"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.

theory-wise, we are all scary.

THIS IS SCARING ME.

On the surface, I have 7 followers.

BUT WHEN I CLICK ON THE TAB.
IT SHOWS 6.

whoareyoustalker?whoareyou.

error 404. the following data cannot be retrieved. please refresh the page. nah, don't try that. the blogger is just too shocked to type anything.

I AM BEING STALKED :D

...
but anyway, it's probably just some computing error :D

let's hear my theory on scary stalker people.

people = destroyers of nature = monsters = scary.

got it? moving on.

scary = scary.

duh.

stalkers = dangerous (potential's there, anyways) = scary

in algebra, we take ab as a x b.

so...
scarystalkerpeople = scary x stalker x people.

taking into account the above,
it's:

scary x scary x scary, which would make:

scary-cubed.

WHICH IS REALLY SCARY.

...
but we could add a few 'scary's in front.
oh well.

THIS WAS A WASTE OF TIME. :D
yay.
I have a headache, so I don't feel like doing Math.
MATH MATH MATH.
NAG NAG NAG.

almost the same.
factors of math seep into brains and lead stray thoughts of potatoism into minds.

lalala.

Memes. ORLY.

I feel like I've been wafting in and out of my life.

I think some of the days have escaped to somewhere...

T.T

'designed' a costume, may get to putting it up on the blog...

I feel really horrible.

I ran out of Milo.
And I'm too lazy to get some more...

Quoting Faye-Anne,

"JUST CROSS THE DAMN ROAD!"

I feel kinda... weird. My dear daughter has grown up... :'D sniffles. That was so epic. :D
At last, when we came to the photo session, my frog went to photobomb almost every single picture... Good job frog :D Awesomeness overload~ (P.S. I didn't make it go around and photobomb every single picture. It... just did. )

Karaoke machines need more Miku songs.
Lalalala.

♫♫♫ PINK FLUFFEH UNICORNS DANCING ON RAINBOWS ♫♫♫


Some times, I wonder...
What if other seniors looked at my blog...
Y'know, it's kinda scary.
OUR CCA NEEDS A CANON PAIRING! And a non-canon one :D
I'm kinda deciding on which meme faces (like Derp and Derpina, y'know) our reading group seniors fit...

*pauses*

... Well, I bet you Jernana will be the 'LOL' face...

*pauses*

I don't really feel like confessing my crimes on the net. *evil eye glints maliciously*

*pauses*

Oh gosh, not the Harry Potter fanvirus again. =3=

*pauses*

But our CCA really needs a canon pairing.

and a non canon one!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

... No, Jernana, you don't really look like this ^... I think that one's Clarinet.

^ this one is Eilun.

Yes, ^this shall have to be Jernana, until  I find a suitable one. 

YanQi will be : (^^;;)

Wu Fan: (as expected, cat lover :D)

Megan:

Isabelle: (I didn't really know...)

And I am...

Yay~

That's all. I think I'll watch that gruesome Chinese movie now...

Yay :D

Musings-- I is a carrot.

Mistaken identity.

I wonder if the fox will change its fur colours in summer, autumn or winter.

Indeed, indeed.

Now that I have submitted for Montage...
Y U GIVE ME SO MUCH INSPIRATION?
*to Ellie and Jerry :D jiayou for Montage anyways.

But that's out of the point anyway.

I have a fear of someone.
So now, I'm going to try to be brave.

I'm not going to give anyone anything, not even my fear.
*puts on failed pokerface*

Because it seems so idiotic to be afraid of someone who's not supposed to be intimidating at all...
but I still fall prey T3T
How do you overcome fear?
I have a fear of mirrors as well, another fear called Athazagoraphobia. 
Sighs. I'm trying not to fear fear itself, but it's getting too difficult.


On the other hand... no more CST :)


I wonder what we'll be doing instead of tha-- ... not extra Chinese lessons, right?


And I wrote a letter to the Sec 4 me :D I wonder if I'll even remember to read the letter. It's really short and filled with Tuannism. :D


~O~ 

The Japanese Teacher said there was something wrong with me! :D

and it made me laugh for the rest of the Japanese lesson.

ZOMB. (Zombie's way of saying "zomg") Finally someone confirms my thoughts :D
Oh gawd. Homework. T ^ T ||| And yay, there's CCA tomorrow.

And I'll be getting new glasses soon! (because the current one's thingy broke off-- got it fixed, but the paint is peeling, peeling.....)


...
Phoebe called me earlier.
Oh gawd I miss you guys a lot. A LOT. A LOTTTTTT~
And then I saw the evil egg. I was trying to ask about FA. Not so sure now...

Ugh, now I need to do things.
Important things.

I swear, I hate this place. I absolutely despise it, loathe it.

Post-it ノート: Waffle on the go :)

haiz, i has no brains...

just a waffled chip bit of my brain, which has totalliee no sense. 

we discussed (No ABOUT) poems on life and i wanted to go on and on and on and on forever and fangirl over its awesomeness, but people were getting distracted and such that it was weird if i were to continue to fawn over it in a corner. instead, i left my thoughts to myself.

i wish i could write such awesome poems. i wish, i wish, i wish.

___

life is a ticking, restless clockwork--

a kaleidoscope of hopes that fade into

warped images, they quirk 

into an alley, flying through.

 Past the memories that flicker

and twist into an oblivion of scattered

fireflies that smugly snicker

with knowledge of truths torn and tattered.

Against the merry-go-round

of thick, creamy webs of lies

that bond masks who astound 

the faded tattoo of love, beating symphonies of cries.

life is a waffle

of bits and pieces.

a puzzle to baffle,

of cracks and creases.

___

I tried to make it rhyme, I did! and the hardest part was to make it make sense.

Waffle on the go. 

Have a bite of dough.

SEEEE? it doesn't rhyme nor does it make sense, it never does ; - ; oh well,

cos i has no brains.

: D

tralalalalalalalalalalala

Ollieeeeeee :)

Musings --Should I?

Was contemplating the idea of rewriting Five Steps. 

But perhaps it should be left just the way it is, original.

:)

Aargh, stuck with writer's block again.

WHY DO YOU TARGET ME, ALWAYS?

...

As do you, klutziness.

GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO BUG!

XD

I may be going mad.

Not that I'm not. :D