More goals

So here are more goals to add to my 101 list that I must complete by the end of 2010.

14. Make a sock puppet

15. Read the news more

16. Watch the news more

17. Become more aware of current issues

18. Implicate social justice

19. Learn better vocabulary

20. Name my three cacti

21. Draw on a rock

22. Return Sarah's DavenBuster's gifts to her

23. Be a better friend

24. Meet more people

25. Be more confrontational

26. Listen more

27. Love better

28. Be more grateful.

29. Be more thoughtful and reflective

30. Read more books on theology and spirituality

31. Read the Bible (this goal will later be changed to add subgoals including chapters of the Bible and deadlines)

32. Understand my parents better

33. Be more honest

34. Give without expecting to receive

35. Try to finish things

36. Get my Machiavelli book back from David

37. Get my Ender's Game book back from the kid

38. Watch more historical movies

39. Read a famous person's bibliography (like Genghis Khan!)

40. Earn enough money to cover my trip to HK and to tide over so I can cover any other fees in regards to the trip.

41. Go somewhere out of Canada. (yeah, this goal is weak, but whatever)

42. Exercise more

43. Learn Mandarin

44. Judge less

45. Drink more water

46. Watch the shark documentary. Or watch more documentaries in general.

47. Buy a pretty thermos

48. Finish Ryan's Munny

49. Be more punctual to church

I can't stop blogging. I guess it means I have no one to talk to.

I need more friends.

Questions I've always wished someone would ask me:

There are a whole barrage of questions I wish someone would ask me.

Here are some:

"If you could be any creature in the world, what would it be?"

-I would be a great blue whale, because they are graceful and peaceful despite their size. Also, no predator can attack me because I would be huge.

"If you could be any predator in the world, what would it be?"

-I would be the great white shark because I admire their vicious, solitary nature. They seem to have a very single-minded behaviour, therefore their voracious mannerisms seems all the more determined and extreme.

I don't know too much about them, but I like the idea I have of them.

"If you could live in any mythical world, where would you live?"

-If by mythical as in legends, I would live in the world of Atlantis underwater. However, if it was a fictional world I would probably live in the world of Damar in the book "The Blue Sword".

"What is your favourite book that you wish you were the only person to love it?"

-The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley

"What are your favourite authors that you cherish the most?"

- Roald Dahl, L.M. Montgomery, Robin McKinley are three. Probably more, but I love these two for creating worlds that I want to live in.

"What type of books do you enjoy reading or are drawn to?"

-Good science fiction and fantasy. I also love reading warped fairy tales. I think those are my favourites.

Just had a moment

I just had a moment where I remembered something embarrassing I had done.

It never ceases to amaze me how stupid I can be.

I want to shoot myself in the head to erase the memory.

It's true. Girls are silly and awful sometimes. But then, so are pandas.

Salad Leaves

I hate the sound salad makes when the dry, clean leaves squeak against the bowl.

It's like nails on a chalkboard.

If you don't get what I mean, eat a salad.

Ways I will probably die:

More in a whimsical mood than morbid.

Here are some ways I think I would die:

6. Disease, specifically Tetanus or HIV: being very clumsy I manage to prick myself on unsanitary things a lot. I also sometimes work as a scrubber at my Dental job cleaning instruments. One day I may just happen to prick myself on an instrument that was used to clean the teeth of an HIV+ patient. I will then contract the disease and die from it. I will not want to see my family because I will feel very contagious. I will probably die feeling very alone and bitter.

5. Drowning: allured by friends who like swimming, I will follow them into a lake. Being quite inactive and disliking swimming, I will soon be separated from them. Floundering in a reclusive area I will slip on a mossy rock and hit my head on the rocky underwater bed. There I will drown to my death and be found the day after where my corpse will be bloated and nibbled on by fish.

4. Murdered and Raped: being quite unnoticeable in crowds, I will be an easy target for any sexual predator. I would be on a subway going home one day on a late night. I would have tried to dress in my best clothes to see my friends, but I would still be average-looking with my plain face. This will attract the killer who is looking for an easy victim. I am petite and weak. I will be accosted in a dark space where struggles and screams are unheard. I will be assaulted and murdered. The police will never find my body.

3. Falling down the stairs: I will be old by this time. Fragile and frail, just coming home from the hospital for an innocuous hip replacement or from a previous injury I encountered in my clumsy state. Waking up in the morning I will head down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, my foot will slip and I will tumble down the stairs to my death. I will then be discovered by whoever is living with me at that time. It would be an instant death.

2. Cancer: My family has a a history of cancer. During middle-age I would probably discover mine. I will go through all the treatments, but to no avail. I will die a pro-longed and painful death. But I'll probably be happy to be with my family during my dying stages.

1. Car accident: I am extremely clumsy and have no sense of direction. I will most likely be hit by a car. I also have awful space gage and a bad sense of reflex. Either one of these flaws will lead to my death.

Oh yay.

I guess I am in a morbid mood after all.

Time to think of a happy post!

itsy bitsy spider...

Today I stepped on a spider.

Or I think I did.

Anyhow, I looked down to discover this tangle of light yellow string, that on closer inspection allowed me to realize it was a bug!

I stared at it for five seconds. It was a very alarming experience. Then I gargled a yell. You know, one of those yells where they stick to your throat because you so abruptly made a noise that your body wasn't ready for it. Not a pleasant sound.

However, in the midst of my shock and disgust I actually did want to pick it up with tape and stick it in my sketchbook, but that was after my father threw it in the toilet.

Yeah, I don't know what's with my obsession with bugs in my sketchbook either.

They do look very fragile and delicate though, I guess I just want to capture that aspect of them. Their spinal, stringy frame that creates such distaste and fear in me.