Open House 2012

This is so copied from the other blog! But it doesn't have really much of a difference, except that some parts are cancelled out because... 
Some seniors know my blog url.
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And more edits are done~ (adding on of stuff. :D)
:D


Warning, may include:

• seniors who have gone mad from too much mocha
• lame-ity streak
• Obsessive fangirling over cute pony-giraffe-llama plush toys
• Pure fluff and happiness (Jerry told me that since "fluff'' meant romantic in fanfiction, then Eilun's hair is romantic :D)
• banana riddles
• awesome lot of song making
• troll face inducing actions
• embarrassing acts
• imperfect grammar and stuff. (like: "I has no brains"... but it's a tagline.)

Bloggery :D 15 May 2012

The tennis ball had a cookie and she was wondering what to do with it (what can you do with a cookie besides giving it to your truly?). AND I WAS EMOING IN THE DISTANCE BECAUSE I KNEW I'D NEVER GET THE COURAGE TO ASK HER FOR IT. TAT
ahhh...
my cookie.
TT^TT

So anyway.
Ellie made a bunch of statements that I don't understand. I mean, I like doughnuts (they are sweet and the bread is fluffy and the sprinkles *__*) especially CHOCOLATE ones! (OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM :3) And then she was saying about something long and then I wondered about Frenchbread (I've been listening to too much Teto : D Listen to Kasane Teto's "Kasane Territory"!) and then I didn't get the joke and Jerry and Ellie were both being mean and going "WE SHALL NOT TELL YOU" bwahahahaha.

There was choir concert! And I didn't know about it :O I wanted to go!
But no, because I has homework. and man, they didn't even tell us about it!
TT^TT

Enough tragic dramas today.

Bloggery :D 11 May 2012

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I feel so guilty right now.

Like Char, we had CSM, so later Saman and I went to Soghurt with a few other friends to realise that it was closed. Instead, we took the bus to Island Creamery. And then... I realised one cup cost 2.80. And I only had 2.00 left so I had to use the 'emergency' money (it's not really for emergencies, just that I thought the CCA jackets were going to come soon so I placed them inside... the wallet).

TAT

I feel like I splurged. (It's uncommon for me to spend so much in a week, you know?)

*yesh, I is a stingy and thrifty person*

Oh, CSM wasn't as... interesting as Char described (in her blog-- it's linked to mine, I think? catslovedramatoo.blogspot.com-- I hope she doesn't mind. Free advertising!) I was in the shade (away from the track) and trying to do homework.

But seriously, there wasn't much to be done. So I tried revising for Japanese and Chemistry. And it ended up with the four (Jerry, Ellie, Sab and meee) talking about random stuff. Well, only Sab and I were. Jerry and Ellie were the studious ones --guilt pierces meee--

And then I ran down back to the track to see our class runners sprinting. :D
You guys were awesome :D
Tralalalala. But then I left my bag at the shade (with the three friends) so I went back. And tried doing some more studying. We're going to exchange notes (inter-class kinda thing)

Oh yes, during the cheer sessions (the earlier ones, I was there), I shouted along. *cough* now I sound so much like the typical witch in those fairytales.
And tomorrow there's the hydroponics farm trip thingy. Sigh, now I need to read  up on it. TAT

That's all~~~ :D

Penguins Attention! :)

Kimberally-- our Class Mascot :D:D:D It's so cuteeeee

This is the penguin I made, WITHOUT HANDS ^o^ And the carrot :D It looks pretty stupid, actually. But still, I'm naming it...

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The CARROT one :D

ZOMG :D PENGUINS ATTENTION, PENGUINS BEGIN~~~~~~! ;D

Musings-- we'll keep it there

Supposedly the world is crashing upon you,
and there's no one there left to help you.

One hand strikes out, but there's no point in anything at all.
Do you get tired of getting tired of life?

When there's so much to see, but you're content with your mind's eye flipping through the scrapbook of your worn-out, torn and tattered memories.

This blog is a dangerous place:
Spinning in progress-- the disastrous web of a scarlet, luscious liquid that trickles down hesitantly upon the sides of your throat, clutching at the hesitation stuck in your vocal box.

All I see are screen shots. Profile images, silhouette of people-- past people who waltzed in and out of my life. And some more happy faces, the ones I can never ever understand, the delicate smile that pierces through each layer of mask with despair. But oh, such beauty as well.

Names piece together letter by letter, stringing helplessly along a fragmented rainbow, splintered into a million mirrors.

Kamikorosu , I'll bite you to death. 

Post-it ノート: Mental note-to-self (1)

1. When there is a sale of cookies, never hesitate to buy more than one pack of cookies.

2. Never attempt to keep your teacher in class by screaming your head off.

3. When in doubt, munch on cookies.

4. Never hide behind a dustbin when a senior is near.

5. If you are VERY OBVIOUSLY going to walk in a direction, don't change direction half-way even when a senior is walking past you. This may result in severe head injury of hitting the wall and may even result in more attention focused on you.

6. Haemoglobin is not to be pronounced as HaemoBBLOBin. No matter how strong the urge/temptation.

7. Writing a letter to yourself in the future (100 days later) is no easy feat.

8. Munching on fish-shaped cookies are nice, although it gets rather awkward when you're within radius of a senior and going "nomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom"

9. Doing something completely random with your class at 1.12pm was awesome.


The end~
One last edit, to Jerry: I hate sotongs. They disgust me. And the name 'Ollie' does not sound like octopus. :P

Musings --4 April 2012

you have to learn what is right, and what is wrong.

it is the sudden nostalgic feeling of warmth, huddling in my parents' room, on the mattress on the floor. The light is dimmed, compared to the everyday life wherein it's just too bright and you can see everything clearly. too clearly. My bare feet rubs against the rather furry bedsheet and tries to derive some warmth from the action, although my senses are tinkling at the cooling breeze. my hair is still wet, dripping--rather, and the pillows are stacked under my body, clustered around me. it feels like the past, when we were all so young and carefree. i sigh, and a Hatsune Miku song is playing in the background. from y to y. a soothing melody that erases my flaws and errors and i am lost in it, a hypnotic trance-like state. i groan inwardly upon thinking of the busy schedule tomorrow and it's too clustered. my word document is still open, the flashing tab pleading me to just type something, anything in.

i grin at how it is simply impossible for me to bear a grudge against someone for long. it is the characteristic of a karakuri pierrot. there is no need for me to wear a mask anymore, for it has already been stuck firmly to the contours of my face. a smile that used to be unnatural has already been so frequently flashed that it does not matter what the emotions are inside.

i am an imperfection, one that was born a defect and forever like that. i glance at my seniors and somehow, i am reminded that they are going to leave anyway. people will come and go, and i will too. there was a sudden train of thought that erupted in my mind in the afternoon, on the train.

i hate this place. after six years of misery and forever being alone, i'm still stuck to this clumsy and irritating shell, it hates me. i hate it too but we can only depend upon each other to survive. i thought it would be a change but in the end it doesn't matter because i'm just going to live through another four years. and then two, probably five later before dying away. 


it never does really matter. sometimes i wonder about my own existence. what am i? why am i here? am i just another puppet? is this a parody of me?

a quote from Finding Nemo, that I still blurt out at times,

"Curse you aqua-scum!"

Awepic.

sigh. i know i shouldn't be feeling stress-- what is this year anyway? isn't supposed to be the most slack year? where should i be getting the stress from anyway? it's undeserved and if i'm going to point break at this point, i'm just useless. i shouldn't be having stress. i don't deserve to claim that i'm stressed, because i'm not supposed to have.

i need hersheys.
alice is so cute :D
and she likes hersheys too. :D

Musings --20March2012

ahhh.
it's been so long, so horribly long since i really listened to 'collide' by howie day.
it's so peaceful. the room is silent and rather peaceful and i feel as though the world is falling, tilting, sinking deeply into another world of darkness.
the light is bright (i think perhaps it would be good for me to install a night-light, but that's digressing.)
i'm really confused right now, a little in denial at how my work for 'iridescent' has turned out. part of me says, 'that's enough, seriously. stop editing.' and the other? 'just edit it. now.' (Edit: I really need to edit it already. It's too... out of point)
i'm rather content with how the story is already...
soooooo i should start with another story.
yes, nut, yours. i'm fretting over the plot now. it's so forced and unnatural. like it's just there cause i want it to be there.
i look at the class photos of last year and it stuns me.
so many faces, unfamiliar yet so recognizable. i let my hand hover over it for a few moments. egg's like her, alright, i decide in my twisted mindset.
joanna and i were going from classroom to classroom, just pretending to be stalkers with that dao staring look and finally laughing like mad before continuing until we got to our own class. and with that 'mantou look here' incident... we got overboard, but the teacher didn't really care.
-grins-
sorry bee, i don't think i can go for the alumni thingy because of block tests next week.
i hope you're not mad at me for not holding to my word.
es is pressurizing. story telling competition, we were enthu and they said we overdid it, laughing at inappropriate times (i didn't think there was ever an inappropriate time for laughing.). and we were noisy, disturbing the rest. puffy white marshmallows, are supposed to be demure, quiet, mature and conservative, you'd say? i beg to differ. that behaviour is restrictive, plastic and hypocritical. we didn't overdo anything, in my opinion. ahh, those words are so going to get me in trouble if anyone from es sees this.
home econs, pricked my fingers seven times. ouch. tried to sew back something because everyone was busy, pricked myself again and there was blood. not very pretty, i'd say.
does blood taste metallic? how does metal taste like? rusted? or like those metal spoons we have at home?
... i'll go google it later.

ollie