I’d been thinking of moving blogs for awhile.

So today, I finally did. Tumblr, here I come.

I won’t be using this blog any more; instead, follow me at

Same blog name, just a different host.

Thank you to all of you readers for reading my blog and commenting on my posts. <3

Adios; you were a great help when I wanted to rant.


Upward and onward! (Undine)

I rather like the way’s Blogs can be named with captions. Like my own.

It’s not a feature many blog hosts have.

That’s all Folks!

You’ll never guess where that’s from! :P

One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though … betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope.

- Steven Deitz

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”


’tis music to my ears

I’ve been enraptured by this fascinating little gadget I was introduced to a while ago, and decided to introduce it to you too.

With thanks to one of my favorite authors, Kristin Cashore, who linked to it in her blog, and I quote her:

Go to this page, turn up your sound, click on a few squares, and see what happens. Then click on more. Keep clicking! Write your name and see what it sounds like. Draw lines and grids. Draw the Grim Reaper! Draw flowers!”

No thanks to my older sister, who apparently already knew of this, and did not show it to me herself. Hmph.

But I still love her anyway.

Then go and play with the screen here. Which is very, um, nature-y.

I’ve actually posted about the latter a year or so ago. Which I got from my friend jreparada’s blog. Which you should visit. Because its awesome.

So dance to some music, make flowers pop up- actually, here’s a better idea. Make up your own tune, record it, and go plant real flowers while listening to the tune you just recorded.

Or you may just want to plant flowers while listening to the melody of nature. Which sounds better, in my opinion.

As such, I take your leave,

Until next time,


Dystopia, and other reads

I haven’t been on for MONTHS, I know, its an unforgivable crime. But please, O dear readers, forgive this slight of mine.

Anyway, I was thinking-

Yes, I know, the horror. I WAS THINKING!

So, as I was saying, I was thinking of how my English teacher accused me of being a Dystopia-Genre Fanatic.

And I found it rather amusing, having realized that my love for these dystopian books started upon my arrival in high school. Specifically, my history class.

The very first complete dystopian story I ever read, you see, was Harrison Bergeron. If any of you haven’t read it, there is the link. It’s a short story, so it won’t take long. Go on, read it. I’ll be right here.

Now, after I read the story, I had to answer some questions. They were general, opinion, what-would-you-do-in-this-situation, what-do-you-think-of-these-people/place questions.

Keep in mind that this was the first time I’d ever read a dystopian story.

I freaked out.

It wasn’t a crazy-girl-screaming freak out, more of a WHAT-THE-HELL-I-HATE-THIS-STORY!!!! freak out. Seeing as I had never, EVER read such a story (most of the stories I had read at that point involved some sort of fairy or hero/heroine-to-the-rescue) and I was rather subdued that even in a STORY there was no one who came to the rescue. Evil won.

It was a sad, sad day.

To say the least, I hated the story, hated it with all the hate I could give it, and when it came to answering the questions, I became rather rebellious and gave these ridiculous answers. In retrospect, I can’t believe my teacher could make sense of them.

Not to state the obvious, but I failed that homework assignment. Curiously, it was also the very first grade of that year. Thankfully, it did not set off a sequence of similar bad grades. I finished the class with straight As.

But it occurs to me, that that I hated that story them, but when I read it a couple months later, curiously, it wasn’t as bad as I remembered it. Perhaps after the initial shock of actually reading a story with a not-quite-so-happy ending, I could focus more on the story and its meaning, and less on….the gloominess I had been originally dwelling on.

And THIS is how I came to love dystopian stories. Of course, I hate the situations- no sane person could love them- but I love how the stories don’t necessarily sugar-coat anything. They present their evil, cruel world honestly.

Like how I’m used to. In real life. Good and bad are separate.

There’s actually a New Yorker article on dystopain fiction….here. Which my English teacher gave me, actually, and which I ended up using for an English project. On the theme ‘Dystopia’.


Across time and space…

So, it seems to me, that time has flown by, and I have not blogged in two weeks. Two weeks without blogging! Yes, you can harangue me.

I used a vocab word! It was one of the new ones! Haha my English teacher would be so proud.  I feel so ebullient.

Also another vocabulary word.
I am perfectly aware this is a little childish, but still.

Anyway. Time. Memories.

Being notoriously bad with names and having moved around a LOT is a very bad combination. (Throw in an account on FaceBook, and it gets worse. Times three.) What ends up happening is that you will have gotten friend requests from people you don’t quite remember, even if it does seem a little familiar.

This is usually how the messages go.

“OMG, do you remember me? Do you? We were in <insert grade> together, and we <insert fun thing I do not remember doing>, do you remember??”

Normally, the conversation would break off into two very different circumstances at this point. Usually it’s a “No, I’m sorry, I’m not very good with names. And I’ve moved around so much, there are quite a few names I have to remember. (The other question subtly deflected. Or, at the very least, what I hope is subtle.)

Or, (and this is much more infrequent) I can excitedly go Yes! I do remember third grade, when we, and by we, I mean our little group of classmates, used to sneak out into the ‘garage’ afterschool, simply for the thrill of doing something forbidden and not being caught, and because we were told to stay away from the machinery, and being the little rebels that we were, we couldn’t resist. (I was such a little rebel. If I didn’t remember this, I would adamantly refuse such a thing happened. Or not. I’m still a bit of a rebel. The reverse psychology’s still there.)

In, um, less words that that. Usually it would just be “Yeah, I totally remember!! I remember you!! How’s it going over there on the other side of the world??”

Memories can be a funny thing. And I can say that, even though I am not a frail old woman who can’t remember her own name. I know my name. At least, I think I do. I do. Really. Right?

Anyway. What awkward moments have you had with people/events you don’t remember?

The look on your face before the conversation becomes awkward.


I hate essays…

…but saying so is neither very inspirational, nor is a quote, and it definitely has nothing to do with today’s quote, so let’s just ignore that random outburst, and get on with the quote, shall we now?

“If you let fear of consequence prevent you from following your deepest instinct, then your life will be safe, expedient and thin.” -Katherine Butler Hathaway

The ‘SparkPeople translation’ is 

Does anyone really set out to live a watered-down version of life? Would people rather pick the leftovers off the ground instead of choosing from the ripe fruit on the tree? It’s doubtful. But to live a full life, to pick that fruit, you have to reach up. The unknown can be intimidating and downright scary. Just as your instincts are pushing you toward something you deeply want, fear can be pushing you away with thoughts of failure or unintended outcomes. That struggle can be nerve-wracking. Courageous people still feel fear. They just choose to put it aside and go with their gut. You can do it too. How? Become more afraid of keeping your dreams in a closet than the thought of what could happen if you try.

Basically, it means, follow that inner feeling. Your gut-feeling, your instinct, your ‘sixth sense’, whatever you call it, listen to it- listen to yourself- because its usually the right thing. (I can’t believed how many tests I’ve passed because something told me “The answer’s C, not B, you dunderhead” in the mulitple-choice section, despite my very distinctly remembering the answer should be B…then later realizing the that ‘B’, (or whichever I thought the answer was) was one of the reasons, but not the main ones….ahh, thank you inner gut-feeling.

So trust your instinct, dare to take some risks (the good kind, not the ones where you want to jumping off a 100 story building into a tiny childrens’ washtub below…or anything even remotely similar to that…), live a little.

Like the character from The Good Girl’s Guide to Getting Lost: A Memoir of Three Continents, Two Friends, and One Unexpected Adventure, which I have not as yet read, but hope to acquire a copy of through this Goodreads Giveaway (entries close by the 28th of March, 2011), or, if not, from my public library.

Shout-out to the workers in Japan who volunteered at the Fukushima nuclear plant, putting their lives at risk to try and control the reactors and possibly cool them down. Your efforts mean a lot- you’re risking everything to help save people you may not know, perhaps even the world. If you weren’t trying to cool those reactors, then the readiation plume (that may and may not have reached the western shores of the U.S.) would be awfully dangerous and harmful- and I have a cousin there. Who’s married, and pregnant with her second child.

(I know this doesn’t quite have anything to do with the quote, but I’ve been wanting to do this anyway.)

So thank you, from my family and myself.

Everything, from then ’til now

I am SO sorry. I know I’ve not posted anything over the past two weeks. I’m so, so sorry.

Now I shall proceed to quickly (cough) update you over what has happened.

I’ve read Pathfinder (five stars, and it’s the first in a series), finished The Catcher in the Rye (four stars, but really just because of the language, so make that 4.5), Crown Duel (4 and a half stars, because it seemed a little stretched out in places, but otherwise wonderful, also first in a series),  Starcrossed (Ahhh!! I love it!! Gimme more!! Obviously 5 stars, and also first in a series. And not a romance, despite the title), Annexed (umm, 3 stars? It was not heart-wrenching, and I expected it to be a tear-jerker but it wasn’t) , Flygirl (5 stars, and then some. It really was amazing), and The Second Dutchess (about 4 stars. Its a good mystery :) ), which I received a copy of through Goodreads’ First-reads.

(I always link my books to Goodreads because all the information is there0 the synopsis, rating, Google Previews, if there are any, links to Amazon/WorldCat/Google eBooks and other such sites where they are sold, reviews, ratings, everything)

My sister came for spring break.I got her to read Pathfinder and she was totally hooked. A day and a half into it, she was begging me to tell her if her suspicions are correct. She read Flygirl too, and like me was sobbing and laughing simultaneously. Maybe if you read it you’ll get it.

I don’t remember her doing that since she read The Hunger Games. Which means she loved it. I knew she would. Its all physics-y and time travel-y and suspenseful.

We watched Gnomeo and Juliet (I now feel really sorry for old William Shakespeare), and we planned to watch How to Train your Dragon, but never got to go around to it, because my little sis and I had work to do, and never quite found the time. Since it was her spring break, but not ours.

She left, my dad’s here, we went to the park today.

I chased around after my wandering brothers, while attempting to pat attention the antics of all three little siblings. It’s left me completely worn out.

Which is why I’ve crawled here to blog, because I need a break, and because it makes for a good warm-up for the essay I shall have to start writing, now.


P.S. If you have a FaceBook account, try playing ‘Flutter’- its absolutely flutterific!

(Of course, my opinion may be biased because I’m a nature girl and and environmentalist at heart and am obsessed with rainforests- but don’t let that stop you.)

Monday’s Quote

It seems I am stuck on Uncle Iroh’s quotes but Oh, Well.

Its time for you to look inward and begin asking yourself the big questions: Who are you and what do you want?

-Uncle Iroh, “Avatar: The Last Airbender: Lake Laogai (#2.17)”