Identity
known: Remalna Marguerite
age: 19
dob: Aug.3, '82
where: Toronto
uni: Yes
fav. study: Bio.
and least: Eng.
ST: TNG, VOY, Enterprise.
anime: Escaflowne; Trigun; CCS; SKU
manga: X; TB
amour: Kamui, Vash, Folken & Subaru
contact: e-mail/MSN
guestbook: leave a message?

Collective

Archived Entries
September 2001: Sorata
October 2001: Sorata (encore)
November 2001: Kamui (most of Nov.)

Daily Reads
Amy
Ann
Anna
Cellie
Dianna
Laine
Lyn
Maria
Murasaki
Nikko
Rubie
Sarah-neko
Savannah
Shikari
Sonja

Often Visits
feffi.com
sakurazukamori.net
mad-hatter.org

Rings
<-log* revolution->
« ? CLAMP Logs # »
« ? otaku blogs # »

Passing Fancies
wear: pants & shirts with collars.
chew: Cheerio
listen: Tori Amos, PJ Harvey, Yoko Kanno, Loreena McKennitt.
write: Kakyou fic Ch.1, untitled YxSub fic.
watch: @discovery.ca; Enterprise; Queer As Folk; P's SaberMJ DVDs.
wish: X-13; X OAVs; more Utena DVDs; for love and peace in the world.

With A Grain of Salt
...fun found ici
FY: Hotohori
ideal: Hotohori
VOE: Van (I am not amused)
Trigun: Legato
SKU: Kozue
X: Kakyou
Historical: Lenin (communism runs in the family @_@)

Layout
Kamui Shirou, from X, is this feature's coverboy. His character undergoes tremendous change from X-1 to the current times. His persona morphs from that of an angry, rebellious upstart, to a devastated victim, an indecisive leader and, at last! the nice boy of X16+. Besides, he's simply adorable.

Details
pitas.com--my host & a good place to blog! The above image of Kamui was found at With A Slash. The font used for graphics is "Casteller", which came with the compy. Notepad + PSP 4 were used some time or other. All images are hosted at freeservers.com.

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This is a full-blown complain entry--please ignore!

This is...umm...a PURELY complaining/yappy entry, very rant-ish. Just ignore me.

URGH! This has been eating me from the inside out for a while now. It's like a...a worm that's been leaving a bitter trail of shit in my chest. Normally, I'm a pretty philosophical person; let bygones be bygones, breathe in, breathe out, count to 10 in as many languages as I can recall, then exhale--that kind of a person, but.

I can't take U of T anymore. I just CANNOT. I don't know why. I just finished a very pleasant conversation with some online friends. I'm listening to Maaya Sakamoto's pleasant albeit inflectionless voice. I just finished my pleasant nightly ice-cream ritual. By all rights, I should be feeling very pleasant. However, that's the case at all. I feel like smashing something...umm...or taking a big butcher knife (ugh, I'm pretty sure we have one of those in the house somewhere ^_^;;;;) and loop with one violent swoop, the head off a fish. Or better, yet, smoking weed and chopping some organics. And singing along to Tori Amos! Tori's "Little Earthquakes" has some nice, angry songs in it. Yeah. Yeah!

Well, U of T officially sucks. For me. It's my fault, I'm sure it must be. It's always my fault isn't it Mums, Dads? Weeeelll, I just hate everyone there, including my friends who I would normally like on a normal day. But I guess today's rather extraordinary. I can't explain. NO, I CAN explain it. Lend me your ears my fellow bloggers!

Graduating from highschool with an nice little average, I was accepted to Queens, McMaster, University of British Columbia and the Univeristy of Toronto. To study the life sciences, which is what I'm doing, those four are the best in Canada. My ambitious parents pushes me to attend med school. They ignore the fact that I got the second (or third? I dunno) highest mark in art, top marks in law, and english class. They completely ignore the fact that my forte are the arts. I love music, I love art, I love the humanties (well, I hate languages, but I love archeology, art history, etc.)--but no! That isn't good enough for their only daughter! "You must be a doctor. You must. You must. Youmustyoumustyou will you will you must do you stupid girl, m e d i c i n e."

So. I chose U of T, because that's what "all nice chinese girls and boys go to for the sciences" (blah! Horse shit), and if I went else where I would be "disgracing" the family. I find that chemistry is too much, and I drop it.

Surprisingly, my parents fully supported me. Even though I just blew $480 'cause I dropped after dealine refund date. I told them I will do it in the summer, and they enthousiastically agreed. My parents are not bad people, in fact, they're quite wonderful when I am being a nice girl and getting nice marks in school. Aha! When I'm NOT earning nice marks, they can be...not so hot. "It's for your own good, you'll thank us when you're older. We know more about life than you, your opinion does not count."

Then, this bitch from highschool snags me after a class and insists on walking home with me. Okay, sure. I smile back pleasantly. Turns out the only reason she wanted to walk home with me is to rub my face in the dirt and to flaunt the fact that she's taking "all the hard sciences" like chemistry and physics.

She tells me quite candidly that I am an art student. Oh? I reply, calmly (I was very calm at that point), how so? "Oh, you're so lucky! You get reading week, that's a week off while we science students have to do exams!". How droll. She has known me for five years. We took the same science classes together in highschool. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, it says that I'm a, lo and behold, life science major just like she is. Mwahaha, she's so funny! I would be laughing if it didn't wound my pride that much. I did my best to defend the arts and humanities, but she just said how they bored her.

Actually, it's not just her. My former physics buddy said the same thing to me today. obviously, I can't associate with such bigots again. Good riddance!

This, I feel, illustrates the extreme academic prejudice that thrives among the U of T students (and indeed professors and chancellors). They feel that they are better than all the other universities. Yes, it is true that the uni always ranks first in Canada, but that's for performance overall. When you start to dissect, you begin to see it's just a title. Har, U of T, Bitch girl and Ass-boy, you all think U of T is so grand? Then why the hell does it get its ass whopped compared to Harvard, Yale and Oxford? Eh? Canadian small-peas, with our small little lives and small little snotteries.

Oiy. That was...unbelievably therapeutic. I feel much better after that rant. I don't know how long it is, but i'm sure it's pretty long!

In conclusion, I still love my parents even though I am irritated by them sometimes. However, that's okay because I think that they truly believe that they're helping me, and it's rather nice to have people taking care of you, supporting you and such. However, I am extremely displeased with my current university. I think this rant and my violent moodswing tonight may be due to my approaching period, and nothing more than a little concern being magnified by unbalanced estrogen levels. Well. The holidays are approaching fast so I'll get time to better reflect then. Thanks for listening, hope I didn't scare anyone >_>;;;