I have returned! (But I never promised you consistant updates, now did I?)
Word of the Moment:
Risk- (noun/verb) a plunge, gamble, peril; to be in jeopardy; to throw oneself headlong into danger with out thought about the danger involvedEh…had to write a research paper off that one little word.
(Who KNEW that ‘risk’ came from the French word ‘risqué’ and that came from the Italian ‘risco?!?’
Well, I guess you do now. ^^;; )
Here’s what I turned in for our first metaphorical paper part (had to define it in a series of metaphors)
Yup, I turned in a practiacally blank sheet of papter.
Surprisingly enough, my teacher loved it. XD
(My cousin suggested I do it. ;D Something along the lines of “free-balling it.”
Yup, she’s the Indie of the family, and I love her. ^w^ She has the greatest CDs…)
Must admit, it was an interesting theme to use.
But now…the definition doesn’t look so inviting.
My dad’s in the money-management business. -__- If you’ve been watching the news, that is almost self-explanatory.
Anyways…my family is going through a hard time right now with the Recession and all (Crash of Stark-market, economy, etc…), financially and otherwise.
(My dad’s gone a lot. It’s pretty hard on my mum. He’s getting better about it but still…
The stress is wearing on the both of them.)
…Not to mention that I have EXAMINATIONS next week. 8( Yipe.
However…
1. I’ve learned some pretty creative things to do with my clothes…(rip a piece up and make it into something new, make a skirt into a top, coordinate, steal items from my mom, shirts from my brother, tops from my sister, THRIFT SHOPPIN’! XD, etc…^w^)
2. I think that all of the things that have been happening have put everything in a new perspective for me; I’m starting to understand what really lasts.
Honestly, our families closer than ever right now. We don’t have all the material things floating around. My dad’s home more.
All good, except that his business is nearly toasted. O_o I’m just counting my blessings that he hasn’t lost his job and we still have our house and a good portion of our savings, unlike many families these days.
I’m concentrating on the positive things. ^__^ It could be worse. Much, much worse.
I could be a kid with AIDS. I could be a kid alone in the middle of the desert with AIDS. I could have tapeworms. I could be cockroach. O_o *shivers* Okay, THAT would be bad.
3. I’ve also realized that I’m truly thankful that my family has always implemented the values of frugality on me and my siblings.
We’ve never had a stage in life where we’ve gotten everything we wanted. Never ever. What we NEEDED always came first.
So now, when we can’t get or have nearly as much, there’s not really much of a difference.
We don’t feel the effects as dramatically as some of the rich kids in denial who whine to their mum and dad for clothes and crud just because they’ve known nothing else.
I’m glad. =_= Really. Honestly. *coughs*
But that doesn’t mean I’m not a little bit scared.
I’m not a natural risk taker. I don’t LOVE for things to change. Lucky for me, at least I can take the shots as they swing. I go with the flow; I don’t kayak upstream.
I’m learning to love and hate the word I was forced to define.
[end ramble]
Risk. *hums* It’s a strange thing.
A risk must be taken before it exists. It is the first step toward the edge of the crater. It is the fruit plucked from a forbidden tree. To risk something is to be alone, an off chart island in an unknown world. It is the source of boundless creations and unnumbered failures. Risk is a dark ocean, opaque and unknown. It is the map to the road not yet traveled. Risk is the bull roaring into the arena, facing Picadores with pointy sticks in its rage, only to find the Matador waiting for him. It is the bridge on which all must cross to both live and die. It is the last bullet, the raising of the white flag. It is all and nothing. Risk is the rope that connects the anchor to the climber. It is the act of cutting that rope and moving down alone towards the rocky bottom. To exist, one must first take a risk, to gamble living life and regretting it, or simply not experience it at all. It is the eagle riding the wind currents into the heart of the storm.
Ehem. *coughs violently* After that very long, drawn-out bit o’ Gena-life…
(
E-e-exaaaminations…O-o *spazes*)
Let’s get down and de-stressify! 8D *skitters off and scribbles for a bit*
Before:
(XD Heh, just kidding. This is from about a year ago.
My invisionment of a gender-bended Naruto, Kyuubi-ified...while PMSing. O_o Scary stuff.
So are the heinous proportions on this thing's neck, face, and chest...D8
Yikes, an even
more amaturish example of my amatur drawing!)
And After:
“Reinterpretation of Supergirl” based losely off of the artist.
(I repeat, LOSELY. I'm not missing the part of my neck, thank you. XD)
Though…*squints* honestly, if I didn’t tell you it was SG, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell.
Um, artistic license?
The colbalt blue of her eyes is really convicting to me.
And now…*theme music comes on* Dud da da DUM! Suuuuper-study! :shakefist:
…I’m off to go prepare manically for my examinations this week. 0_= *twitches*
Till then,
~Ja ne
Edited by Gena kumo, 15 December 2008 - 09:38 AM.