"Love is a much more vicious motivator"

tiny piece of fiction inspired by the quote "Love is a much more vicious motivator"--BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes
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"I'm going to kill you."

The dramatic tensions of staged play is killing her, even if the silences are too lengthy and quiet. There's a mix of macabre and irony within her words-- she doesn't know how she actually manages that, but the lines were written for her.

They were meant for her.

Somehow, though, she figures that little improvisations here and there wouldn't hurt. But the scriptwriter insists that this is the way the world works. This is the way the plot unfolds. This is the way her story starts, continues, falls, ends.

"I'm going- I'm going to kill you."

She falters with an accented anxiety, experimenting with the look of a bereaved child. While she can paint the crime scene of a haste murder, the culprit remains a mere patch of words. There is no life in the kill. Her culprit's a mere figurine or symbol of utter vacancies within the flawed manual of constructive set-up kills.

"I'm gonna kill you."

Dark comedy. A tinge of bitterness that'll induce laughter from the audience, all right. She can see through the psychological uncertainties of this culprit.

"I'm going to kill you."

Yes.

This is the one; she's taken her pick.

"I'm going to tear you down with sweet favours and whisper little nothings into your ears, promising you everything. You're gonna believe me. I'm gonna leave you longing for more, all defenses down. I'm going to lick you up, every last shred of dignity. I'm gonna leave you begging for more. I'm gonna leave you boiling in lust."

Her plan is simple, and so intricately complex at the same time.

"And then I'm going to leave you alone."

Love. Definitely a much more motivating factor.

Happy 2013!

It's a new year, isn't it?

One more year.

I don't know, I just don't feel like it's 2013. Maybe it's on the calendars, on my phone, the dashboard of my dad's car...
It's kinda uncomfortable, you know.

Time's flying past. Everything's changing.
I've definitely changed.

One year- one year of a different environment, different friends and pretty much everything's changed. I'm not sure if this new development's good or bad, you know. It's nothing like turning completely evil. I'm still pretty much kind-hearted (I guess) and I believe everyone's nice, no matter how much I might dislike the person at first sight.

I attended the 6E party - two years ago (technically, although it feels like 2012 to me, right now) late December, and now. I don't know. It seems meaningless, anyway. I mean, what do we do there- what do I do there? I'm just going to sit around and look awkward. It makes me lonely. It makes me feel vulnerable, in a sense. Being in a crowd of courteous, happy faces, yet never quite fitting in.

People are irritating, though. I guess.

Change is inevitable. Change comes.

Tomorrow's the first day of school, and I'll be helping out with the secondary one orientation. It's confusing and I doubt I'll get by the day without getting scolded. Anyway, I'll just do my best and try to enjoy- life's passing by so fast.

I look at Brig's profile picture on facebook, and I don't think I know her- it's like deja vu, all over again, except I know that I do know that girl. But the girl beside her... I took quite a bit to recognise her, even though I was still skeptical. Phaedra. I'm not sure what I expected, actually. Maybe when I was still twelve, just after graduation, I expected to remember them. I don't know, really. All these words, clumsy phrasing- I'm just tired. I'm so tired, I don't know why. I'll have to get hyper tomorrow, though! I'll be hypering around all those shy secondary ones, so!

...
Let's hope 2013 will be a nice year.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.
I'm in a pool of self-hate, but I'm still happy and I'm excited yet exhausted.
And then there's BSE, so I'll be free to completely shut myself from the outside world, if I want.

I kinda want to go to RGPS' CNY next year. I don't know why.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

HO HO HO
this is extremely short and stupid.
BUT
MERRY CHRISTMAS :D

MAY SANTA VISIT YOU AND GIVE YOU A POTATO!

short, random, sketchy post

Wow.
I've blogged thus far.

So many posts.

My first post was on Pencils, on 7 October 2011.

It's been about a year and more since.

Wow.

That, is amazing.

:)

spiraling down to the end of the world.

today is 12/12/12.

I'm starting this post at 10:10pm.

Quite late, but still.

I'm in quite a good mood. Nothing too hyped up or excited, just serenely happy in a manner. Green tea's a better alternative than milo, I guess. My throat's better- I suddenly started coughing for no reason in the middle of the night on Sunday? I suppose? I'm still taking care not to eat anything too... heaty. So.

Today. I did practically nothing. I did stretching, and I'm glad I spent a whole hour on it. I don't know, but stretching so much and practically testing my endurance skills was just. It sounds masochistic, but I did enjoy it. It kinda took the stress off me. ((what stress when I've just been hoboing around at home?)) I sang a lot too, just random songs that came to mind. I'm pretty sure I traumatised everyone within ten-kilometre radius with my banshee-like-screeching-of-a-singing. But it felt good to have my voice somewhat back.

Even when I say I can't dance, I try. It does sound superficial, but vaguely... uh, dancing or waddling to the fast-paced rhythm of J-pop, it's happy and sweet and fluffy. Even when I know I can't dance, or look good doing it, I like to just- kinda- dance because it's stress-relieving, I guess. I stopped dancing since July, because I was sure it didn't fit me and I was a joke, trying to dance- but it's a good thing I started again, stretching and having fun again. I'm trying to pick up a few Vocaloid songs :D I bet those readers who know me in real life must be laughing at the thought of a potato trying to dance when she can't even walk without tripping. It's okay. I'm pretty proud of being such a klutz. Or a n00b at real life. This game sucks but I can't walk away from it.

It just hit me that I actually have blog readers. Like, people who actually read my blog. It's kinda scary, in that way. I guess I'll have to try to stop being so melodramatic and floop online to blogger whenever I have a bad day. My problems- if they even can be called that- are just. Insignificant and stupid and I'm probably just exaggerating everything. I mean, other people have worse days- much worse than mine. I should be happy with what I have.

I watched Undercover Boss today, while working on next year's- uh, work. And there was this guy, working the night shift at 7-11. He just told the boss (who was undercover) that he was indeed, chasing the American dream, and that he's in bliss now. He's happy with what he has, he feels like it's good enough for him, he doesn't complain. And I think about my life right now- close friends, free and relatively fast wifi, a comfortable bed and a roof over my head, with books and bananas and parents who are different from the typical parents, proper education... What more can I expect?

Of course, when I get sad and floop onto blogger, this whole thing will be contradicted.

I'm sitting at my dining table, there's a soft breeze and it's rather cold here, but it's nice. It's quiet, just a little too silent. I'm half-way through creating a video montage for my class and I might spend the night creating a fandom video, but I'm not sure. Sigh.

I'm surrounded by talented people.

Anyway. I haven't been writing much. I baked some cookies yesterday, but they seem pretty... inedible to me. But oh, my precious little dough circles. I think it's the flour. But I still have quite a bit of flour left, so I might bake some tomorrow.

I haven't been writing much. Instead, I've been drawing. I don't even feel shame for all the lack of writing. And my drawings are, as usual, terrible. But at least. I'm still trying out portraits of real human, and of course I've been dying next to my sketchbook, vomiting rainbows and unicorns because I've reached the point of no return.

I've succeeded in failing.

Recently, I've been extremely excited about my sister's prom. It's a YEAR away, so I must be going bonkers. I really want to try. You know. Helping her and all. Painting her nails. I've gone on tumblr and I've seen this new... thing about painting nails and it looks cool- YOU CAN PAINT WORDS ONTO YOUR NAILS.

((now trust me I'm not high. Not yet.))

Today is 12/12/12. I didn't do anything special at all. I just. Well. Yep. Nothing. People keep talking about how nice it is to have a repetitive date. I think it rather, silly. We're just counting down days and time till a special time and once it passes, we keep counting them down. What does it really matter, anyway? Time is only a word we fashioned to create a much more orderly society. But we've really, just been counting ourselves down.

-takes a sip of tea-

I look at people and just wonder how they want to do all those things, learn a different language, pick up a new skill, while I'm just here. Doing nothing. Of course, I've been experimenting with digital art, but it seems like I'm never going to make it. and it's rather useless, of course. Unless I become a designer which isn't quite possible.

It is, if I try. Hard enough.

Right now I don't even know what I want to do for my subject combination, which I have to choose by the end of next year.

I've been wanting to try painting. I'm hopeless at it, of course. Just dreams that'll fade away. Far, far away.

That's it. I'm just going to end it here, 10:44pm and continue with my video montage :)

Readers, why do you continue to read the life of a melodramatic girl who is untalented and silly and really just dreaming? Is it funny? I think it might be. :)

nine days away to the end of the world.

YAY I AM BLOGGING AGAIN

how did you guys miss me

anyway. I have been watching some random China drama (apparently their Chinese standard is better than other- rather expected, though) and it's about the era when there were dynasties and I think it was 清朝 with   雍正皇帝 or something :D And it's quite funny, amusing when they quarrel. But the way they fight- it's just BURN BWAHAHAHA because they're really good at secretly hurting people, hinting things and beating around the bush and stuff. And there was this one scene: XD

松公公：奴才最该万死！
皇帝：不必了，你这种人死一回便足够了。

And the concubines actually have ranks and whatnot! And they always say things like, "这是自然的" and "都怪 臣妾/奴婢 嘴笨" and also "失宠了". It's quite funny I think I can reply to people aptly with these lines.

Friends: Why am I always the one chosen D:
Me: 这是自然的。

Friends: You shouldn't have said that!
Me: 都怪奴婢嘴笨。

Friends: I'm so bored. My friend just abandoned me.
Me: 失宠了，失宠了。

Friends: Would you like coffee?
Me: 那是自然的。

Friends: What are you doing- what?
Me: 这是自然的。

Friends: Why don't you ever go out?
Me: 这是自然的。

Friends: Oh, you don't say.
Me: 这是自然的。

Friends: Why do you have a- potato on your table-
Me: 这是自然的。

Mom: Go do your homework.
Me: 如今，我竟然落到了这个下场，失宠了。失宠了。

Wait, what? Anyway, that was just to prove my point that you can practically answer every single question with "这是自然的。" No matter how weird it sounds.
...

This is when you stretch your arms across walls and continents and pat my back before unplugging my computer. And then you will whisper, "it's time to stop posting."

numbers and figures- they pull us apart

11:11

The time everyone starts posting their wishes and whatnot.
Thing is, someone posted something about their wishes during what was to be perceived as 11:11 at their side when it was only 11:09 for me.
Besides, I don't really see the point in 11:11 (even as I hopelessly dream on about it)
-says the person who wishes on 00:00 and various other timings-

Numbers are interesting.

Mooving on.
so.
exhibition.
yes i am excited can you just see my extremely happy face.
OCTOBER!
Halloween's!
The devil's own spawn and
reckless lines of
chalk.
Yeah. Chalk.
I miss everything that-
that used to be there.

Yeah.
It used to be easier.
Maybe chess woulda been better.
Rot there in the corner, fiddling with the buttons of the old chess clock and watch every single second pour away into a blitz, until the red flag's triggered.
What did we call it.
*do
 Flagdrop? I think so.
Stalemate.
Don't question me.

so there I was planning on a long and coherent and reasonable post but halfway there I gave up.
I think I gave up from the start.

Exhibition.
Right.
Nice, nice poem that I can't really organise into a full paragraph. I should really start concentrating.
but it seems so long since I've published a post.
SOOOOOO LONGGGGG.
I was planning on writing something decent, and there was a sudden idea for a play/prose (I'm rather undecided) and it was really good- at least, to me- and I was thinking about it on the car ride home, from loon's house- it's another thing but i liked the experience and even though i thought it as stupid. i mean, playing awkward badminton in the rain and yeah. it was fun. i like it. i still do.-

so i was listening (again, completely unrelated idea) to my playlist on my phone with my dad's earphones (i think they're for a different type of phone because-) and when it shuffled to 'What Makes You Beautiful' by One Direction...
well, because it's a weird earphone, so it practically cancelled out the vocals until it was only a very, very slight whisper and also removed some of the background music. I never realised 'Back to December' by Taylor Swift had such good instrumental-
so when I listened to 'What Makes You Beautiful'...
all I heard was the sound of the conga drums.
FOR THE WHOLE 4 MINUTES.

i love you, dad's earphones.

right. Exhibition.
I was all prepped up for it, and I bought supplies (nice, nice butterflies that were purple and black and kinda glimmering and also some ribbons) though I don't think they will be used.
still. it's pretty. sigh.
yeah.
and I've managed to complete a poem which I showed Jerry and it was meant for Yinny and it was kinda in the Halloween mood but anyways.
potato'd.

POSTMAN PAT.
yeah.
I love this show sooooo much okay the cat is totally sass and fluff and it goes like
'I DON'T CARE I'M A CAT OKAY YOU DO WHAT I WANT'
and it jumps up and down and everywhere and stuff.
and Postman Pat is just.

'I'M POSTMAN PAT AND I'M ON A SPECIAL DELIVERY SERVICE OOH DID I KNOCK YOUR POTATOES DOWN DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE OOH LOOK HEY CHICKENS HEY HORSE I LOVE THE WEATHER SO MUCH AND MY BADGE IS SHINY'

(I'm serious about this part. He polishes his badge. FOR REAL.)

I should avoid being so random and get back to work.
WORK.
sigh.
okay bye potatoes let me awkwardly slide away.
fats.
lipids.
lipase.
eoys.
screwed.
yay.

Life on hiatus

exams coming through!

I can't draw.
Well. I tried to, after listening to Hurts Like Heaven by Coldplay-- Mylo Xyloto album and it's rather catchy. I like the moosic video.

History teacher says: Because the lives of the people in the Qin Dynasty were hard, hence there were little advancements in Math and Science and Arts. This is a disadvantage........ so people were living in poverty and because of the heavy taxes, they had no time to develop in the Arts, Sciences and Math.

Exams = lack of development in the Sciences, Arts and Math = hard life = poverty.
...
Exams = poverty

D: but that's a different thing altogether.
I HAVE A CLASS BLOG.
I think it'll die after a few weeks. At most four months.
I AM SLACKINGGGGGG
and pretty proud of it.

...
why is everyone so talented and smart while I'm here derping and flooping and wriggling like a sunflower.
I kinda don't want the exams to end.
Even if it's pressurising-- I'M NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO FEEL THE STRESS WHATWHATWHAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING STAHP YOU'RE GOING TO DIE AT SEC 4 AT THIS RATE.

...
I don't caaaaaaaare.
I'm glad Geog is over. It was a nightmare and I BARELY finished it.
I shall train to write faster.
Yes.
WRIST POWER.
yay :)

So here's a word of wisdom for you readers.
potatoes potate, mosquitoes moskate.

autumn in england and a slight bit of rant

Autumn in England and China now. A clash of both sides, which is really, quite cool.

Japanese examinations over now, and I am so happy-- although I think having examinations for third language totally killed off the joy of learning, although it did push me to learn. 

NYES-- Autumn version

I did this on muro and also during ICT, using photoshop. I feel like I've got a power. A power that I've recently acquired after learning how to create text effects. Photoshop, although sometimes you may be a jerk.

Thank you for that power.

I love that power. 

((only when I'm using it))

From this point on-wards, it's going to be long. So click at your own risk. Woah, another long post.

photo spam

hahahahah LOON LOOK I HAVE MY PHOTOSHOP ASSIGNMENT TOO OH YAY IT IS HORRIBLY DONE BUT LOOK DO I CARE.

actually I do.

So yeah. Most of it was all about ES but then I gave up because. 

Well. I don't really know but that part about stars.

the stars say I have to draw today and so I did.

I drew something out of proportion and I hope no one noticed it.

Oh who am I kidding.

The second picture probably sounds wrong but anyway.

It was when we were highing together sometime ago...

I think.

She murmurs a short chant, trying to warm his tensed, stiff and cold body.

"I'll let you be Sherlock next time. I'll let you be Sherlock-"

-bang-

and the world collapsed, in front of her eyes as scarlet coloured his face and head and every-

"I'll let you be Sherlock- please."

She looks into the eyes of his murderer, only to hear-

"It had to be done."

"NO- YOU DON'T-HE WASN'T GOING TO CHANGE- HE WAS ALL FINE YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THIS- I- I wanted to let him be Sherlock for once-" 

and she falls, down into this bottomless pit of memories and every single word she utters when he begs to be Sherlock.

'Now's not the time. I've got work-'

'Everything's fine, you know. There're no mysteries-'

'You know you're not- not as observant as Sherlock Holmes.'

'He's not real.'

'You've got work to do.'

'Not now, NOT NOW!'

"M-mom, can I be Sherl-Sherlock- now." she thinks she hears this from his cracked lips and she can only nod, cradling her fallen angel in her arms.

"Yes-yes-Sherlock. I'll let you be Sherlock-"

Emoticons :D :3 :O :( :)

as I promised.
Emoticons.
I tried not to rant--but there wasn't really much to rant about, except studies but that's really boooring.
because YOU STARE AT THE NOTES AND THE NOTES DON'T STARE BACK.
how rude.
okay, maybe they stare back but-
ahem.
onto the topic!
mooooove along, children! Mooooooove along!

[disclaimer: this post is just my own opinion, kay]

"CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT'S GOING ON?" -proper blog post-

this is not a rant.
despite how the title seems to suggest it.
...
this is me ----->                                             ~~(^w^)~~



and this is the point -----> .

...
derp.
Observations my friends and family have made about me recently:

• "You seem to be more nice and blunt but sweet when you're tired. Like, when you can't give a damn about anything, and you start talking rubbish and about unicorns. Yeah, that's when you're at your fluffiest and sweetest and bluntest. But when you're high on sugar, you're just. KABOOM. And when you're low, extremely low and frustrated, you get all sarcastic and bitchy and your hand always go and sweep your fringe up your forehead. And when you're talking to people you don't like, you always make an effort to be civil. That's weird."
• "You've grown taller."
• "You're more... talkative and more emotional?"
• "You've changed."
• "You'd be more likely to be a murderer that kills on instinct when you get really angry."
• "You're a nice crazy."
• "Don't worry. You're still as short."
• "potatoed!"

Okay that was weird. 

HCNY bookclub wasn't really that productive. But at least-well, at least it gave me something to talk about.

Unicorns. British Unicorns are smokin' hot, hence your argument is invalid.

...

and about Utopia and Dystopia.

It's really, all about perceptions. But if everyone had different perceptions (well, we all do.), then doesn't it mean we should all have, like a country each or idek, maybe there will be no countries? But even so, it wouldn't work out anyway.

That means that there's no perfect society anyway and if we're looking for perfect, it would be up to our own definition, so that means we have to have our own alternate universes? Well, that's a little complicated--and wouldn't we have to be alone? That's not happy.

So talking about being happy--setting that as the main quality of an Utopian society... well, we talked about serial killers being happy killing people but people not being happy being killed. So it still wouldn't be a Utopia. 

... I suppose.

I mean, you can't get everyone to be happy, right? And it's not up to you to decide what's right and wrong, unless you're saying what is wrong is to be mean or hurt people's feelings, but some people feel happy to hurt other people and you're not being fair to them by limiting them--you're hurting the minority after all, right?

...that's really weird. 

And you want people to live in a society where everyone is different because that's how we all are, and you don't want like, a situation in The Giver because well, it's not fair for people--they don't get to experience emotions, what makes them humane.

It'll be like a group of robots, won't it?

...

Well, either way, you're going to have a group of people to control every single thing and deem it as right or wrong and you have no choice because

1. they stole your country (steal a little and they call you thief. Steal a lot and they call you king)
2. you voted for them
3. you were born here. And apparently if you dare to even voice out, you die.
4. you can't do anything better either way.

politics is freaking messy.

here have a waffle-cake it'll make everything better i hope.

                 

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people think i've changed. i haven't. they just didn't know me.

hell, i don't even know myself.

Loon are you reading this? Kimberlala says tennis ball loves all of us and would really appreciate it deep down in her heart if we hugged her. ._. no.

Next blog post (scheduled), but may be intercepted by something else: emoticons. 

Peiphone

"Peiphone" 

Original version by Maroon 5

I am a Peiphone,

Trying to call home, 

All of my change you stole from me.

Where are my pennies,

My hard-earned pennies,

Where are the plans made for Hawaii? 

If British unicorns did not exist,

I would have my pennies back with me.

All the treasuries are full of it,

I just want my pennies back for me.

If I had my pennies~

This. IS NOT A RANT :D HOORAY

lots of things crashing down on me recently.

I'll promise-- this won't be a rant. I should start on a legitimate blog post.

I have EOY so I have to study. And at the same time I've got inspiration for a work in Chinese. CHINESE.
It's really rare that I get such inspiration for Chinese. Seeing how I'm not so fluent in it anyway.
But I really got it and I'm afraid of letting it go away. Like, just vanish up into last gasps of the burning cigarette.
Idek.

It's about dreams, and I think I'll just be writing about a girl

• has a talent (like most other main characters. duh.) for drawing and she loves drawing (she wants to be an artist, but such a career is frowned upon) but she can't really afford to draw and has to study really hard for scholarships because she...
• comes from a broken family. Her father is nowhere to be found, her mother suffers from an illness.
• Mother dies, she breaks down, but mother left something
• "go find your father. Tell him the dream has not died yet. Tell him that in the end, dreams never die. That even though we never see our dreams, they're still there. They're still alive. They're still there, in the end."
• she goes on an adventure, through a portal--like it just brings her away from reality.
• aaaaand. she meets this strange creature and she goes on with it, because she wants to and she can't turn back any longer.
• along the way she realises she can't draw--everything is forced and it just doesn't work.
• the ending is still... kinda. undecided. :)

I'll post it on the other blog for Chinese if I can. 

yeah.

okay :D

no rants.

just nice, fluffy stuff.

I think I did something with my facebook while I was high on coffee just now--thirty minutes ago, but I can't remember.

And I can't access facebook for some reason.

ohkay.

I'm starting to panic. What did I do now-

Competition! How exciting!... yeah, yeah. SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS

This ^ is how I'm probably going to look like after tomorrow's competition.

Imagine! The fun!

The excitement!

The getting-screwed-all-over-again-and-again.

._.

Well.

I don't know, I've been trying my best, prepping for it the past few days and trying my best at newspaper writing... It doesn't really work, you know.

I think.

So here I am, trying to calm myself down--who knew English Society had competitions! This is like, more for Infocomm club, but with the writing factor, that is. Only thing is that they seem to appreciate the design factor more. Not really complaining. 

But the thing is, not sleeping for 24 hours straight (we can have different--like, take turns to sleep but--)

We'll be working through the night and to be honest, I don't think we really stand a chance against those other schools, but I think that we'll try to clinch a writing award! It's the best we can do. 

I think.

Well, I'mma try and sleep early

AND IT ISN'T HELPING WITH MY HOMEWORK DOUCHE BAGS.

I HAVE HOMEWORK

THIS ISN'T A HOLIDAY

ASDFGHJKL;'

NOT FUN.

NOT FAIR.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

okay I'll try to enjoy it and then maybe I'll blog about this.

considering I don't die.

updates! :D

Correction. We're going to have a new exhibition.
In October.
:D

that sounds mightily fun, doesn't it?
I think the whole reading group (or what's left of it anyway) is really excited!
-well, I think we are!-

Let's make it pretty! Prettier than our previous one! :D

Yay!
I shall go read up on materials.

HCNY bookclub T4Wk1.

...
sigh.
I don't really like them anyway.

Today was April's fool. Silly girl.

Four poems, each a lie.

((words are like ethanol.
teasingly so-
and then once they're done flirting with you,
they go away.
evaporate, leaving no traces behind-
not at all.))

and in the end
we're all april's fool.
trapped in the summer heat-(or is it spring,autumn, winter)
jumping around in imaginary seasons
that put a slight spring (spring!) to our steps
and yet the heat presses down on us again.

time gently accentuates our features-
painting blemishes and little etchings over
our faces and
arms and
beautiful varicose legs and
our whitened--frizzy hair.

and in the end
we're nothing but white
white bones that break and
creak under
pressure of gravity.
-and under ground too-

A poem about Mary-Sues. From the "Inspiration" drawer.

It's been long since I've done anything productive.

So there. I shall pick out something from my "!nspiration" box aaaannnddddd.

._____________.

WHUT.

Conditions:

• write a poem
• about Mary-Sues
• Genre is fantasy
• There must be no sarcasm
• Use these words: "stickers" and "crab"

O.O

Do I have to?

Mary-Sue 

Mary-Sue, Mary-Sue,

all stickers and all lovely beaus.

Shall we eat steak, I moo'ed.

But fluffy ponies are so beautiful, too!

This poem makes no sense,

Oh but Mary-Sue's great at defense

Even though she's not worth ten cents--

On a totally random topic, whales jump over fences.

Mary-Sue, Mary-Sue, 

Oh how you do burn, ravishing like ponies too!

Tell me how you avoid crabs, please do.

And sip some tea while I boo!

Conclusions are always so hefty,

Even as Mary-Sue judges so fairly,

Eating a cheescake with some berries,

I'm suspecting my mind's sanity.

~END~

THAT BURNS.

IT WAS HORRIBLE.

WHY DID I EVEN WRITE THOSE CONDITIONS?

YAY I AM SUGAR HIGH

Decided to do stretching in the middle of the night.

I FEEL SO AWESOME NOW.

All those people I have thought of as normal...

well, let's just say most of them were insane to begin with.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE NORMAL!"

Of course, I have a sane and matured side too.

It just... it just never comes out.

We're marchin' on!

Our first--well, it's not actually official--CCA session without the sec 4s.

WE NEEDED THEIR HELP.

Okay, maybe not.

But as we removed the exhibition, it felt like...

it felt as though the sec4 seniors should have been there too. Like, witnessing the 'birth' and 'death' of their last exhibition... It was rather sad. I mean, that was our nicest exhibition yet D:

And they removed it D:

IT WAS AWESOME. IT SHOULD HAVE STAYED THERE FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER.

I SHALL TYPE IN CAPS BECAUSE I LIKE THE WAY THE WORDS LOOK! :D

BUT ANYWAY.

TOMORROW'S THE FUNFAIR, I SHOULD BE SLEEPING, BUT I'M... WELL, GOING TO SCHOOL LATER THAN USUAL.

WHEEEEE. IT'S ANOTHER RED-AND-WHITE BE YOURSELF DAY.

HOW FUN~! :D

WE'RE GOING TO SELL CHEESE FRIES AND HOT DOGS. 

I THINK I'LL STICK TO THE ES CCA BOOTH BECAUSE I AM 无家可归 XD

BELOW: NYES SPRING AND WINTER VERSION. I DON'T DARE TO POST IT ON FACEBOOK.

WINTER IS, ADMITTEDLY NICER. BUT STILL...

WHAT ABOUT AUTUMN AND SUMMER? I'M KINDA STUCK.

LIKE, HOW DO I EVEN DRAW THE FRIGGIN AUTUMN LEAF?

I THINK I'LL NEED TO USE PHOTOSHOP INSTEAD OF MURO FOR THIS.

SUMMER...

OH YES I HAVE AN IDEA

WHEEEEEEEEE~

LET'S HOPE IT WILL WORK.

THEN AUTUMN FOR THE LASTTTTTT~

YAYYAY

WISH ME LUCK.

...

NO, DON'T.

YOU'D BE WASTING IT.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

OKAY I SHALL EMBARK ON A JOURNEY TO DESIGN ANOTHER ONE.

SUMMER. IN PROGRESS.

*Edit: NYES--Summer is the only one (yet) to require a shitty blueprint. =.=

We're just a condensed version of the Mad Hatter, sarcasm in its entire beauty and cracked-up lines of humour.

Sarcasm.

Noun: The use of irony to mock people or convey contempt

People are hypocritical. Yes, please do get that into your mind before we proceed any further.

Hypocritical.

a person who pretends to have virtues, moral or religious beliefs, principles

We all have that time, when we get an A for a test and someone else fails it. And when we do compare marks, don't we all go, 

"Oh... Uh, I didn't do as well, I mean, you'll be able to do it better next time?"

When deep in our hearts, we are secretly happy that we managed to top the class and prove ourselves to be smarter than most. 

People are hypocritical. 

Why?

Because we are humans. Humans have emotions. (check.) Humans do crave for companionship. (check) Humans are easily--quite easily-- pressured, or conditioned to a certain type of behaviour. (check) 

And that is why, because we crave so much for companionship and because society dictates us to score well and be the 'best' of everything (most importantly, exams), we turn so complex. We think that scoring well in examinations is a good thing and it will earn respect, which may lead to appreciation and ultimately, companionship. 

But society, is after all, made up of humans. This is an interesting observation.

Much like prejudice--people crave companionship. It's all like a domino effect. Someone (A) hates a peculiar behaviour of a person. A spreads it to B, and because B wants A as a friend, B goes all, "YEAH" and they corrupt more minds of people (twenty-six letters in the alphabet, all waiting to crumble).

So there.

It's rather funny, so... intriguing that humans are the core of this entire complex and frustrating society. That humans love to do these silly things. That we actually--I'm not even sure--have a brain, like one that functions properly and generates ideas, generates all kinds of...

I'm pretty amazed by the human brain, sorry.

So there, I'm sure we're all hypocrites. Nothing to be ashamed of. 7 billion plus minus people are out there with you, dear :D

Yours,

a hypocrite.