”
“But, your majesty…”
“What is it this time, Charles?”
“I’ve tried to shake them awake, but they didn’t seem to react. In fact, I’ve gotten a lot of people to try to awaken them, but it seems like they were under some sort of spell.”
“Spell? For goodness’s sake, is that Helen Crosby trying to take over our kingdom again?”
“I am not sure, your majesty.”
“Well, all I know is that Crosby has failed twenty-four times to take us over. She should know that our castle is 100% damage proof on the inside and guarded quite well. Humph, let’s see what she comes up with this time.”
“But what about the castle guards, your majesty?”
“Just put them in their rooms. The spell, if there is any, should fade within two hours. Bring the replacement guards to the grand door for guarding. They would do fine.”
“Yes, your majesty.” Charles bowed and left.
Queen Lily clicked her fingers and a servant came to offer her tea. She sipped the drink, feeling totally at ease.
But she didn’t know what was happening outside the courtroom. One by one, her servants collapsed to the ground. One by one, her guards, knights, and tutors fell prostrate to the ground. Then her henchman left. Charles, while doing his duty, suddenly felt drowsy and crumpled. His head made an audible bonking sound as it hit the linoleum floor. He closed his eyes and fainted.
Everyone closed their eyes and fainted.
A strange purple mist squeezed through the cracks of the courtroom door. “Queen Lily,” it seemed to say. “She must be here.”
Queen Lily was still sipping her tea when it happened. The purple mist surrounded her, and Queen Lily was too slow to react when it choked her, and finally, Queen Lily also collapsed. Onto the floor she fell, swiftly and quickly. Her crown toppled down from her head.
The purple mist made a chortling sound, and it changed its shape. Slowly, it became the tall, thin silhouette of Helen Crosby.
Helen cackled, and picked up Queen Lily’s crown. She weighed it in her hands for a moment, appreciating it. “That’s everyone,” she said out loud, knowing that no one would hear. “Everyone except Prince Samson.”
Friday, November 6, 2009
A Horrible Day
Today wasn't a good day for me at school. Yeah, blah blah blah, I want to hear nothing of your thoughts of exiting the page on me. Just listen. If you seriously don't care, just grin and bear it. Isn't that the way you should live your life? "Yes, scary person."
I think it started at lunch time. Everyone in my class had ordered food, which was Boston Pizza in this case. Not only was the pizza hard, crusty, and slightly burnt, the Doritos chips were expired. Expired chips? Yuck. Mine said "Best before Oct 20". And that's like...How many days ago? I dunno. Quote classmate #18: "And the bag actually says 'freshness guaranteed'!" (BTW, I ate the chips anyways. They didn't taste that bad.）
To tell the truth, that wasn't the first time my school served us suckish ordered food. Last time, they served us tasteless perogies. It tasted worse than my own cooking. Blech. And last last time, ho hum ho. Very Soggy California Rolls. Gosh, someone should file a complaint. (All that garbage costs a lot of money, you know!)
After lunch time, we went outside to enjoy the cold breezy wind. One of my friends, who is a grade lower than me, stole one of my classmate's sweater. Then she started running around with it while some of that classmate of mine's friends chased her maniacally, yelling things like "Give it back!". Fanboys.
It got kind of violent, so I decided to do the right thing and get a supervisor. But as I ran across the cement to seek for help, I think I tripped over some fanboy's shoe or something like that. I tried to absorb the impact in my hands and knees as I fell to the ground, silent.
Yeah. So here I am right now, right knee still painfully bleeding under two bandages kindly provided by the school and left hand hurting badly. I believe it's gonna leave a mark.
Who to blame, who to blame? "Yourself, you idiot," you might be saying. Nah, though. I blame my classmate (the one with the sweater). It's his fault for existing.
Trust me. Life feels a lot better if you have something or someone to blame. "I totally screwed my valedictorian speech! I blame....I blame that stupid rock!" xD. Just an example.
OK, I hope you were able to read through that without falling asleep. Grr...I'm still mad. But eh, it'll pass.
Bye!
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
I think it started at lunch time. Everyone in my class had ordered food, which was Boston Pizza in this case. Not only was the pizza hard, crusty, and slightly burnt, the Doritos chips were expired. Expired chips? Yuck. Mine said "Best before Oct 20". And that's like...How many days ago? I dunno. Quote classmate #18: "And the bag actually says 'freshness guaranteed'!" (BTW, I ate the chips anyways. They didn't taste that bad.）
To tell the truth, that wasn't the first time my school served us suckish ordered food. Last time, they served us tasteless perogies. It tasted worse than my own cooking. Blech. And last last time, ho hum ho. Very Soggy California Rolls. Gosh, someone should file a complaint. (All that garbage costs a lot of money, you know!)
After lunch time, we went outside to enjoy the cold breezy wind. One of my friends, who is a grade lower than me, stole one of my classmate's sweater. Then she started running around with it while some of that classmate of mine's friends chased her maniacally, yelling things like "Give it back!". Fanboys.
It got kind of violent, so I decided to do the right thing and get a supervisor. But as I ran across the cement to seek for help, I think I tripped over some fanboy's shoe or something like that. I tried to absorb the impact in my hands and knees as I fell to the ground, silent.
Yeah. So here I am right now, right knee still painfully bleeding under two bandages kindly provided by the school and left hand hurting badly. I believe it's gonna leave a mark.
Who to blame, who to blame? "Yourself, you idiot," you might be saying. Nah, though. I blame my classmate (the one with the sweater). It's his fault for existing.
Trust me. Life feels a lot better if you have something or someone to blame. "I totally screwed my valedictorian speech! I blame....I blame that stupid rock!" xD. Just an example.
OK, I hope you were able to read through that without falling asleep. Grr...I'm still mad. But eh, it'll pass.
Bye!
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Hammurabi's Code
Woot, it was a hilarious History-rific day...And all thanks to the awesomeness of Hammurabi's Code, the law code that the sixth Amorite king of Babylon (Hammurabi, 1728-1686 B.C.) devised.
I know it's wrong for us to laugh at such an ancient piece of writing, but we just couldn't help it. IT IS JUST HILARIOUS. "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth". That was their saying. Now that I've read some of the laws, that just totally makes sense.
"If a man has stolen a child, he shall be put to death."
"If a seignior commited robery and has been caught, he shall be put to death."
"If a physician performs a major operation of a seignior with a bronze lancent and has caused the seignior's death, they shall cut off his hand." (To this one, I wondered, what if he performed the opinion with a SILVER or COPPER lancet? Huh? 0_0)
ETC.
Everyone in my class laughed to this one. "If a wife was not careful, but was a gadabout (blah blah blah), thus neglecting her house and humiliating her husband, they shall throw that woman into the water." My question is: What if she knew how to swim? 0_0
This one was my favourite. "If he has knocked out the tooth of a seignior of his own rank, they shall knock out his tooth." In honour of it, I quickly drew a comic strip on MS Paint. This doesn't count as a weekly comic though. It sucks too much.
I know it's wrong for us to laugh at such an ancient piece of writing, but we just couldn't help it. IT IS JUST HILARIOUS. "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth". That was their saying. Now that I've read some of the laws, that just totally makes sense.
"If a man has stolen a child, he shall be put to death."
"If a seignior commited robery and has been caught, he shall be put to death."
"If a physician performs a major operation of a seignior with a bronze lancent and has caused the seignior's death, they shall cut off his hand." (To this one, I wondered, what if he performed the opinion with a SILVER or COPPER lancet? Huh? 0_0)
ETC.
Everyone in my class laughed to this one. "If a wife was not careful, but was a gadabout (blah blah blah), thus neglecting her house and humiliating her husband, they shall throw that woman into the water." My question is: What if she knew how to swim? 0_0
This one was my favourite. "If he has knocked out the tooth of a seignior of his own rank, they shall knock out his tooth." In honour of it, I quickly drew a comic strip on MS Paint. This doesn't count as a weekly comic though. It sucks too much.
You should research Hammurabi's Code if you're bored. Seriously, you'll get a good laugh out of it, if not anything else.
Bye for now!
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
The Sweet Taste of Glowing VICTORY
Haha, I know I sound like I'm gloating. But this time, I actually have something worth gloating about!
In Summer Vacation, I entered this writing contest for us awesome Canadians country-wide. Yay me. I never knew I would win....
But this morning, I received a phone call. It turned out that I actually won the freaking contest! The GRAND PRIZE! I was so elated for like, 1 minute, because right after, I had to pack my backpack to head off to school.
But now, since I'm home and in peace, I can gloat all I want. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! xD
All the people who entered the contest had to make their 300-word story follow an opening paragraph. Here's my story....Without the opening paragraph, sorry.
Matt walked towards the village. By the time he got there, he was exhausted. Matt entered, hoping that the people there would be friendly.
He was greeted with angry stares from peculiar-looking aliens. They had purple skin, red hair, antennae, and green eyes, and were glaring at Matt. One of them came forward and shoved him. “We don’t like outsiders,” he said in English. Matt nodded slowly, scared.
The aliens left Matt alone. Matt sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to get any help from these people.
Matt wandered around, head down to avoid the glares from the villagers. The village wasn’t like home at all. The aliens lived in tents, and there weren’t any stores or markets to buy food or clothing in either. Instead, there were huge trees full of fruits and giant leaves to wear. The air smelled like roses, and Matt could taste apricots on his tongue as he breathed in. Matt liked the place…but he felt hopeless since no one liked him.
Suddenly, Matt heard the sound of a baby crying. He ran to see what happened. A purple-skinned baby was stuck in a tree, alone and abandoned. Matt bravely climbed up and saved her. He cradled the baby in his arms until some aliens showed up.
“Hooray!” Shouts of joy came from them, and everyone cheered for Matt. A woman alien came and claimed her child from him. “Thank you,” they all cried. “What can we ever do to repay you?”
As a reward, the aliens helped Matt fix his airship. It was then time for him to leave. The aliens shook hands with Matt and waved as he soared back into the sky. “It was you who showed us that outsiders can be heroes!” They yelled. “Thank you so much!”
Matt grinned, content.
We also had to draw an accompanying picture.
Ah...The taste of victory is ever so sweet and mouthwatering....
I guess my love of writing has done me some good. ^_^
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
In Summer Vacation, I entered this writing contest for us awesome Canadians country-wide. Yay me. I never knew I would win....
But this morning, I received a phone call. It turned out that I actually won the freaking contest! The GRAND PRIZE! I was so elated for like, 1 minute, because right after, I had to pack my backpack to head off to school.
But now, since I'm home and in peace, I can gloat all I want. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! xD
All the people who entered the contest had to make their 300-word story follow an opening paragraph. Here's my story....Without the opening paragraph, sorry.
Matt walked towards the village. By the time he got there, he was exhausted. Matt entered, hoping that the people there would be friendly.
He was greeted with angry stares from peculiar-looking aliens. They had purple skin, red hair, antennae, and green eyes, and were glaring at Matt. One of them came forward and shoved him. “We don’t like outsiders,” he said in English. Matt nodded slowly, scared.
The aliens left Matt alone. Matt sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to get any help from these people.
Matt wandered around, head down to avoid the glares from the villagers. The village wasn’t like home at all. The aliens lived in tents, and there weren’t any stores or markets to buy food or clothing in either. Instead, there were huge trees full of fruits and giant leaves to wear. The air smelled like roses, and Matt could taste apricots on his tongue as he breathed in. Matt liked the place…but he felt hopeless since no one liked him.
Suddenly, Matt heard the sound of a baby crying. He ran to see what happened. A purple-skinned baby was stuck in a tree, alone and abandoned. Matt bravely climbed up and saved her. He cradled the baby in his arms until some aliens showed up.
“Hooray!” Shouts of joy came from them, and everyone cheered for Matt. A woman alien came and claimed her child from him. “Thank you,” they all cried. “What can we ever do to repay you?”
As a reward, the aliens helped Matt fix his airship. It was then time for him to leave. The aliens shook hands with Matt and waved as he soared back into the sky. “It was you who showed us that outsiders can be heroes!” They yelled. “Thank you so much!”
Matt grinned, content.
We also had to draw an accompanying picture.
Ah...The taste of victory is ever so sweet and mouthwatering....
I guess my love of writing has done me some good. ^_^
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Sakura MagnaDoodle Sketch
I drew this with my sister's MangaDoodle thingy. It's supposed to be Sakura (in Naruto), but it's a bit different. I drew it in my own personal style, you see. ^_^
To me, it turned out okay. I actually somewhat like it. ^_^
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
To me, it turned out okay. I actually somewhat like it. ^_^
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
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