Valentines Lunch- Fit For a Queen

Valentines Lunch- Fit For a Queen

So we ordered Maccers in :3

How to feel less sorry for yourself? Eat a shit ton of fast food, don’t think about it, you’ll feel bad about it later (maybe), but it feels so damn good when you eat it.

McDonalds. Yum. Been a while since I’ve eaten that… Now I suppose I’ll have to work.

I HANDED IN MY WORLD LIT LAST NIGHT!!! YAY!!! It’s EXACTLY 1,500 words long!! YAY ME! So that’s finally off my shoulders… now to do my Philosophy IA… my TOK… my final CAS reflection… my Chemistry IA… and all my revision.

Well fuck me. WHATEVER! I GOT MY WORLD LIT DONE! SUSKIND CAN KISS MY ASS! IT’S DONE! 😀

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World Freaking Literature

World Freaking Literature

Why is this so hard to finish????

SERIOUSLY!

I’ve done NA-TING.

Been in school a whole… what… nearly 4 hours?

I’ve done no work. WHY?!

Jeeeeez. I suck too much for my own good.

In good news, I suppose, my two friends and I have looked up and done all but BOOK for the graduation trip. Honest to goodness. We haven’t said concrete yes to anyone else, so we only did this as a hypothetical (but it could turn very, very real)…

We found a hotel and flights. Round trip flights, breakfast included, free wifi, 5 nights… total per person? SG$580

Sure that doesn’t include lunch, dinner, alcohol, parties, travel between the airport and hotel etc… but still that’s a bloody good deal!! AND it’s sorting something out that is just *not* getting done.

Everyone’s been talking about this for MONTHS… but it has been all talk and the occasional gaze over some villas or hotel deals. In a matter of an hour and a half (if we had credit cards/ money), we could have booked everything that we needed to get booked!

It’s frustrating. The whole thing is such a debacle, you don’t want to offend anyone, at the same time it’s a self-organised trip! Toes will be stepped on! Everyone has different price ranges and different ideals for the trip.

There’s a massive divide between those who want a villa and those who want a hotel… I frankly don’t care. It’s a place that we’ll leave our bags at and sleep for less than 8 hours every night… with the exception of breakfast, we spend barely any time there- so why bother with a fancy ass villa?

At the same time, with a villa you don’t have to worry about making too much noise, space is hardly an issue, you can continue the party at your “pad”…

I don’t know… but it seems so much more complicated when you’re trying to organise for 12 people. We looked at deals for 5 people, 5 nights. Done, sorted, over. It’s so easy! But, as with most things, the more people that are involved, the harder it is to do…

I just want to click confirm… but I haven’t spoken to parentals on all this (seeing as they’re paying for it all…). AND the rate I’m going with my work/revision… I won’t be graduating either.

SO

Back to actually working… for once… hahaha

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Eros and Psyche

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Sculpture by Antonio Canova

This my favourite sculpture in the entire world. I remember the first time I laid eyes on it at the Louvre, it captured my heart in an instant. It wasn’t until today that I actually found the story of Eros (lust) and Psyche (soul).

Naturally, the tale comes from the Ancient Greeks originally (not that it didn’t stop the Romans stealing it, renaming Eros: Cupid). The version below is taken directly from Wikipedia (link at the bottom, woohoo for (bad) referencing!) :

The earliest recorded version of the story is the one told by Apuleius, which goes like this.

Psyche is a princess who is so beautiful that people begin to treat her like a goddess, making symbolic gestures and even sacrifices to her. The goddess Venus is jealous of this and decides as her revenge she will ask her son Cupid to make Psyche fall in love with some ugly mortal. Cupid reluctantly agrees, and flies to Psyche’s bedside. But as he is about to shoot one of his fateful arrows, Psyche wakes up, startles him, and he scratches his own leg. He falls in love with her.

Meanwhile, Psyche’s parents are concerned that Psyche has no suitors. She is so beautiful that no one dares to propose to her. They go to an oracle of Apollo, which instructs them to prepare her for marriage as one would be prepared for human sacrifice. The parents tearfully carry out this instruction, escorting her in procession to the top of a cliff. Psyche accepts her fate boldly, saying she is eager to meet her beautiful new husband.

The parents and their entourage leave Psyche to her fate. Psyche is then transported to a wood, where she finds a beautiful palace. She goes in, and begins to live there, served by invisible spirits. She even has an invisible lover. But he tells her she is not allowed to look at him directly, and he visits her only at night. She doesn’t even know who he is.

But Psyche can hear the voices of her sisters calling to her from the mortal realm. She goes back to visit them. They hear her stories about her new life, and jealously they urge to look at her husband, raising doubts in her mind that he might be a monster. So that night she looks at him, using a lamp. She sees that he is a god. But she frightens him, and he jostles the lamp, spilling hot oil on himself, which injures him. He leaves her and goes back to the realm of the gods.

Psyche returns home and is miserable. She then goes to temples and makes sacrifices to all the gods to find out which one it was that had been her lover. The only god who will answer her is Venus. The god turns out to be none other than her son Cupid (i.e. Desire or Eros; Venus means sexual desire, and Psyche’s name in turn means “soul”). Psyche begs Venus to help her find Cupid, and Venus then imposes a series of labors on Psyche – including a descent into Hades. Psyche is able to achieve these labors with help from divine assistants, including, for the last labor, Cupid himself.

Her successful completion of the labors means that Psyche is at last able to marry Cupid officially – she becomes immortal and they are united in eternity.

Then Psyche and Cupid have a baby, Voluptas (Pleasure) – who was, however, conceived before their official wedding.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cupid_and_Psyche

I have been inspired. 🙂

This is the second time I’ve had to write about this sculpture in my IB course, the first time being in TOK when we had to bring in a picture of one of our favourite pieces of art. The second time being now as I do my World Lit essay, one of the perfumes mentioned is called ‘Amor and Psyche’, which led me to look up any possible points of significance I could include in my analysis.

When I finally read the story I just knew I had to share it with you all!

(For the record: I don’t really think it does… unless… hang on… you’re currently reading my brain turning cogs right now… oh my god there is significance! HOLY CRAP! BRAIN BLAST! I GET IT! OMG! :O)

Okay, I might as well un-bracket this. HERE IS MY THEORY AS TO WHY “AMOR AND PSYCHE” IS SIGNIFICANT…………………..

Ok, so ‘Amor and Psyche’ translates to ‘Love/Lust and Soul’, after Grenouille replicates the perfume perfectly for Baldini in chapter 15 in order to convince him to take him on as an apprentice, Grenouille then offers to “make it better” (pg 88). This process of ‘making it better’, that being the scent of “Love and Soul” begins with Baldini when he teaches Grenouille, the tick, how to distill essences. From there Grenouille moves from perfumer to perfumer as he follows the course of Suskind’s bildungsroman novel, eventually making his masterpiece.

How? How does he make the scent of “love and soul” better? Well, by killing and distilling the ‘essences’ of 25 maidens. Not just any maidens at that, but 25 maidens that are some of “those rare humans who inspire love” (pg 195).

Grenouille’s masterpiece is the literal distillation of “love and soul”.

I’m a freaking genius.

*Smug Smirk*

Really hope this helps anyone out there who is doing “Perfume” for their Text in Translation essay! Good luck IB-ers!

My Copy of “Perfume” for Page References!

Hoy Choy-Yoy

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The title for this post is not the correct spelling… but it certainly is the correct pronunciation, that is as long as you say it with a despairing-for-your-life-because-you’re-so-screwed-for-mock-IB-exams kind of way.

Sat in English Lit just wondering whether it would be more painful to pile all my IB files and papers and books as high as they will go, then jump head first off them (I have no doubt in my mind that it would be high enough that I’d probably die on impact with the ground…), or if I should just do the conventional… and jump out the classroom window.

We’re doing “Streetcar” and “Warren’s” notes and I just know there is no way around how screwed I am. I can’t do the English exams, I’m not even kidding. A1, unseen commentary… ugh. Never been very good at it. Then there’s A2… the play text comparisons… eeeesh, I think if I had a few more days to revise quotes I’d be okay but only okay. This will be the first time we attempt to do an A2 paper and I have a really bad feeling.

My teacher (hey look at that! The first time I’ve not referred to him as: Mr. Asshole) still wants our World Lit essays in. The one that I haven’t finished re-writing yet. My philosophy teacher also wants my IA in. Another one that I haven’t even started editing yet. Then on top of that I really need to start revising for the mocks tomorrow.

Jaysus. I don’t even know. One step at a time. One step at a time. That’s all I can do. That’s all that’s left to do. I’ve pushed myself into this tight place, I can recognise that. Doesn’t mean I like it (nor regret it…).

Ugh. No. Life. IB. Don’t want.

So what can I say that will make this post more interesting for you lovely people that have taken the time to read this far…

I don’t really know. Ha. Sorry. Um. For you fellow IB-ers out there, I’m sure I’ll be posting more IB Notes up soon (still working on Warren’s Part 2, don’t worry!)… Right now I have a mind full of simultaneous fear and knowledge. This dream of finishing IB with a 40 is becoming as distant as my dream to go to Greece. Sure I’m revising, just as sure as I’m still saving up for Greece, but at the end of the day… what does it matter? I’ll still probably not get a 7 in English. I’ll still probably not end up going to Greece this year.

I don’t know why society/life feels the need to dump on pretty much everything we love. Not always, but we only really remember the bad times, don’t we? It’s easier to complain than it is to accept that you’ve fucked up.

I have fucked up.

It’s no use wallowing, although it’s the most tempting avenue of action right now… I need to get my shit together as best I can before I do mocks or exams.

I genuinely cannot believe that exams are so freaking close. Seriously. Just over three months to go. Ughhhhhhhhh. I can do it.

I

Can

Do

It

I have to.

If I want to live, to face myself in the mirror for the rest of my life. I have to do it.

Sounds extreme, but I’m not kidding. I don’t think I’ll be able to respect myself unless I get 38-40 points… I felt so shit about myself after my GCSEs despite getting straight A/A*s. I didn’t get enough A*s. I needed more. I expected more. This is why IB is so important (well, partially why it’s so important) to me. It’s my redemption. Sure, IB is a whole different game plan. I can’t apply my GCSE “successes” to my IB “successes”. Even if I fail something at IB, it’s still better than anything I could dream of doing at GSCE…

The bell’s just gone. Not been in trouble. PHEW!

PS- I desperately need to remember to find my glasses… my eyes are killing me :/

Skip to Study

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Yup, I’m officially one of those IB kids. The ones that skip school to study hard at home. I genuinely plan to study until 5pm today… after my nap :3

Played basketball this morning before school, then just jumped back in the car with mum afterwards. We have an agreement so it’s not like I’m going behind her back. The only thing I feel a tiny bit guilty about is that fact that I’ll be missing my Sports Council Meeting… first one back since December…

Oh well, we never do anything anyway. I only have 9 kids signed up at the moment, so it’s hardly like I’m letting everyone down. I’ve already sent in an email about all the stuff I’ve been thinking about to talk about in the meeting (which, trust me, isn’t much).

Anyway, off to my nap and then ONTO GLORY! (By that I mean IB work. Naturally)

Work I plan to get done today:

  • CAS Reflections (all of them)
  • 20/20 Guide
  • World Lit Essay (edits)
  • “Mrs. Warren’s Profession” notes (maybe a dash of “Streetcar” too)
  • (Potentially) Philosophy IA (edits)
  • Philosophy Freewill essay plan (determinism vs. freewill)
  • Philosophy Freewill essay plan (Satre vs. Marx)
  • (Possibly) Sports Council Assembly powerpoint

Priority:

  • CAS Reflections
  • World Lit
  • Essay Plans

Yes, I know it all won’t get done BUT a girl can dream, can’t she? 🙂