It’s sad that sometimes my blogging habits are fueled by the date. Today’s date is so rare that I want to capture it, put it in my pocket and save it for a rainy day.

At work, I was able to see a truly magnificent sight. It was so amazing that every time I saw it, I tried to pretend it didn’t exist. It was very difficult to look it straight in the eye every time it was carried around.

Yes, you guessed it. It’s the magical tray. A tray of chocolates, all you can eat. Now that its presence had been fully accepted in my head, I tend to splurge on chocolates and that’s bad. Bad!! Yes ok fine, I admit. I’m a chocaholic!

And now, behold the cupcakes that Ai fed us the other day. Is this internship supposed to fatten me up for some sort of slaughter? Should I be scared?

Today I have a story to tell, but for you to understand it I may have to write a little background. But wait, didn’t I say a few entries ago that the rules of essay writing will no longer linger in the back of my head? Ok then, let’s jump into it.

A few weeks ago, I was standing just at the rink after my lesson talking to the other coach. A woman came up and the coach started talking to her. My mind drifted and I started watching the team practice. Then I heard something alarming, something that took my attention back by force. The woman is someone’s mother, and they were all in a bad car accident and one of the girls wasn’t coming to practice anymore till she got better. She has to wear a cast, and the description of the accident itself caused me to be really concerned. Since they already mentioned the girl’s name once or twice, I jumped in and asked if they were talking about the same girl that used to come to the rink – and it was.

Since then, whenever I see the lady and we start saying our greetings I end up asking about the girl, and how she’s doing. Yesterday, though, I confessed to the her that “even if I tell you to say hello, she probably wouldn’t know me,”. It’s true. We’ve only had a few lessons together before she moved up to the team, the only thing we’ve said to each other is “hi”. She probably doesn’t even know my name, but most of the people I skate with don’t since it’s so uncommon and difficult to pronounce… but most of the time I recognize the regulars by name or face at least.

Wonder how the girl would react if she found out a perfect stranger has been asking how she’s been doing after her accident. If it was me, I wouldn’t consider it a bad thing… if anything I’d be flattered people cared enough to ask. Most normal people probably wouldn’t appreciate this!

Are you wondering why this post was tagged with Apollo Justice Countdown when the game is already out? Well, because my copy hasn’t arrived yet and I plan to finish revisiting the games before playing! Although I say that, I do wonder… I never did go along with it when I said I would before the third game came out.

Anyway, I do have some thoughts concerning Case 4 in Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorny. They already state that there are two witnesses, however, Manfred von Karma says ‘Today I will call…” meaning that on this day I will only call one witness. How did he know that the trial will go onto the next day? Did he honestly expect a rookie attorney such as Phoenix to be able to knock down his witness’s testimony?

Let us now fast forward to day 3 of the same trial. A team of specialists have been searching, researching and hunting down all and any clues that might solve the DL-6 incident and find nothing… but Phoenix (or us, the players) take one day to notice the second bullet hole on the elevator door? What madness is this? Also, why is it that my favourite male characters have to be so tragic (and in other words, emo)? Maybe that is the attraction?

I haven’t been fully acclimated with MS Saga: A New Dawn, yet, but the night is young. I did put up videos from the game on my youtube account, though.

What do you guys think of my new flats?

Check this out. I suppose it’s not difficult to guess what I’m feeling right now.

Writer’s block. How many times have I said something like this recently? I logon to my WP and stare blankly at the screen before deciding that nope… nothing to say today. It used to be so easy, too easy. I always had several topics to discuss, no matter how trivial they are to everyone else, I wrote about them on my blog because they were mine to write about. These days the rules of essay writing and topic introduction float in the back of my mind, dictating every sentence that my fingers attempt to type. I want to break free.

... or do I? I believe in rules and order, afterall. Pretty strongly.

My recent internship is giving me a lot of prespective on the kind of person that I am. Even if I am not exactly acting on my thoughts yet, at least I have a good idea of my work ethics and the like. I plan to stick by this no matter what anyone says.

Oops. Looks like I left my lunchbox at work today.

Horses understand us! They do, more than we think they do, especially when it has something to do with treats. When B is in his horsebox having a meal, nothing will make him look. Nothing. The other day I wanted to give him treats before we left so I stood at his door and called him saying that I have polos for him… and he came over, even though he was having breakfast! He had what we gave him before I pointed back into his stall towards his feed and said, “Go finish your breakfast,” and he did. The day after I rode T, who is … well, a ‘lady’. She never really searches my pockets for treats. While I was still on her back and we stood in the middle of the school to have a little break after cantering around I hugged her neck and called her, she looked back at me and I told her that I had polos for her after the lesson. When I got off later she started to lower her head and bring it close to my pockets (she’s a big girl!), not close enough to start shoving but low enough to remind me that I promised her a treat! She got it, too!

Here’s a hint as to why S has been acting strange lately: the sandstorm last weekish! A lot of the horses have reacted to it so it’s not surprising that one of the most sensitive ones will be acting more drasticly. But I still can’t ride him anymore, not till a trainer gets on him and shows me how to canter him on the right lead, or at least schools him over poles or something so he would switch… because he almost never does it.

Last semester when I invited my classmates over for a little dinner party at my house, some people’s initial reaction to the reason for the gathering was, “Oh my God, you’re engaged!”. Of course, I always respond by roaring into a fit of laughter that, unfortunately, gets misinterpreted as something like, “Awww… she’s embarrassed, congradulations!”. Once I regain my composure, I start to correct their misconceptions. Earlier today, Drac noticed my semi excessive employment of SMS (I was msging El Hazard, Anne-Girl) and started to give me weird looks.
Drac: You are using your phone a lot today… weird.
Me: So?
Drac: All girls I know do this when they… {hand gestures}
Me: Huh? What?
Drac: When they get engaged! {starts to give me the names of the friends that started doing this}
Me: {stares blankly}
Drac: Are you engaged? Are you getting married?
Me: {stuffs her face behind her purse to finish writing the last SMS and not explode in an otherwise quiet office}

Somewhere along the lines, Ai picked up on the story and decided to help me have a little fun.

Drac: Is SHE engaged?
Ai (with a straight & serious expression): Yes, didn’t you know?
Drac: Whaaat?? When did it happen?
Ai: Hmm… 8 months ago? Or was it 10…? Or you know, I think it was around a year ago.
Drac: WHAT? And she never told me? Do you know the guy’s name?
Ai: Yeah, it’s (insert male name here) I don’t actually remember it right now

Drac starts saying that the rest of our classmates need to be telephoned so the news can be announced. I’m not really sure if Drac has really picked up on our little fib or not, but it was kind of funny. It is such a girlish thing to assume… very unlike Drac. Really now, not all of us are anxious to get married. If anything, I think my life as I know it would change completely if I got married. The concept of bringing two lives and merging them together is just not sticking into my head at all. I’m enjoying my current freedome, and all the education and career opportunities that have been given to me and plan to exploit them as long as I can; so I’m not eager to throw all that away and settle down.

Long post? Maybe. I still have more to say but there is some work for me to do at home today as I’m not done moving out. I leave you know with pictures from my first day of work.

My figure skating lessons make me feel detached from the rest of the world. This is obviously a good thing because no matter how “not in the mood to skate” I am that day, a noticable form of relaxation occurs and I lose all my other senses. Today the effect was so great that I forgot what day of the week it was. Since I can finally spin again I decided to be brave and ask my coach a question… but that question won’t be announced here. It has also been a while since the last time I warmed up before my lesson, but I had been afraid that I wouldn’t be as flexible, but there wasn’t much change really. I can still hold my right foot behind my head, but not on the ice.

You know you need to go riding when you are in the middle of your figure skating lesson and you swear you heard someone say “canter”.

I did go along with revisiting the Phoenix Wright games but I’m still in the first one, I’ve been falling asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow; which is a blessing, really. I’m currently in Turnabout Samurai. Did anyone notice Edgeworth’s use of the word ‘Ergo’? This was probably the first time I’ve ever seen the word being used!

My attempts to be creative often backfire… my left thumb nail was the only one that looked acceptable.

Is this not the cutest online game you’ve ever seen?

Since, at this moment, I don’t have much else to post about; have a look at the namesake of this blog title. One of my favourite Sasha Cohen programs ever!