u.u

Steak and black pepper gravy with mashed potatoes.

I want you.

*faints*

So Many Changes, So Little Time...!

I'm going nuts here.

My hair's changed, drastically.

So have my eyes (albeit VERY temporarily, or so I hope).

My bank account was more filled than it had been in many months, only to be emptied within the range of a few days to its normal... aerated... state.

My cozy, tiny little room over at my aunt's, which actually happen to be her son's, is now filled with stuff that are haphazardly packed and (sorta) ready to go. But that's only half of all that I intend to bring x.x

I'm excited. Because of that, I'm scared crapless. Nothing good ever came out of being too excited about something, in my case- except for vacations in RT.

Arghh! I'm confused!

I've also been playing Tradewinds Legends and finished the game thrice already in less than a week; then I started replaying Talismania Deluxe. One of my loves, Maxtor HDD, has been nestling in his little place in the antique laptop bag for quite a while now. All because someone keeps delaying the delivery of my items back to me, and that includes that useful multi-plug multi-socket extension thingymajig. Grrr...

I shall remember not to prioritize my (future) boyfriend over my other obligations and duties >.>

My littlest brother, the littlest of them all, turned 8 3 days ago! So a happy belated to him! (I wasn't able to do a specific post in his honor on the day itself since I've been busy as feck)!

And I smell like a saloon. Fortunately it's a nice smell to me, and is not causing any more allergic reactions.

Seems like everyone's feeling confused and terribly out-of-order this past week... Hopefully the next week will turn out better for the most of us.

Supplements... Zzzz... Second day of tidal waves...

Ice Skating Woes

I've only skated on ice thrice in my life; all those sessions amounting up to no more than 10 hours.

Suffice to say I'm not the best skater out there; but over here where there's only one known place to skate, I'm not the worst either. In fact, I can pretty much glide as smoothly as seasoned skaters if I had my PIC with me to hold my right hand.

Unfortunately, said PIC is nowhere to be found, cutting all forms of contact so that I can't even begin to stalk her. One begins to wonder what happened as one recalls the pivotal moment of one's life that second time on ice *insert drool face here*...

If only my life were made out of miracles, I'd be able to see my dream guy again and this time initiate some form of contact with him. But He has other plans for me, rather than making me fall in love with some perfect-looking dude clad in black who skates with the grace of a swan and seemed to have walked out one of my dreams...


Anywho.

I wish I could skate after this whole fiasco is done with...

Colleges

A friend of mine is planning to join Gonville & Caius, pronounced as 'Keys', located at the high-end world of academics known as Cambridge. THE Cambridge.

I really want to join you, genius friend. But let's be real here, I don't really have the 'Key' ingredient to even qualify as an applicant. Cambridge, in and of itself, is already such a wonderfully out-of-reach target. But one of the HARDEST college to get into within such an imposing institution?

Sometimes you can feel so bashed and stupid by such kind gestures lol.

I'm pretty sure Goneville & Chaos would love to have me as their newest member though.


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My world is collapsing in on me.

Otou-san, Okaa-san... be strong. For everyone.

Random Listy Update!

~Nickelodeon made a show combining Jimmy Neutron and Fairly Odd Parents and it was kickass! Timmy and Cosmo look really weird as 3D characters though =P

~I might be getting my license soon. In advance, I'd like to say I pity my future driving instructor for the torture he'll have to put up with.

~Currently, I am craving these food(s?):

• Cream puffs (like the ones you get from Beard Papa. Is that of one word or two words' length?)
• Beef Yakiniku from Sushi King, and the other sushis and set meals I had there
• Cheesecakes from Secret Recipe

~I watched Zettai Kareshi yesterday, and finished the whole series in about 7/8 hours straight, stopping only for toilet breaks and the occasional summons from my aunt. I don't think I'll be reviewing it, since there are other great reviews on it hovering around the Web but it was definitely a unique J-Drama (or any kind of drama for that matter) and the acting was great! It's worth a watch and starts getting cliffy nearly halfway.

~Got my 3rd marriage proposal recently. Gotta love my flirty friends.

~Wondering... Who's Bob Dylan?

~Got in contact again with my BFF from AD! Loving it; started contacting other friends as well.

~Realized that one of my online buddies is a genius who memorized pi to the 640th power. I always knew he was smart, but...!

~Started reading Robin Hobb's book Renegade Magic during my late mornings, when I can barely get out of bed. Barely made it past 50 pages after two days. Brilliant writing, but not really my cup of tea. Maybe it's too early to tell?

~Sepulchre by Kate Mosse (not the model...) is quite a good read, albeit too smart. I should've had a dictionary in hand while reading it. Kudos to the writer for her amazing usage of English words... and French. And her imagination, of course.

~I miss that kiddy book I read before leaving RT... Charlie's Nightmare? A Nightmare Academy book, which I'm pretty sure will be/is already a series.

~Did my mental development halt when I was 11 years old?

~The Shichida Method... *shudders*

Face Your Freaking Fears!

It took place at the swimming pool of building P.

A wary lady casted both eyes out, scanning the large rectangular pool for her nieces. Both appeared to be enjoying themselves immensely at the shallow end whilst their swimming instructor, a middle-aged Chinese man, shouted tips at the advanced group who were freestyling back towards him from the other end. Laughter and chatter (in the form of screaming) above the sloshing sounds made by the advanced group filled the air. The lady stopped watching and turned her portable mp3 on, plugging in the earphones, blocking the background noise. Wary, that she was, but even more weary of the noise itself. She couldn't even fathom the real reason behind her irritability that day, casting 'that' time of the month as her prime suspect. Sighing slightly, she turned towards the mp3 player and began playing one of the boring games pre-installed in it to pass the time. Solitaire. Joy.

Suddenly, as if on some sort of unheard and unseen cue, she stopped the music and plugged the earphones out, glancing up from the mp3 player to be met with the sight of a young boy shrieking against the pull of two other young boys, who were apparently dragging him to the deeper end of the pool. She remembered the young boy as the one who had enquired her earlier as to the depth of the deeper end of the pool, the response of which was a mere smile. Of course, it's so deep you would drown, the smile said. The boy seemed to fathom and, edging excitedly while holding the edges of the pool, retreated to the shallow end.

And now he was shrieking and screaming as he was being dragged against his own will by two boys around his age to that very end he was avoiding.

Now this lady was intrigued. She had put stashed away her mp3 player but made no move to approach the boys, the shrieking one looking at her pleadingly, fear apparent in his eyes whilst his screams gradually increased in volume and shrilliness. Bemused, she raised her eyebrows, casting an eye to the other end of the pool. Despite its size, which she was sure wasn't that big for other people to have missed the scene playing out before her, the swimming instructor was minding his own business as he attempted to teach a five year old to kick his legs and float. The other kids were enjoying themselves and talking to one another, unaware as well. A few parents sitting at the opposite side of the pool were chatting animatedly and seemed engrossed in their own babble; the security guards who were around the pool just a few minutes earlier, vanished. All the while her ears picked up the conversation between the three boys.

'I DON'T WANNA GO THERE!' Eyes still locked at her, willing her to stop the boys terrorizing him.
'You little wimp, LOOK! People your age are already pros at this swimming thing! When the hell are you ever gonna learn?' The boy tugging him, snarling as he persisted in dragging the kicking, thrashing boy who struggled against his grip- all in vain.
'NO! It's deep! Please, please, let me-'
'LISTEN, you chicken! If we don't do this you won't ever learn! There's nothing to be scar-'
'LET ME GOOO!'

The lady shuffled her feet on the tile, yet her body made no move towards the protesting boy. At that instant, she knew she had no reason to worry. Sure enough, ten seconds later the two boys released the 'chicken' resignedly, shaking their heads, and the latter tearfully dragged himself away whilst holding on the edge of the pool for dear life. The 'pro group'of the swimming lesson swam past the scene obliviously, sloshing water all over the seemingly traumatized boy whilst his former captors began freestyling to the other end along with them. She smiled, more amused than encouragingly at the boy, before whipping out her mp3 player again.

PIE..!

I effing need you...

Highlight of the Day

I would do almost anything, it seems, to get to my ultimate since-childhood calling of becoming a doctor.

Including repeating a foundation year with kids (excuse me- YOUNG ADULTS) two years younger than me.

The things we do for love...

Let this be an ample lesson for me not to screw around and to change my way of life!

On one hand, I'm sad to be leaving my friends of almost two years. On the other, a good change of environment may be exactly what I need to progress from my current state of mind and body. I do not think I am wasting a total of three years' worth of my life- rather, I'm excited and curious to see how things turn out.

Hopefully otou-san takes this lightly. He can't be too pleased that I'm joining my brother in The Academic Lagfest *sigh*

Short Reality Un-Check!

Say hi to Ichijou Takuma, a noble-class vampire who also happens to be an embodiment of Prince Charming - corteous, well-mannered, hardworking and, of course, charming. He's my anime character of the month! I've actually liked him for months now, even before the anime came out (I didn't know he was blonde then, since manga is b&w and he doesn't adorn the covers as far as I'm concerned, which is a crying shame). I always thought he was the most appealing Night Class attendant.

But anyway, fellow VKers would probably ask, 'Why not Kuran Kaname? or Zero?' Well why the bloody hell not not them? I do have quite a huge-ass crush on Kuran Kaname, but unless you're not a girl (or a guy with that preference) and a huge fan of Zero, who doesn't? He's like... rice to most Asian people, as he is to most female (and a few male) VKers- we gotta have him! Then there's the main dish accompanying that, and mine just so happens to be Ichijou-senpai. Yay!

ANYWAYS, he's like Tamaki from Ouran, but more elite (yes, REALLY) and less nonsensical. I'm guessing for a human, Tamaki is as heroic as he is- Ichijo just doesn't do as many idiotic things as Tamaki. Plus, if they were to meet in anime world I'm pretty sure a lot of people would say they're long-lost twins!

Vampire Knight is just full of fantastic non-existent eye-candy...

Is Ichijo really one of the tallest? I thought it was Akatsuki... Apart from the overlapping feet, this person has done a great job assembling all the characters who matter in one picture!

Back to reading. Unbelievable.

Over and Out

w00T! Goodbye Physics!

In the spirit of knowledge, I should not be saying that because Physics is literally everywhere and should remain close at heart but seriously, who would believe me if I said I 'feel' that?

I'm gonna have some celebratory cake and continue with the rest of revision.

My throat itches...

Tattooes Gone Physical

Thank you Google Images~!

If I got some temporary tattooes like that with more functional Physics equations (a.k.a those that're sure to pop up in the exams this Monday), wouldn't that just be swell? Like, the promo for these temporary removable tattooes, depicting Physics and Mathematical (and possibly other subjects) formulae would be: Cheating Made Easy - Cheat Without Paper! Use Tattooes!

Then of course, they would gain notoriety in less than a fortnight, and responsible people would get a whiff of them, track them down, sue them and force them to close down.

Nothing worth it is ever easy ^^

More Emotional Posts... Yay!

Mom called me again and told me that she was praying for my success in the exams, as she constantly does. Yes, I'm studying and yes, I'm trying my best. Case in point, I'm staying up! Of course, that's a little unfair because I'm nocturnal anyway. But that doesn't matter to Mom; what matters is I'm studying hard and trying my best!

Anywho, as she was talking I was all 'Mom, Mom,' to which she was like 'Yes dear?' and I was all...
'When you pray for me, do you ask God to make me a doctor... or just make me successful in anything I end up doing?'

She told me what I wanted to hear.

And I feel tons better right now, and can face Physics with a smile on my face.

Thank you God, for my wonderful Mom and family.

I can almost cry now lol :)

Warble Warble.

I am...
Tired. And bushed
SO much that I can't bother
to put myself to bed and wished
I'd done more than just shower.

I've got three assignments
to complete by Thursday but
I think I'll pass; arrangements
will be made once I'm in a rut.

Looking up and staring down
Got a smile in my perpetual frown...

I'll give you a stare and say 'Who cares?'
When you feed me bull 'bout slacking off;
In truth, I do... Shot many glares
at myself while I scoff...

At myself.


That made the last line rhyme.
I hate it when i force-rhyme;
Free-styling is my strength...
When I'm inspired.
And right now I'm in dire
need of inspiration and
motivation.

None of the talks tonight inspired
or motivated me, for that matter.
I feel sorry and all
but they've got to know when bed calls,
no fancy talk beats idle chatter
and whines about how tired we are, and
how thirsty and hungry we are, and
the amount of eye-rolling,
and all the sighing,
will eventually amplify to be louder.
So don't sound us off for getting madder.

That's my recap of the day which
would make sense to naught but me.
I thanks myself for the structure
my tired mind imposed on me.

Me. Me. Mememe.

I start almost every post with 'I'. I feel like an overly-selfish woman. I should always find ways NOT to start a sentence with I, because it's proven to be a blinking neon sign that points to a person's selfish mannerism.

More research is required.
And I'm already too damn tired.

Early Mornin' Dreamin'

I would like to believe that one day, in the not-too-distant future, I would reach a place on earth that I'd fall in love with at first sight; so breathtakingly beautiful that I would shed a tear if and when I left. A place so cool, serene and tranquil, I would want to build a home and willingly grow vegetables and raise chickens there, plus give up the luxuries of internet and most of technology for the better part of a year (I obviously can't give up on all forms of technology forever now that I've come to know and love it)...Yeah, castles don't seem too bad for a place like this, you know, once I turn into a dollar-wise billionaire and grab all the prime property available on earth before the population boom gets so bad that we'd have to colonize the moon.

Whose Line Is It Anyway?

I love the hawt, smexy AND funny Jeff Davis (But Ryan is still the best goof in the show, of course); and I can't get enough of him, or the show.
I'm an official WLIIA addict.
That is all.
*<3 JEFF!*