A little too short on time...

Tomorrow is the Peel District Model United Nation's Conference.
I have been part of this team for 3 years of my high school life.
It will be my final time participating.

I am so excited! My team will be representing Cambodia.
Topic this year is Indigenous People & Climate Change.

There's a lot of unecessary inner political tension going on between our team and the teacher supervisor.
She thinks we are a group of undedicated, uncommitted and under-prepared slackers.
I beg to differ. She started the team a month and a half too late. I have been bugging her to start the team since September last year. The team has covered every research aspect possible.
All in all, we literally had a week and a half to prepare for tomorrow. She hasn't been present at any of our meetings.

Quite honestly, I don't think she likes me either because of an incident last year. But hey, I speak my mind sometimes. It is unfair she blames us of being incompetence when I think we are prepared.

Nonetheless, I love the team. We are bonded.
We're a pretty close-knitted bunch, actually. We are such political geeks and we came up with the most weirdest political jokes.

The capital of Cambodia is quite a mouthful to say: Phnom Penh.
We decided to pronounce it as:
a) FOAM PAN
or
b)Fenom (like PHENOM-enal) Pen

"combine Ghana and Korea into a unified nation of Ghana-Rea"

"Oman, I'm Russian to put some Turkey Greece in Dijibouti."


Can't wait til tomorrow! My best friend, Adrita, is team leader. =) She will do awesome tomorrow! Wish us luck! <3

Confession.

Times have been hard, more relentless for you.

You smiled and laughed for the first time in the longest while.

I realized how much I missed seeing you like that.

It is good to have you back again.

Life's a bliss.

I won't lie. I actually looked forward to school today. In fact, I was even in the mood to dress up for school this morning. I should add:

This infamous MONDAY "frequently dreaded" morning.

I woke up with signs of spring everywhere. Blue skies and brightly shining sun. I am loving the weather. I am loving the budding flowers popping up in my front yard.

Okay, I was in an unnaturally happy mood.
I probably still am.
Someone made my day, maybe?
Or I had a good sleep?
Or maybe my mood happens to be synchronized with the weather patterns.
Better that than be emo.
.

Which I should add, someone mentioned I am photogenic at being emo.
That would be my super-awesome, super-amazing llama friend the photographer.
He does look like an llama. I am not lying. =P

The wildest thing happened, we had philosophy class outdoors.
Honestly, out in the greens. Pondering life. Deciphering morals and ethics.
I LOVE that class.
It was such a hippie-like experience. I'd do it everyday.
Oh, and coincidentally my earrings seem hippie-ish.

Oh wow, I think I am high off something.

"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever"

-Gandhi

Rain or Shine

An hour drive to Orillia for the Perch Festival yesterday.

It was EPIC...fail?

Orillia was raining. Windy. & Freezing cold.
We didn't catch anything.
Nonetheless, the barbecue continued. In a sheltered gazebo, canvases were tied against pillars to avert the winds. I should add that Uncle Harim brought a portable heater that ran to keep us warm.

UNREAL, much.

We have survived through camping trips in rainstorms, so a picnic like yesterday's was nothing in comparison. I should probably add that a police car cruised over to check up on us. We looked like a bunch of homeless, I think.

The place was beautiful, though. We set ourselves up by the lake.

And in the end, we relocated back to my backyard to continue the barbecue session. Ironically, it was sunny skies here in Mississauga.

So an hour drive to Orillia, and another hour drive back. We might as well have stayed home. But it was all in the name of fun...

I actually had a pretty awesome time.
Operation Orillia was mediocre.=)

Past-midnight philosophical rage

Niccolo Machiavelli
is a DOUCHEBAG

His political philosophy involves:
scamming the country.
being a selfish, deceitful, cunning, egotistical, narcissistic, power-loving

SON OF A #%#$!!!!!

Reading his works makes me mad,
I wanna kill him.
But he's DEAD.

"It is much safer to be feared than loved…for love is held by a chain of obligation which, men being selfish, is broken whenever it serves their purpose; but fear is maintained by a dread of punishment which never fails."-Machiavelli

FEAR is terrorism. FEAR causes revolt. ANARCHY.

Punishment becomes redundant when the mass breaks loose.

Okay, I'm sleepy. Goodnight!

A letter;

To you,
I know you are reading this right now.
For reasons, I can make assumptions.
One, you are a creepy stalker.
Two, you simply care about what I go through everyday.
I couldn't care less for which reasons. But I couldn't help but realize that you try to understand me.

Even when I do not know who I really am.

I woke up reflecting on everything we talked about last night. I am grateful to have you around. You have supported me through. It means a lot to have you encouraging me. It means even more to have you as an audience of my drama production.

Or an audience of my life. My sometimes tumultuous life.

THANK YOU.
for everything

It helps to know that you will always be there for me.
It helps to know that I am not alone.
& I really hope I can do the same to you.

You never fail to make me laugh with our odd inside jokes. You are amazing.

Much love,
-the sheep.

P.S. Thanks for introducing Mraz to me. His music helps me through the day...subconsciously, you do too.
P.S.S. Just thought I should let you know, I slept in until 12:30. While you woke up at 7. =)

music, drama, fish & ZOMBIE.

I was a zombie roaming through the halls of school today.
Fortunately, I was a zombie who did NOT have to do much thinking. =)
My classes were all presentations and discussions. That spared me from doing any writing, too.

Sarah Taylor from Much Music (Canadian version of MTV) visited my school for an assembly. She spoke of diversity (eliminating sexism, homophobia, racism, socio-economic class...etc). She shared stories of her childhood and advised to be critical of the media. That very much abolished my narrow-minded perception of pop-culture show hosts being nothing more than pretty-faces onscreen.

It is kinda funny because for the past two days I stayed home watching Sarah Taylor on TV, and I saw her physically onstage today. I have always had this silly notion of actors and people EXISTING in my television are shrunken up in size. I won't deny, I am weird. Well, I have a weird mind, at least.

Fifth period West & the World History class was cancelled. So I am home early. We have never had a full week of that class since the begining of the semester. It is such an easy course. I LOVE that class!

Oh an I was supposed to have drama rehearsals today.
I have missed 3 rehearsals in a week.
Well, I skipped another one today...NOT in the mood to act.
& The directors let me off, because I did look like a zombie.

I am part of a production known as The Empire of the Magic Beanstalk.
It sounds crappy. But it really isn't.
It is Jack & the Beanstalk + Rapunzel + The Little Mermaid + gone political, business & environmentally destructive.

It's a comedy/satirical.
The lines are hilarious.

I play lead antagonist: Agnes aka Jack's evil (BUT sexy?) mama.
In brief, my character plans to take over the world, .
Oh, and Agnes umm...has an affair with a prince years younger(?!).
Scandalous, much.

It's FRIDAY. I look forward to Sunday.
I will be attending the Perch Festival in Orillia.
It is apparently dedicated to those who love the fish, perch.
I would LOVE to try some smoked perch...mmmm.

"Today is the past of the future."-Sarah Taylor