It's not about geography or happenstance

It's the new year. It's my A level year. It's my grade 8 year. Right now would be a good time to run for the hills. Yeaaaa.

What was I doing when the New Year rolled round last night? I was sleeping. Thanks to my throat infection. But I had fun yesterday. Whenever I hang out with Piggy, I end up having a food eating marathon instead. So it was crispy peanut pancake first, then Bishan bubbletea, then all the way down to Dhoby Ghaut only to find out that the brownie shop was closed >:( so instead, we went to PS to get fried Mars Balls. Yes, Mars Balls, not bars. We could feel our throats screaming. It was THAT sweet. But we love it. XD

Right. Yesterday was fun, today not so much. I've got tons of homework to do and I gotta do them now. So that means I can forget about writing for the moment. Urgg. I'm not about to make any New Year resolutions because as we all know it, that's just a sham to make ourselves feel better for the first few miserable months of a new year and then to eventually face and surrender to reality. Yep. I know I sound terribly cynical. But come on, who keeps their New Year resolutions?!

I'm just gonna go back to my room and stare at the wall. I can see/feel an entire year, unwalked and untouched, stretch out before me and there's this gigantic black festering mess in November. A levels. YAY.

Maybe we should all go on dates with ourselves. Sometimes I do. And I enjoy it, frankly. Just me and my ipod.

I went prawning with Oliver and Siyi today. And obviously I OWNED. XD They weren't having much luck with the prawns before I came, then after I reached? I was on a roll. Too bad he didn't take pictures, was probably too busy with the gf. Sheesh. I'm just kidding. You guys are so sappy sometimes I wanna choke, or maybe in the case of today, jump in to join the prawns. Haha. Oh but imagine just how many I would be able to catch. And Oliver? You have issues. People catch prawns, remove the hook, and toss it into the basket. People don't catch the prawns, scold them for waving their pincers at them/ damn them to eternal flames/ or reprimand them for splashing waster on them, then pull out their pincers for good measure. ISSUES MAN!

Well, I went to Bishan to buy bubbletea, then on a sudden whim, decided to walk round J8 on my own. I went window shopping. Yes, on my own. And OMG this is why Esprit is my all time favourite clothes brand (if I had the moolah that is). The jackets. Ooooh...! Look at this. Just look at this hot thing (you can decide if it's the jacket or the person in it...or both XD). 


( Nice jacket. )

Well, downside of this? It's kinda thick and impedes arm movement (maybe cuz all the kitchen labour has given me coolie muscles), and because it's Esprit...it's $150. Yep. No surprise there though. I'll look for a thinner one, because I don't want to look beefy. Ew. Major ew.

So anyway, I walked around a bit, went to Body Shop, Fox...that's about it. I spend way too much time in a single store. And for one crazy moment, I was thinking of buying bubbletea no.2. But no. While I love my diabetes-in-a-cup, I'm not gonna let it replace meals. Heh.

Well, I'm off to make links and spot loopholes in the plot for LL now. Hopefully I'll get it done to procede with the chapter.

I want a vest.

I've updated Lenz's Law. Yes. Really, I'm not freaking joking. I wanted to update it in the afternoon but it's like almost 12am now. Bah. And the humidity's killing me. I've got work tomorrow and today's my best friend's birthday. As you can see everything's a muddled mess in my head and I can't think properly or sort out my thoughts to even type coherantly and logically.

Well, I feel proud of myself. I've accomplished something that I didn't get to almost the entire year. If this year was bad, I don't want to know what next year is like, which is impossible cuz I'll have to sit through A levels anyway. Oh the dread. Anywhoo...I'm gonna go do some more updating then sleep. Yes.

Ooooh!!! I can't wait to go Kushinbo again! AHHH!!! I'll take more photos, i can't not with my best friend around anyway. Camwhore much? XD

I hadn't meant my journal to become a blog, but what to do? I didn't have much time to write. And now? Inspiration keeps evading me! Alright maybe it's because I have this huge urge to start a new story, but I shouldn't because I've not completed anything save for that teeny oneshot done in the spur of the moment before my Physics exam. Yay.

In any case, I just came back from a crazy day. Went for my first day of work, then it was off for piano then choir. I'm dead tired now to the point where I'll maul anyone who dares to keep me awake any longer. So...thought I'd post some pictures of me and some class peeps at Kushinbo the other day. OMG...it is jap food heaven! The guys just spammed the snow crab legs, brought back like mountain-fulls of leggies to the table. And this entire platter of UNAGI! Need I say more? I'd pay $32 anytime for it again I tell you. Eh, Piggy, we'll go the moment your stomach stops being a bitch yea? I promise it's one of those buffets you won't get sick of.

In any case, here are some pics.


FOOOODD





We didn't take pictures of the plates of food cuz well, we were too busy eating said plates of food. Heh.




Fooling around.

I know why I was all pissy and grumpy the past few days. Yay.

Anyway, had fun yesterday with almost 1/3 of s08 at my house camping in my room and watching movies. They literally camped there, seriously. Had to change my bedsheets after they left cuz they gathered on my bed. o_0 Wow. Celebrated Gushi and Sisong's birthdays. Hmm...I'll put up pics when I get them from Liru.

Right. I'm not in school today. Why? Because I got pissed that my brother kept rushing me to get out of the house. He was waiting downstairs when I was half-dressed for crying out loud!

Oh here's a little something I found while being random and ended up almost shitting in my pants because it's just so damn funny. We should all have these in our classes. XD

So I made the stupid mistake of mugging till 2.30am this morning. Was a cranky bitch in school and now I'm sneezing.

I'm just online to read this fic I've been following, then it's off to my books again.

Today I actually saw Wenhui emo. She's in the stage where she's not quite giving up, yet not quite making it either. It seemed wrong to see someone so cheerful 24/7 suddenly succumb to studies. What does that show I wonder. I think, if she had started crying, my heart would really break. Whether I care to admit or not, she does cheer me up in school without realising, makes me smile and roll my eyes and reduces me to telling lame jokes to make her laugh. It's like being around sunshine in the frigid cold. Maybe that's why I'm subconsciously always around her. Takes my mind of issues. One of which I see way too much these few days. Coincidence is too cruel. In any case, it shocks me to realise that I'd willingly sacrifice time and sleep if only to help her along with Chem. Won't and can't let her retain.

In any case, studies is a bitch as always and time's running out.

I thought this video was worth putting up on my blog. It's probably one of the funniest mtvs I've seen so far. Gotta love Pink. And here I though Paris Hilton and Britney were getting bashed up pretty badly already. Wrong. Pink pwns them all!

And have I mentioned how I love good parodies? They're like a perfect end to a shitty day.

So she pokes fun at Hilton's sex videos and ridiculously air-headed actions and how men see only the boing-boings. Not that I don't, but that's a different story. I mean, come on! If those girls were to get into car accidents, they'd never get harmed! Talk about cushioning. Imagine HONKHONK! SCREEEECH!! BOINGBOINGBOINGBOING!!

Ok, I think I've been watching too much table tennis. But eww..bad mental image.

ANYWAY...you just gotta love Pink's guts.

Love the tanning salon.






Oh my god you guys, I totally had more than 300 calories today
That is so not sexy
Good one, can I borrow that?
I WILL BE SKINNY!!
 

Oliver has finally passed me pictures that have been long overdue. And also, I realised he is a terrible photographer. Atrocious. 

DUDE! So many pictures that contain me are blurrrrrred!!! 

Tsktsk. Go improve on your photography skills. 

Oh yea...it looked as though you took more pictures of food than of our classmates. Shame on you! XD 

Not to mention the numerous unglam photos you took of me. Ugh.  

But here I managed to sift out a few presentable ones. XD


Moderately presentable.


Unflattering yet somewhat...ok. o_0


This one is to poke at your conscience. Just where on earth were you trying to take a picture of huh?! I box you!


Ok I give you credit for this photo. XD I think she looks like Ayaka Komatsu.



Me, Moumou, Dahlia, Liru with Bryan in the background. See Oliver? Even here I look like I wanna beat you up! XD

I should post more pictures. It's fun in a strange way. Maybe I should camwhore more as well. Piggy, where the hell are you when I want to camwhore?! After my promos, we spend one whole day running about and taking pictures k? Cuz as of now, my life is DA BORING.

Off to study chem. Maybe the next time you see me I'll be under a pile of moles. Solvents. Hydrocarbons. Whatever. Organic thingamimies.

OMG the ditzy emoticon thingy is so adorable! It's has a singular strand of hair. Aww.

Long, swishy hair.
 

So today I caught The Dark Knight. Finally a movie with a proper plotline and rich characters. Haven't we been lacking that in fanfiction and in movies lately? Hmm..

I kind of realised that the caped crusader himself wasn't given as much screen time as the villians, which was rather ironic but I didn't mind. The storyline is the best, so many twists and so rich. Gosh. I suppose we must all thank Heath Ledger for such great acting skills, I doubt anyone else could have pulled off the Joker as well as he did. Every insane chuckle and jerky movement had me digging my nails into the seat cushion. So brilliantly deranged.

There was something so sinister yet familiar about him. Given further thought, I guess we can all relate to him. We actually can, contrary to popular belief. That crazed, manic streak that he had, we all see it in ourselves at one point or another. As sweeping and wild as his views were, they made sense, and I suppose that was what made him that more feared. It shook me. Not just with how cold he was but with how everything had this huge psychological impact on me. To be able to relate on some level to a cracked up monster does that to you.

Mind games. It's always about mind games. 

I suppose another reason why I like this movie so much (enough to rank it beside Lord of The Rings) is how the superheroes aren't your typical superheroes with flashing superpowers and blinding moves. They were regular people. No webslinging, no laser eye beams, no superhuman strength. Just guns and pure genius.

I shall not give out any spoilers so I won't say much about the twists, only that they spun me around 360. Though the movie was rather long, the brilliant plotline made up for it.

Forget Christian Bale. Heath Ledger owns.

Yeah...I've been wondering that ever since I posted my oneshot on Friday. Finally. Yes I've taken way too long for a oneshot. Can I call it a oneshot though? Since I'll be splitting it up into two. A twoshot maybe? Whatever. 

So, I've gotten one review. ONE. All you fanfic writers out there should know the feeling of coming back home from a full day of work/school and seeing nothing, no story alert, no author alert, no favourite story, NO REVIEWS when eagerly checking your inbox. It makes me wonder this: If you can bother to alert my story and favourite it, why not give me a review as well? I mean, it doesn't take long for a simple "Good job", or a "Nicely done", whatever it is that people review nowadays. 

The only reason I'm ranting about this is because the lack of reviews make me think that I've done something wrong. Perhaps it was too long? Too wordy? Too colourful? I don't know. =/

I'm just paranoid. I mean, writing's the one thing I really love and have a passion for and I can't help but be a perfectionist when it comes to it. BAH. 

Ok so second-person stories aren't all that common. But I like. I find that it's much more personal and gives the character much more depth. I'd hate for my characters to turn out like some 2D paper cut-out.

So here it is, whomever that may chance across my journal, and tell me what you think because the last thing I need to do is start doubting myself. It's second-person point of view. Rei's point of view. Great. Now off you go.

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SHHH!!

It's funny when you look at "Before and After" pictures of yourself. I looked like a mental fucktard last time. o_0 And no I'm not posting any of those pictures of me. BAH.

Oooh, look at the cute bouncy emoticon! So cute!

I read this story I got from an email and I can tell you I was so disturbed by the language and general WTFness of it that I gave up not even halfway through. Yes. I gave up.

I don't know what possessed me to even read till chapter 5. 

Here it is. Feel my pain.

http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm

Like honestly. Cheesy much? If this is the kind of standard that Singapore writers have now, I'm emigrating. 

I have to rant about this. I was hurling vulgarities at my computer screen every other line of the story. Not to mention, the dialogues are so dreadful they make wannabe fanfic writers in The Pit shine in a new light. The horror. 

I'm supposed to be doing my GP essay now but I just have to get this out of my system. 

Take a look at this captivating first line of the story: "I had never expected my first day of school to be so interesting."

I see such sentences in my Primary school essays. There is absolutely nothing to retain my interest except for the morbid fascination of the relationship between the  mentally retarded boy and the emo girl.

OMG, is creativity truly dead in this society?!

"He is handsome and can crack jokes really well." Articulate much? We have a charming male here. One who makes cringe-worthy idle talk and poorly constructed 'conversations'. Here's an example from the very first chapter of the damned story.



“What class are you in?”

“03A20”

“Oh my gosh!” he covered his mouth and jumped around like a madman. “We’re in the same class! Can you believe it!? Jacky and Joanna in the same class! How cool is that?”




Why is the knight in shining armour acting like an airheaded bimbo? I can picture him flapping his limp wrist about and flipping his blonde hair over a shoulder. Why on earth, has this story been read by ten thousand over people when I almost couldn't refrain from banging my head onto my keyboard repeatedly during the first chapter alone?

Ok. I feel queasy. I'm gonna go start on my essay now.

So today...was the day that I was made to recount an incident almost five years ago. Peachy.

I woke up this morning and Oliver sent me this conversation with A (I do not think that his name should ever grace my journal). As I read the conversation, I didn't know whether to laugh or get pissed. I was left with a mixture of feelings ranging from stunned, to amusement, to apprehension. 

Why? You may ask. 

Apparently I was meant to be surprised with the presence of an old acquaintance B (an appropriate letter if I may say so myself), whom I knew five years ago. And the person facilitating this meeting is none other than A, who so boldly stepped up to be the middleman of a matter that has been nothing short of a closed chapter in my bountiful life. The book containing that chapter has been closed and I have even proceeded on in life to close many subsequent books. Not chapters. BOOKS. Whereas you, have left that chapter wide open.

Now I can honestly say that I'm not proud of what I did when I was 12, but what I can say is that that incident, has been long over. Piggy and I were foolish, naive. We were 12. I'm sorry to have even involved two of my other friends in that. Granted we did hate B a considerable amount (enough to do what we did without thinking of the consequences), but it's all over now. We've moved on with our lives, entered a secondary institution, and now a tertiary institution. SO WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL HARPING OVER THIS?!

It's not healthy, you moron.

A wants to bring B to the class chalet tomorrow in order to, I quote, "clear up some misunderstanding/hate in the past". And the element of surprise is to gauge my reaction, whether I'm still feeling guilty and hatred even now. Here's a tip for you nimrods: I will never fall to your level of humanity to cling on to, and harp over some childish incident in the past. Good grief people, do you honestly think that I'm still wallowing in guilt? Or perhaps even hate? I've moved on with life, and I'm sure as hell a lot stronger than I was five years ago. And what do you have? You are unable to "move on with life peacefully", as quoted from your beloved A's conversation. Well B, don't blame me for making you sound like some wandering ghost, stuck in a perpetual limbo, unable to move on eternally until you clear up past grievances. Blame A. 

Also, A says that you're "living in fear". 

I'm like....WHAT?! 

Oh, I'm sorry that I have such power over your life (even though I haven't seen you in FIVE HUMAN YEARS) that fear may continue to course through your very veins and reign over your pathetic life. Now I'm made to sound like I raped you, or killed your parents. For fuck's sake woman, next time you want to propose a meeting? Make sure your messenger is more capable of putting you in a better light than the sickly one that he did. Don't blame me for having such a poor impression of you still, blame A.

Well A, all I can say is that your effort at aiding B in finding true peace and happiness in her life, to free her from the throes of bondage (non-kinky, and in fact inducing disgust), has failed in its baby stages. So I would suggest that you scrap the idea totally such that the class chalet may go on in proper, happy order. Now, I'm not scared of a confrontation (if one may even call it that), if anything, I'll be there next to the barbecue pit with a steel skewer in hand hollering: "BRING IT ON!". 

I've nothing to hide. And I sure as hell won't sugarcoat my words, as you so assume that I would upon finding out this evil scheme of yours, to put myself in a better, dazzling light. I won't hide the fact that I am truly disgusted at such an intention. Obtain the element of surprise in order to catch one offguard and subsequently attain the truth. Where in all nine hells did you ever get that idea? Nancy Drew? The Hardy Boys? How juvenile is that? I can assure you though, there's gonna be no acting, no screaming and no crying on my part. All you will see (if you still choose to go with this ailing plan of yours) is my sword unsheathting from it's scabbard with a steely shriek.

I've gotta say something to you, Mr Mediator: You fail.

Poke your nose into any of my business, let alone my past, and I will cut it off with my sword. This in no way concerns you or your oh-so-noble intentions. If you want to play the prince who saves the damsel in distress, turn back a time of 5 years. Perhaps it would have succeeded then when I could not verbally bash you into the ground. 

Furthermore, there is absolutely nothing that requires closure on my part. And I don't see why I have to entertain someone who is unable to finalise an issue of her life that spans five years. None of my business. You want to move on into the afterlife happily and peacefully? Be my guest and search for that yourself. I don't see how talking to me is going to acheive that. Why would I need to spare time and effort into closing something that has been closed for so long already? You need closure? You go find that closure on your own. Nothing to do with me.

Also, A, one can never choose to have all the consequences placed on "his head." While you're "willing to pay for ALL the consequences", it is impossible. Is that fact getting into your thick skull? You're all bull and your actions are shit. Grow up, then come talk to me like an adult. I won't take it lightly if you throw measly building blocks at me. 

B, I don't care if you do have a "sibei sad history". If anyone is to have a "sibei sad history", it's ME. You are in no position to claim that I led you to that miserable state you are in right now if you so choose not to climb out of that ditch. 

I'm thankful that Oliver disclosed all this information to me. Because if there was no warning whatsoever that there may be a disruption in the class chalet tomorrow, I will ensure that you do not leave with your fragile male ego intact. 

If there's anything good to come out of this, it's the knowledge that Oliver stood up for me and will continue to do so when that time comes. 

I will make things difficult for you, I promise. You do not leave after crashing my class chalet without scratches.

And I say again: Bring it on.
 

So I've been playing FFVII on my com. Been a bad girl and not do homework. Bah. I get a kick out of selecting to put Aeris and Tifa into the same party when I get to. XD Promotes bonding. Afterall, Aeris/Tifa is easily my next favourite pairing next to Rei/Minako. I think this has to do with the monumental fic regarding this pairing, totally blew me away and left me winded. I must read it again when I find the time. 

Well, I've been neglecting my OS as well. You can't blame me. I'm not even halfway done and the fic's close to hitting 4k words. Imagine and 8k word fic in second person POV. I just hope once it's done people don't skip the contents in the middle to the end. It's hard. I mean writing it is fine I guess, just some issues with the flow and all. What's hard is how I had initially planned for both Rei's POV and Minako's POV to be in the same OS, not at the same time (gosh that's brain cell massecre stuff) but half-half. I'm in a dileeemaa!! *Skips around computer*

I've got so many things to do I wanna run away! To the hills! Ooh life's a bitch.

So yesterday was my birthday, great excuse for not studying again for another day. So today, I'm off to study, alone. Bah. 

Tammie's coming back today! Should I go see her at the airport? Well I could always go eat Popeye's alone...XD

Ok I wanted to post some pictures but something's wrong with the embed. I need a new cybershot phone. Gosh I never did realise how much I LIKED my previous phone now that I'm stuck with a crappy Motorola one.

Right, I realise this post is just me rambling on about random stuff. And I'll stop. Because virtual rambling just...doesn't feel as good as Rambling rambling. 

I'm off!!

I have lime green nails.

Sometimes I wonder how it would be like being born in another country, say America. There isn't so much emphasis on studies as there is here. While I understand that being thoroughly educated has manymany perks, I don't think it works the same way by driving students to the brink of a meltdown with so many unecessary things. Like PW. Sure people would disagree with me, saying tha PW helps prepare us for the work life later on, teaches us management, group and social skills. But honestly? Not all of us are gonna be working in office jobs where research (Since Singapore's focus is on the KBE)  in labs or so much research in general is needed. 

Well at least I find out new things about myself. Like how I'm terrible at disciplining myself if I think something's not worth disciplining myself for. I'm a firm believer in agreeing with the purpose of something before doing it. Like PW, it's so much of a chore. I suppose I do get something out of it, but I just don't see a great purpose in it. Or like Chinese. I personally think as a Chinese, I should learn how to speak my mother tongue well. It's ironic how I'm so much better at English. Chinese now is pointless. Why? Because I think that if one is to learn a language, it shouldn't be compulsory and done out of obligation. Worse still is how every lesson is so focussed on scoring for a test/exam. it isn't interesting anymore. It's just another subject I have to get over and done with for A levels.

I'm so sick of all this academic slog.

Tammie's in China now...and I'm missing her! =(

I feel a strange detachment from my school life. I suppose it's normal since I've survived till the holidays and want nothing to do with school anymore. And this is where I announce with dramatic flair: "Alas! Tis not to be!"

Just received an email from Ms Kot regarding an 'exciting' GP holiday homework. Oh look how I'm positively shivering with anticipation. As if PW and the shit!Haunted house plannings aren't enough. 

So...with Piggy's help, I have come to the cruel realization that there isn't equality in leadership. Screw those self-help/self-improvement books. Equality is shot as long as leadership exists. Forget democracy and whatnot. Meetings aren't meetings at all. They are, in fact, stress contributors which I seem to be getting a lot of lately. So much for splitting the class up into committees. It's as though I'm running a one woman show. How exciting. It's funny though, how I can feel people wanting to drop everything and take off to the hills (Bukit Timah's the nearest since Singapore has mostly molehills) at the mere mention of a Haunted House meeting. Like it's The Plague.

Gosh.

On a completely random note, isn't my DP the cutest thing on earth?? Ah...Tifa and her massive mammaries. XD Yes, I've skipped on to the Final Fantasy fandoms. FFVII mostly, since it still is the most commercially successful one among the rest (for many obvious reasons). The Tifa/Aeris pairing have seen many mind-blowing fanfictions that I'm tempted to write one myself if not for the fact that all I know about FF is from the fanfics I read. But really, just when I thought I'd read the best of the best, I come upon some authors writing for Tifa/Aeris. Inba I tell you. Excellent plot lines and powerful emotive language. I never had oneshots make me cry before. I...need...more....

RIght. I'm off to write now. Hopefully. Once Ishwar comes online, PW discussions are inevitable. It's strange how I'm taking more time writing a oneshot than the 11000 word chapter I last updated for Lenz's Law. I'm not even halfway done with said oneshot cuz I keep finding sentence or paragraph bumps while reading through again and again and again. Whee.

Oh, look how cute the 'Blank' emoticon thingy is! A bopping, yam-magigy. XD

So I'm blogging today though I've a Physics test tomorrow which I have yet to study for because I feel that today was quite the eventful day. Oh wow.

You know, it's just amazing how brainless people are these days. Or perhaps I should specifically mention the current batch of jc1s. 

Why, for the love of all sanity, must you keep yabbering on when clearly the lecturer is waiting for silence? Why, pray t ell, must you blatantly ignore the lecturer standing in front? I simply cannot comprehend. Sure, I agree that asking for absolute silence upon entering the CC is impossible. But must you morons take more than 10mins to settle down, and another 5 to lower your chatter by a decibel? It really does show how mature you all are when you have to wait for Mr Leong to shout to shut up immediately then complain about how unnecessarily harsh he was afterwards. Like, what?

It's all about respect you sorry excuse for teenagers. Respect for the lecturer, who not only is of higher authority than you are, but also another person deserving of respect. Respect for the people around you who are waiting for the lecture to start, who are also - most probably - on the verge of maiming your sorry asses into the lecture chairs with dense ring files. I know I was about to.

"When I go to Heeren, you will be the kind of people who will be manning those shit piece of shops! When I go to a petrol kiosk, you will be pumping my gas!" 

There. He insulted us. But wait, not all of us. Just those dumbfucks who refuse to show respect where it's due. And who refuse to somehow put in the conscious effort into listening during lectures. You want to sleep? Fine. You want to talk and laugh as though you're in a bloody coffee shop? Think again you nitwits.

"Lower life forms have more energy than you."

Honestly? Why must you sleep during such an important lecture regarding Application Question? Actually, I don't think Mr Leong should even bother with invertebrates like you. You are a mindless waste of space and time, you do nothing more than fill in the gaps in the CC and you are as useful as my old, dead, iRiver mp3 player lying on my desk.

"Look at those two, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ear." /  "Oh be still my beating heart."

I didn't even turn around to look at said people. I was busy laughing.



 

It's strange. Really.

While it takes a drastic incident, say almost tipping into the Kallang canal, for a person to think through about his or her life, it takes me only blog surfing. No not the scanning through hundreds over a span of hours kind. I'm talking about the kind where curiosity (and perhaps the desire to do anything but study) takes you by the neck and hauls you into a few choice blogs that you could've lived not reading. 

So I stumbled onto a few. And I looked at the lives these people were living. I was then struck mercilessly by a sudden bolt of clarity - My life is boring. 

While I can expand on this emotional epiphany, I won't. Simply because as boring as I think my life is, I don't have time to spruce it up. I don't. Hell, I don't even have time to chat with my best friend, ask her how's things been, made any new friends lately, how're you coping?

Great. I feel like crawling into a corner and curling up to sulk. And there would preferably be a considerable pile of pebbles with which I can vent my frustrations out by chucking them at the objects of my misery. 

It's strange.

But well, I suppose my life is the way it is solely because I'm pretty much an introvert. Have always been. It's just that I've been encountering people who unknowingly coax me out of my shell. Oh I have to give credit to Tammie for doing most of that job for the past three and a half years. Couldn't have done that any better than blasting me outta my cacoon with a fireassed kick in the rump. It's a good thing. Love you babe.

Which gets me thinking...maybe I am bipolar. Or at least schizo. Who on earth has a play list of songs in their ipod ranging from heavy metal to jpop? Who, in all nine hells, loves chattering away non-stop for hours and being alone the entire day? Gosh...maybe I need therapy. I'm super man at times...yet real girlie the next. I'm full of energy, prancing around the class, and then I'm wasted while I sit and try to keep above the rising tides of exhaustion. I'm social and friendly one moment, then I'm hostile and bitchy the next.

It's strange. 

Meh...I've quit waterpolo to give myself more time to discover myself, sort myself out and prioritise my issues, thinking that perhaps on the offchance I would find time to continue writing once again. I haven't. I can say that I am happier though. I know I would've been unhappy if I had stayed on. 

Blah. Enough being emo. I want more Tifa/Yuffie fanfiction!!! =((( Gosh. I'm such a fangirl.

School has been a bitch. Still is.

I can't comprehend how the seniors made it past their first year, only to fall head first into a freshly dug grave the second year. No, really. I'm surprised that they look alive. All the news I'm getting from them are Block Tests, Block Tests and more Block Tests. Common sense tells me to be grateful that I only have one measly test that spans five chapters next week, uncompleted assignments that were due last century and subjects that sound like Elvish. 

I'm exaggerating. Relax. I'm still sane.

But still, I feel like I'm being driven to breaking point, which says a lot since I didn't even feel this way while studying for O's. Come to think of it, I'll be happy to take it all over again if it means I don't have to slave away like a Saint. The irony. And if JC life is like a rite of passage, is it too late to join a tribe where they just pierce something? Or cut something off? Because I suppose I could do without a limb. Or two. 



But oh, Gushi's been cheering me up, granted in all the wrong ways but it's working so I'm not complaining.  Just today she was close to pinching my cheeks till they turned purple and I quote: "OMG Christine your feet are so small! YOU are so small!". At this point I was gradually backing away from the flailing gestures she directed towards my *Ahem* small feet, with good foresight as well might I add, because she then continued, "I feel like putting you into a bottle and taking you home! I'll make sure I give you water and food and poke many many air holes so that you can breathe!" As much as I am thankful that you're mindful of my well-bring, no thank you Gushi. One more thing, if my feet weren't small, then I would be inproportionate don't you think? Like I would look like a duck, waddling around, trying not to trip over my size 14 shoes or something. LIKE A CLOWN. Eww. I'll probably redefine the name of Bigfoot. XD

Ah, the wonders of people as crazy as you. 



I've been running out of good fics. Or maybe I should say I've been running out of time to even search for good fics. I want to write. People have been favouriting Lenz's Law even if my last update was eons ago. If that isn't inspiration then I don't know what it is. I can feel the creative juices sloshing around inside my head, begging and pleading to be let out, to run amok a little. I am torn. Oh the torture of gritting my teeth while I do tutorials - or at least attempt to - and inadvertently shutting off the thing I love to do most. 

Cruelty. Oh JC life reeks of the damned thing.

I've had plans for this oneshot that I want to write. In fact I've penned down these plans. All that's left now is actually writing it, trying to fit it in my non-existant life. *sigh* What to do? 



And I think I'm bipolar or something. I go high over the strangest things, roti prata for example, and the next moment I could look like I'm about to slit someone's throat. Awesome. So now I'm virtually approaching a meltdown.



On a lighter, maybe worrying note, I read this while being naughty and neglecting my work : 'The girls made their way to where the Rei does her archery practice by riding a taxi.' 

I looked like this for a moment--> O.O  

Firstly, I had an extremely vivid image of Rei, raven hair fluttering in the wind, drawing back the string of her bow expertly while her violet eyes locked onto a target - a stop sign. All the while crouching atop a yellow cab. Not cool. Is this the twisted, modern version of target practicing on horse back? Except now it's while riding public transport and the targets are innocent road signs. I burst out laughing, bad. Just picture a taxi zooming in and out of traffic, a priestess with a bow in her hands a quiver on her back, launching arrows with rapid succession, each embedding itself into a glaring, red, stop sign. 

Secondly, you don't ride a taxi. No one else does either. If anything, they would be seated inside and not on top. People ride a horse. And I'd like to think that they don't do Jackie Chan stunts on a daily basis.

It took me all of three times of re-reading the sentence before I realised what the author meant. 

Last one: 'The old woman waived her hand'.

Start mine eyes. (Waive: To give up (a claim or right) voluntarily; relinquish.)

This is what katze_cheshire had to say about it:  


The old lady signs the paper with a heavy pen, script shaky and fragile, just like her. She looks at the expressionless man in front of her with sad eyes, unyielding in his pressed suit before she slides her hand over to him.

"Here, it's yours now."

XD


Anyhoo, homework is calling. Imagine a sheet of paper beckoning to you with a sinister corner, and if it had a mouth, it would probably sound like Chucky.