THE KID NEEDS YOU.

To help. Me.

I'm sure I approached a lot of you recently with a goal in mind.

To find out what the hell is WRONG with our...thing.

You know. The thing.

The THING.

Spelt with a S!

Well actually it also has a C.

And now that I think about it, I think a H is in order.

And you're all probably going 'OO' right? The sound or the emoticon whatever.

And lastly, if you got all that, 'She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead'

Did you guess the song? No? LOSERS.

That's right, you all SUCK. HAHAHAHA.

So, what's wrong with the THING? You ask? WELL YOU CAN'T. CAUSE I'M THAT'S WHAT I'M ASKING YOU. I ASKED YOU FIRST SO NYEH NYEH. YOU GOTTA ANSWER. ANSWER DAMN YOU.

I NEEEDDDDD YOOUUURRR HEELLLPPP.

HEEELLLPPPP...

By the way I can swear in 11 different languages. HAHAHA, but you all know that.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkJf0md1kG8&feature=channel_page

And if you read the comments, you'll find more. So now I can curse in 12 different languages.

And in a totally unrelated and complete switch in temperament just like the damn mood swings I might experience during this pmsing period of mine.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v3d6SFcDys

Talor Swift meets Viva la Vida. I personally prefer Viva la Vida because (I don't like Love Story) I listened to the latter, watched the music video, gagged.

It doesn't cut it for me. The words are too...cliche and they don't mean much.

But I give kudos for the tune. It sounds great in instrumentals.

SO ONCE AGAIN, I AM DOLLOPING A HUGE LOAD OF 'BAGS IN YOU' AND 'P-LEAVES' BECAUSE I AM A HUGE SUPPLIER TO THE THREE TREES OF SUMMER AND THE 'P-LEAVES' I COLLECTED DURING AUTUMN LAST YEAR ARE FRESH AND GREEN AND NEED TO BE HANDED OUT IMMEDIATELY.

SO TAKE THESE 'P-LEAVES' AND HELP ME FIND OUT WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE DAMN THING SPELT IN A TOTALLY DIFFERENT WAY TO AVOID COMPLICATIONS.

Global Warming

It's coming.

The 5 stupid words that kept ringing in my mind the entire day was from the book 'Many Waters' by Madeline L'Engle. DARN YOU. Eh, so it was, 'These are the end days'

I think it was because today was a sauna. I half-expected the whole world to spontaneously explode in a massive fireball any minute. The only thing I was afraid of was that it'd hurt. HA. HA.

Also, I'm majorly tired. Why is that? I took naps the whole day.

I fell asleep at my desk at least 3 times. Bloody hell.

Also, yesterday we went for this music appreciation thing and uh...I had to wear a dress.

I WORE TROUSERS UNDERNEATH THEM HAHA. But I took them off before I went home and exchanged them with eh...short shorts. Cause my mom doesn't know I wore pants there. Or amybe she knew because my bag was so bulky but she didn't say anything.

How nice.

Gwah.

Anyway that YAWP thing I took part in? Yeah, we won something. Like first prize! Hahaha...

You don't believe me. Oh well.

Nowadays, somehow, I feel like I'm getting emptier and emptier...this must be that thing they warned us about in chapel. Maybe it's the aftereffects of the devil's work. Like staring at gay guys and fantasizing a million different scenarios will suck out your essence.

Maybe.

Damn me.

Also, stupid OKTO is playing RERUNS DAMN RERUNS. Toradora, Skip Beat, Casshern Sins, even GUNDAM 00 all STOPPED. They're reruning Samurai Deeper Kyo, Neo Angelique Abyss, Monster...at least they're still showing Code Geass, but something tells me it's ending soon adn just like Gundam 00, they're not going to play the second season.

SCREW YOU OKTO, SCREW YOU. D:

Somehow...

Live?

MOE

Whoop, spelling error, meant to say EMO.

AAAHAHAHA.

You don't believe me.

HELL.

So today's the day where the angels with their thin arms are huddled around the cave huffing and puffing gracefully to move a cardboard cutout of a boulder.

Yay, and now it's easter.

DARNIT.

Okay uh yeah.

Nothing much to say...

Brain frozen.

ATTENTION 2T AND SBC KIDS, I'm making the class vid. yay. Now go on and ahve fun with your lives. Whee.

I seriously have no life

That's not even funny anymore. I seem to be losing my grasp on the world.

On a lighter note, I'm bogged down with homework.

On a lighter lighter note, I'm going mad

On a transparent note, I'm doing a few stories. I have some ideas which I need to squeeze out of my system from when I'm unconscious.

Having said that, this is a very short blog entry.

I think. I can make it longer.

I've been on a drawing spree lately, drawing people and things and people. On tuesday we had this english common test, I finished half an hour early and drew 6 pictures, top halves and bottom halves of people. I divded my fullscap into 6 portions and drew them, I need to cut them out and paste them in my book later.

Also, I finally finished the drawing of the bird in the window. Even if it's already been gone for a month. Or so.

And, I SERIOUSLY WANT TO BUY PRAVDA.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMJHLwm97yg

Siiigghhh. Oh wells. It's not like I can, I seriously suck at chinese and I doubt my dad will want to tranaslate...uh...that for me.

It's RusChi. So.

Yes anyway, i made a few discoveries about my nickname through emails with Gab.

Kid<=Kicked In Dick; IDK, lIcK'D, Di(c)k; Kira is Dead (thank goodness)

More next time?

Don't smile in the rain...

That's lightning not the flash setting you dolt.

Or should I say bolt? -shot-

O MA GAWSH. Today I was almost completely converted to shipping america and england. Someone shoot me. Watch this to my blog music http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xkQncaDKRE

I wish it was made into a disney movie, even if it isn't my OTP I'd totally watch it. I bet it'd kick Beauty and the Beast off the charts.

I just realised AmericaxEngland is easiest to write, FOR SOME REASON. Mainly because of the fact that I'm just really lame, or maybe because of the revolution.

-bangs head on keyboard-

I also had the dirtiest dream during my nap today. I can only recall snatches of it. Something to dow ith this totally weird doode, I remember he was hot, holing up all these people in this small room. The room had planks for floors and it looked like a typical kidnappers'-hideout kind of thing. I remember there was a lot of dirty talk and sexual innuendoes where this one brave soul who was also very hot, tried to seduce the kidnapper/pervert guy. He had this little kid, I think, under him and I was like 'YOU'RE DIRTY TALKING RIGHT ABOVE THAT LITTLE KID WHATTHEHELL'

He said in a very seductive voice something about 'slipping in', 'deep' something like that. I think he was about to ride him.

My goodness. Then I remember some guy came to the door before they had sex and I was like Bwah.

And the other people escaped and the little kid forgot to leave, so the guy rolled him under the bed or something before the other guy came back and tried to totally rape him.

The the guy who tried to seduce that other guy ran out of teh room and then I was like 'SHIT THAT'S THE SCHOOL MEP ROOM', it must've been the ketchup, there was something in the ketchup I used today, or my stupid subconscious took in the image of the school's auditorium exterior design because I went to school today to attend this MEP workshop.

Yes, so, I saw him escape to the concourse and stuff. And down the pink corridor.

And the little kid, I remember, found this like secret trapdoor thing in the floor and crawled out and escaped, whee.

IT SOUNDED AND LOOKED A LOT BETTER IN MY DREAM I CAN ASSURE YOU.

Then I somehow knew the kid was gonna have to come back during the evening or something with a bunch of other kids cause the guy raper-kidnapper person was their tutor or something.

But of course he wouldn't rape his students, too obvious.

Then I woke up. Well I'd woken up before, like in between and I was like, oh, it's only 3, then I went back to sleep.

Then when I woke up sort of towards the end I was like, 'Oh yeah. I'm here.'

That's the problem with me. I dream and end up in some crazy dimension where bits and pieces of my subciously picked up images such as the road leading towards the main road from my house or my room or my house or school or whatever just get injected into my dreams and suddenly I find myself waking up.

And I'm here.

I'm not getting my hopes up, sometimes I wonder if this really is all a dream. It really pisses me off when I try to recall and all I get is blurry images and scrambled soundtracks. Remembering is not a clear thing. When they say images are projected in your brain or behind your eyelids, it's like mine has super bad reception.

It's virtually impossibly to have a screen in your brain, like now, for you to remember and experience things so clearly, which is how I can differentiate dreams from reality. But sometimes I can get so into things I barely notice time passing, days, weeks, months, years.

And suddenly I'm here and I look back and I go, have I really gone that far? What was I doing? Where did I come from? Where will I go now?

Like a bus ride to nowhere with the curtains drawn, people sleeping all around you and hourly potty breaks.

I can't look out the windows, they're either fogged or tinted.

Then I see people strolling along the sidewalk, they're features are blurry and they look up and for a spilt second you can see them smile and wave. You can see so many scenes through that tinted window but later your memory is scrambled, badly, and suddenly you can't remember if that woman trying to soothe that crying baby had long hair or short hair or if the man throw away the garbage was wearing a red shirt or a white shirt.

Details like these infuriate me and when other people talk about their memories like picking the right file off the shelf, I envy them.

I hate myself you know. Or more like I seek aesthetically pleasing things and I know I'm not aesthetically pleasing (don't we all seek perfection?) and I refuse to change myself, so I delete myself from the world. I prefer to look, and not take part. Which is why I always remove myself from my dreams.

I'm a silly little by-stander, you don't know I'm here.

I could spend all day talking about my dreams. If I could just remember what they were. I can remember snatches of them though.

Like, this really white room with white funiture, nice elaborate designs, and outside it's all dark and there are crazy monsters roaming the streets.

...

Or the apocalypse has come and my house is sheltering civilians and then I go downstairs and outside my room which has been blown open by bombs, a couple has hung themselves upside down. I look closer and I know they're real but now they're cardboard, black cardboard and there's words on the cardboard but I can't read it. The sky through the holes in my ceiling is red and the clouds are orange and there are planes flying overhead and a lot of smoke. An old couple has locked themselves in my attic and I distinctly remember there being plants.

...

An old dream I had consisted of...

I don't think I'll say it.

...

I once had a dream about my garden and house being full of snakes. Large, large snakes and I had to jump over them to avoid being bitten and it was like something out of a bad flash game. A sort of puzzle/action/adventure kind of genre. Very stressing, very distressing. When I woke up I was like, oh yeah.

...

Another old dream I had also consisted of the apocolypse. I was with Michelle and we were trying to escape the apocolypse and there was the shelter dome somewhere in Orchard Road and it was inside this large trench thing with a downhill slope and it was large and white. Like an overturned orange. We made it just in time, I think, no, with time to spare. Then I think I remember aliens with us. For some reason.

...

Another one was like I was with these other people and it was like a combination of Robots (the XBOX game) and some cliched action movie and we had to stop the bad guy or something and there was a room with things filling up that would kill us. We escaped, obviously, but I need to stop watching mom play all those Xbox games.

I think my subconscious hates me. It sticks it's thought-filled tongue at me every night.

Edit: I removed the pictures cause a certain someone is very pissed.

New songs

I changed the colour of my player. Hee.

Green to match the green, man I'm so lame.

Right, so while I'm on a bad writing hiatus I added the awesome songs which are 'The Garden of Everything' by Maaya Sakamoto and Steve Conte and 'War is Love' by Vocaloid Miku (Vocaloid is a program, Miku is the character basically it's sung by the voice actors inputting all the syllables in different tones and then the program matches it together)

The Garden of Everything is mostly in English so Claire doesn't bitch about Jap songs playing so 'annoying' or something. It's very nice song.

The Garden of Everything
by Maaya Sakamoto (坂本真綾)
Album: Nikopachi (2003)[audio]

Romaji Lyrics
Steve Conte:
Here you are
Daylight Star
Made out of miracles

Perfection of your own
You alone
Oh so incredible

Each atom sings to me
Set me free
From chains of the physical
Oh free me
Oh free me

Steve Conte and Maaya Sakamoto:
The mirror melts
Somewhere else
Inside eternity

Where you, on outstretched wings,
Sing within
The garden of everything

Where memories call to me
Backward dreams
Or phantom reality
Call to me
Call to me

Steve Conte:
So here we are lovers of lost dimensions
Maaya Sakamoto:
Uta wo ima kaze ni notte haruka tooi
Steve Conte:Burning supernovas, of all sound and sight
Maaya Sakamoto:
anata no moto e
Steve Conte:
Every touch, a temptation
Maaya Sakamoto:
Itsuka sora ha hitotsu ni tsunagaru
Steve Conte:
And for every sense, a sensation
Maaya Sakamoto:watatteikeru anata no moto e

Steve Conte:
Eyes of pure
Deep azure
Quite unbelievable

Sun's daughter, you've been made
Not to fade
Quite inconceivable

Each atom sings to me
Set me free
From chains of the physical
Oh free me
Oh free me

Steve Conte and Maaya Sakamoto:
A love like ours
A starry flower
Through seasons and centuries

As rivers reach the sea
You reach me
With songs of your symmetry

A small boat, there will float
To far off coasts
The Isle of Infinity
Come with me(Come with me)
Come with me(Come with me)

Here we'll see
Love's lost tree
Made out of miracles

Emotions, crystal leaves
To cover me,
And you in eternity

Each atom sings to us
Through the blood
Love is a miracle
Sing softly(Sing softly)
Sing softly

Steve Conte:
So here we are lovers of lost dimensions
Maaya Sakamoto:
Uta wo ima kaze ni noote haruka tooi
Steve Conte:
Burning supernovas, of all sound and sight
Maaya Sakamoto:
anata no moto e
Steve Conte:
Every touch , a temptation
Maaya Sakamoto:
Itsuka sora ha hitotsu ni tsunagaru
Steve Conte:
And for every sense, a sensation
Maaya Sakamoto:
watatteikeru anata no moto e

Steve Conte:
So here we are twin stars, brilliant brightness
Maaya Sakamoto:
Uta wo ima kaze ni notte haruka tooi
Steve Conte:
Lanterns lit by life for all the depths of night
Maaya Sakamoto:
anata no moto he
Steve Conte:
And every day will return us
Maaya Sakamoto:
Itsuka sora ha hitotsu ni tsunagaru
Steve Conte:
To arms of the ever eternal
Maaya Sakamoto:
watatteikeru anata no moto e

Steve Conte:
So here we are, so far from earthly orbits
Maaya Sakamoto:
Uta wo ima kaze ni notte haruka tooi
So here we are
Steve Conte:
Burning supernovas, of all sound and sight
Maaya Sakamoto:
anata no moto e
Lalala...
Steve Conte:
Where every day will return us
Maaya Sakamoto:
Itsuku sora ha hitotsu ni tsunagaru
Every day will return us...
Steve Conte:
To arms of the ever eternal
Maaya Sakamoto:
watatteikeru anata no moto e

Steve Conte:
Here we are...
Maaya Sakamoto:
Here we are...

Steve Conte & Maaya Sakamoto:
Lovers of lost dimensions

Steve Conte:
Where every day will return us
To arms of the ever
Steve Conte & Maaya Sakamoto:
eternal

Fwoo, so this was my drop-off, the hols may be pretty quiet but in a week you'll hear the crack of the whip and we'll be marching back off to school with the iron-cast chains hanging from our necks labelled 'Property of MOE'.

I'm stopping by

To hand you all a poem! Yes, I poem. I finally got back my AlfredxArthurifyousquintreallyhard one. Sort of.

Alfred sounds less dorkish and more serious cause I just like him serious. Cause America may be a bit wonky but he rises to the occasion really.

I suppose.

Based on the quote: We shall never surrender.

We shall never surrender
But you know that, don't you?
You always knew it would come to this
The nagging fear pounded the door to your consciousness
And yet you were distracted by my window blue eyes

This is it, isn't it?
I'm standing above you
With my gun cocked at your temple
The hammer under my thumb
And the index finger
I pointed square at you
As I ordered my troops to take flight
On their black boot wings
Firm on the trigger
It is over.

Why is it
That even as I am standing
Next to you
Our backs to the smoldering battlefield
Of broken dreams and lost pride
And a peace treaty
Dry on our
Bruised and bloodied lips
I feel like the battle has
Just ended
But the war has just begun

You shun me now
As I shun you
The grudging respect still
Continues to hover around us
Even across the wide, deep, blueblueblue ocean
It buzzes serenely like a fly
Someday, I expect you will step on it
And someday I will smash it
Incriminantly against the pristine walls
Of the White House

This will be our eternal battle
Of wits and illusions
Of arrogance and conceit
You call me deluded
But you too have sunk to my level
Even with our countries so far apart
Our foreheads are pressed flush against the other
You stare me down
I'll stare you down
But we will never surrender.

End

Inititally it was 288 words, but I amended it so it doesn't sound like crap churned from a bad banana peel.

The teacher actually put there a 'Why USA?' And I was like, WELL DUH DIDN'T I JUST SAY THE REBELLION? YEESH.

I mean, in my head of course.

Technically I was playing on the fact that England treated America like a son (if you've read Hetalia) and when America grew up to be this rebellion teenager sort, (he's still super immature) they had the rebellion thingy. Yeah, I still really suck at history.

So uh, today was a bad run? Hahahahahaha, naw it was....no wait it was bad.

Hahahahahah, I hate running.

Hahahahahah.

Well I hope you didn't dislike the poem enough to want to hit me multiple times and I don't blame you if you do anyway.

-curls up in a corner to shrivel away-

AND CLAIRE I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOUR ZUTARA. -sobs-

Cause in the end it's Kataan. YES, I DID watch the final episode. It was funkAy.

Kid out.

Look both ways before you begin your meals...

...In case someone has a bigger portion of pie than you. Or in our case, it would be ice cream.

Yes, ice cream, the most unhealthy of the dairy products. Or not.

WELL WHAT WOULD I KNOW? AHAHAHAHA.

Anyhoo, I'm here to bring you...

FICTION.

YES. FICTION.

But not just ANY fiction...

COMMOOONNNWEEAALLTTHHH...

Where everyone is commonly poor in writing. D:

FAIL.

HAHAHAHAHAHA, YOU KNOW THAT MEANS, IT MEANS I DIDN'T GET IN.

FAN-FRICKING-TASTIC AIN'T IT?

No, I don't really care, ABOUT AS MUCH AS ONE WOULD CARE WHEN SOMEONE HARPOONS YOU IN THE SKULL.

Yeah, it's just like, SOOO awesome right?

So before I move on to my awesome commonwealth essay shit thing, let's bring you a little reccomendation.

YOU ALL HAVE TO READ HETALIA.

IT IS LIKE THE BEST OF THE BEST OF THE BEST MAYBE EVEN THE GREATEST MANGA OF ALL TIMMMEEE...

Yeah, I say that everytime. Okay for this category it is the GREATEST.

OMG YOU WILL LOVE WORLD HISTORY AND COUNTRIES AFTER THIS.

And the fandom is like totally based on world history, I mean who doesn't love true facts twisted into something funny/angsty?

You'll find little bits of mindless trivia you'll never find in your textbooks. Like the fact that during the Cold War, America gave out XL-sized condoms to Russia so that the citizens would lose their confidence. I don't know how real this is, but it sure is funny.

READ IT NOW, FOOL http://nisecal.googlepages.com/home

Btw, when you click on the links, click the one that links to the community and not the jap website unless you can speak japanese.

AND NOW FOR THE COMMONWEALTH ESSAY:

The Long Way Home

Don’t you want to go home? Don’t you want to be home?

Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes

Nonononononononononono

Why?

You’ll stay out late (how late?) chat with the kopitiam vendor until the wee hours of the morning, you laugh loudly in the empty park with only your shadow for company.
Behind you, around the corner, 5 blocks away, is your house?

Is it your home?

Go home…

Go home…

Take the shortcut through the void deck, go home…

-
Slowly, the white screen blurs into focus, starting with the blinking vertical line in the small rectangular box, to the small white arrowhead the size of a pea. You tighten your grip on the mouse, watching the screen intently as the arrowhead quivers from one button, to the other.
Take the straight trip, you hear your family cry in your ears, don’t stop over!

Detour, stop over, do something, anything, to delay it, an obnoxious voice screams in your brain, delay the inevitable!

You carelessly brush off the saline droplets from your keyboard. The last things you ever heard from your family rings in your ears, “You can’t go, we don’t have the money, we need you.” The envelope of carefully saved cash crumples in your hand, like it did on that night, in your jacket pocket. You had rushed out of that government flat with the urge to escape from that pathetic little red dot on the map and travel somewhere with more opportunities. You never heard the hushed sobs coming from behind the tightly drawn curtains.

Your finger comes down harder than it needs to and the transaction is complete.

The passport goes in last, you need to take it out later when you reach the airport so it stays at the top, pressed against the plastic zip with bundles of clothes lining the bottom. You will check in early, you think.

You are finally going home.
-
It’s just you and him, slurping cup noodles just outside the Cheers convenience store. It was his idea, you think, all his idea.

He pauses in shoveling noodles in his mouth to throw you a spiteful smirk. You attempt to growl at him but it comes out as a gurgle. He laughs and noodle residue and bits of preserved chicken fly everywhere, onto the pavement, his clothes and you.

You wipe it off, grimacing. The cheap watch you purchased for yourself four years ago ticks slowly, the numbers and hands reaching out to you in the dark as they whizz past. It is 1.43 am.
“Hey,” his voice is serious. It breaks you out of you reverie. “You going home tonight?”
“Maybe,” you reply. You are sweaty and grimy and in desperate need of a shower.

“Don’t.” He says, handing you a can. You watch, transfixed, as the droplets of condensation slip down the side, over the words of the brand. Reaching forward, your hands shake as you grasp the can, just lifting the tab is a strenuous action.

But the alcohol slips down your throat and burns a petty way through your gullet. The bubbles continue to form even as it hits your stomach. They gurgle continuously like a warning, a premonition, you brush it off, it means nothing to you. The first can is gone and he’s already holding up a 6-pack, waving it enticingly in front of you. Both your cup noodles have long been discarded. You can already see the flush spreading across his face.

“This is illegal,” you mutter darkly, the tresses of inebriety already invading your body.

“’S fine. Just…” he pauses, taking a long sip to fill in the silence. “Don’t go home tonight.”
“I have to, or my mom will scream again.”

“Then go home with me, but don’t get there,” he takes another long swig, you see two of him after your fourth can. It’s amazing what makes perfect sense when one is completely doped. “So you can say you were going home, but you never got there until…”

“Laaattee…laaaate…” your words are slurring, is this what drunkenness feels like?

“No, early, you got home really early…in the morning!” He throws his arms out wide, spilling beer everywhere. Then he speaks softly, as if sharing a secret with you that no one else knows, “But don’t say the last part out loooudd…”

“How’re we going to get home,” you ask, not really searching for an answer, but a means to keep conscious. “No public transport liao.”

“Who said we’re getting home? I said we’re going home, remember?” He laughs out loud, a drunken fool in the bane of his youthful existence, you cannot help but laugh with him, if only out of lunacy.

You never did get home in the end…
-
Just one more round, you think. One more round…

“Please stand behind the yellow line.” Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep

One more round…

The next one comes and like a cork, the doors slip open and the passengers spill out, bubbles from a champagne bottle. A toast, you raise a hand clenched as if daintily grasping a cup, to me. You down the imaginary liquor; the incessant beeping and clanging of metal against metal serve to fortify your delusion, drowning out your sorrow in the rush hour.

One more round…

“Qing wen, zen yang qu wu jie lu?” A young couple approaches you tentively, discerning you to be a more educated youngster, a more courteous student clad in your pristine white uniform than the Ah Sohs and Ah Lians trouncing around in slippers and gaudy clothing.

You do not answer, the very language sinks its fangs into your brain. Reality, as the poison, seeps into your mind and reminds you of the flat sheet of paper doused in red ink that sits quietly in your school bag next to you. As if struck by a bout of seizures, you scream in agony kicking the branded bag away from you, as if it was filled with a bomb and bend over to shield yourself from the blast that never comes.
It is, you wail mournfully, it is.

When you finally look up, the couple is gone, the station is empty. The bag lies forlornly at the exact place you kicked it to. The bloody electronic voice is silent and the train does not come.

One more round?

-

As a child you are naïve and innocent, but you are also tricky and sly. Holding no regard whatsoever about other people’s feelings, with the only goal to annoy and create mischief. If only for the brief moment of entertainment.

School is over, the bell has rung. You have learnt over time that the loud tolling of the bell doesn’t only mean that someone has died or is getting married or that it’s prayer time or lunch time, but it is a prompt. It has become your prompt to sneak away discreetly and make your own way home. You will dodge the cars and parents and turn a deaf ear on those voices calling out to you, searching frantically for the barest trace of your existence.

You sometimes pretend you’re a spy, or even a criminal, a fugitive escaping the dirty clutches of the law. There is a gleam in your eyes as you climb over the metal back gate of the school. You climb to the very top and savor the wind and the muffled horning of impatient parents out front, cars cramming the roads, plugging up the arteries of the network.

You jump down; severing all bonds from the prison they call an educational institution and pick up your school bag from the gravel road. The road connected to the back gate is rarely used and even rarely known. It is inconvenient and inaccessible and even if you never knew what those words meant at the time, you still felt the general feeling.

Freedom.

With the road stretching far and wide in front of you, the end nowhere to be seen, we can only dream of such a road. All roads lead to home, you were once told, but this…

This beautiful pathway to another lockdown zone where you were constantly told, ‘Don’t touch this!’, ‘Don’t bother me!’, ‘Go away!’ and the like with furrowed brows and irritated faces would likely be paved with adventures that would keep you awake for hours on end later when you were tucked snug in your bed.

Here, you are a traveler, you are your own ruler, you control your fate. Just one foot, in front of the other, one foot in front of the other…

Home is such a long way away, but it will always be there, won’t it?

Yes, it will, you state firmly. Now concentrate, one foot, in front of the other, one foot in front of the other…

Just take the long way home, you’re not in a rush…

No, you most certainly are not.

End.

WELL WASN'T THAT AWESOME.

Yes, anyway, last, last thursday or something, we had cheese tasting and during recess Jean broke her glasses.

I thought it was funny.

Anyway, feeling utterly bored, i scribbled down the thing in narrative in my jotter book. I'm not reposting it here cause it's too long and boring and tedious. Maybe when my brain is working again I'll make it better. Haha, it looks like primary 5 work.

Instead, I'll give you guys a little poem. I might modify it for a competition:

Last night someone told me
'I wish I was a robot'
In little pixelated letters
That flew together the moment her finger
Injected meaning into their lives
I wondered what kind
Specifically, she wanted to be
Being specific is important
But maybe that's why...
I thought, as a toaster, there wouldn't be much
To be a product is already what we are
As lumps of metal is a little...
To have a personality
Could be what she wishes to shed
And I thought
If your head were a squarebox
With a pigtail trailing from your controlbox
Your brainchips might get shortcircuited
If you wash your hair
If it's immortality you're aiming for
I'd prefer to be a clock
Becaue eternity is timless.

End?

HA. HA. HA. Jelly, I'm looking at YOU. Strange robot wish thing.

The hell...

Oh btw, this is called RETRIBUTION. It's cause you got Jean to help you STEAL my POEM and pass it up to the teacher.

SHIT MAN.

Oh right I haven't mentioned, today we were told to choose two quotes we liked, we could swap and exchange fro 5 min until we got the ones we wanted and then after that we had to do this writing assignment. Of 150 words. D: Poems, songs etc. were allowed as long as it was 150 words.

I had the quotes, 'We will never surrender.' and 'Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.' Naturally, I chose the one with more potential. And then...

I was deciding on ArthurxLudwig (Total sadistic but entirely crackish since it's somewhat S&M) or AlfredxArthur. (BEAR IN MIND THESE NAMES BEAR NO RELATIONSHIP TO THE ACTUAL COUNTRIES)

There was really no contest.

I was however, very peeved since my OTPs are Ivan/Yao, Arthur/Kiku, Antonio/Lovino etc.

Yes, so I had to grit my teeth and write some crap paragraph about the American-British rebellion. I don't know crap about it.

So I wrote based on the fact that England was winning (until America managed to turn the tables at the alst minute) Yus.

Then I finished my paragraph. My friend, Cari actually did a song. o.O Right, a song, and to skimp out mroe words she repeated the chorus a few times. Haha, cheat.

Yeah anyhoo, after I finished, I wanted to prove to my friend who said that 'Writing 150 word poem is too hard!' or 'It takes to long' to that effect that it was really easy to write a 150 word ++ poem. In fact it's harder to cut it down to less than 150 words.

So I crapped out an even more obvious Alfred/Arthur poem. D: (In 13min or so)

In pencil.

Then I showed it to my friend who told me to hand it up and my teacher wanted me to copy it out onto another sheet of paper in pen using the last ten minutes.

D: D: D: D: D:

I refused of course, I mean, my first betrayal to my OTP must be recorded down HERE. And all gay things eventually end up HERE. Or FF.net.

I don't use livejournal very often.

Anyway, GAY THINGS GO HERE. CENSORED THINGS GO TO SCHOOL.

THEY ARE SEGREGATED. THEY ARE HAPPY.

Right, thank goodness I suck at writing gay shit. At least I didn't make Alfred kiss Aruthur. I did make them do a forehead bump. FOREHEAD BUMP.

Hahahahahahaha...

Funny...

Anyone wouldn't get it unless I told them what it was about.

No, they wouldn't get it. I only put in one measely clue about the 'White House'. Yeah.

ALFRED FTW.

I do not support Alfred/Arthur, don't think this makes me. It doesn't. HUMPH.

D:

Damn but the fandom is sooo laarrrggeeee, think of the potential...

AARRRGHHH, OTP OR OTHER FANDOM. -rips hair out-

By the way I got a haircut. No, my fingers didn't cut them, the old lady at the hairdresser's did.

Yus, back to business at hand. Oh and Common Tests are over. Woo.

But it doesn't make much fo a difference other than the fact that I was computer deprived. Well, not really, I've been secretly using the com everyday for 15 min to check on my fandom and fanfics etc. When my mom goes out to fetch my grandparents home.

Don't tell my mom, I'd be dead quicker than a bullet could shoot me dead.

Not that I'd know how long that takes...

Okay maybe it'd take a little longer than that...

Anyway, poem- in school, crappy paragraph with tsundere Arthur- in school. Me- NOTHING.

I WANT MY POEM. I WANT TO POST IT HERE SO YOU CAN ALL FEEL TEH WRATH OF MY GAY-FILLED POEM.

Urgh.

FINE! STAY STRAIGHT! But mark my words, ya better enjoy it while ya can, cause Francis is comin for your asses. Hahaha.

Stupid things of life

My junior suckered me into covering for her for yeoman service.

IT IS OFFIICCCIIAALL..

I'm a dope.

AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Damn.

Anyway she owes me big time.

Today really did not go well for me. For one thing, I had constipation in the morning, my stomach hurt like a bitch and then later I had to flush it all out during recess...urgh.

Oh and just now, my dad came into the room saying there was this woman on the phone who wanted to show my mom some beauty products, but my mom was out. And the lady asked if my dad was my mom's son. LOL.

SON.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.

HIM.

THAT YOUNG.

LOL EITHER THEY THINK THAT MOM IS SUPER OLD OR SOMETHING OR DAD IS SUPER YOUNG. (I'll bet it's the former. Fo' Sure)

Anyhoo, the lady is coming tomorrow to give my mom this test treatment for an hour. I hope she gets kicked in the pants.

Ohhh, it can suck out all the dustmites from your mattress. 8D

Yeah sure lady, can it suck all the crap from your brain too?

Kid out.

My Brain is Malfunctioning, an improvement from earlier experiences.

I'm freezing my ass off but I don't wanna turn off the air-con cause then I would have to sweat my ass off.

Either way my ass comes off. Pretty neat huh?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

So this will be my first serious post, har har, in a long long long long long long long long time.

I have 72 posts you know? This is the 73rd.

Whee.

Anyhoo, I was surfing around and googled my blog name, two ridiculous blog names came up with reccomendations on my blog and I tried to look for the link and the exact article and one was an error and the other was like...too long to search. Dammit.

Then i found my six-two classblog. It was dead. And rotting, the flies didn't even come very often.

Right then I found the link to Grace's blog, read it, got extremely jealous that her posts are so long and yet so short and yet so friggin funny. Haha.

Then I got the link to Carolyn and then Jean's blog. Don't ask why. It's a complicated thing.

Everybody writes such friggin long posts, I feel so inadequate.

Right, that's why I'm here, I'm going to rant about the damn Love with A Cause shit.

It all started on Friday. The 13th. Spells bad to me. Actually it just spells F-R-I-D-A-Y but that in itself is like Fried Roasted I'm Doomed Already YUS.

Fufufu....

Uh, anyway getting back on track, for those who actually realised I wasn't there during assembly, I never got there. Yes, it's so hard to believe. Me, the perfect student (scoffs) missing assembly. Why? I'll tell you why.

IT'S BECAUSE ALL MY FRIGGING CLASSMATES ARE TOO BLOODY DAMN SELFISH AND THEY ALL HATE ME AND SO THEY LEFT WITHOUT ME DAMN THEM.

Yes, it is true. All of it. I was abandoned. When I awoke, I think my jacket sleeve was wet, again. (Ew, right?) And the classroom was dark. And the National Anthem started playing. Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-duuuummm.

I hate that.

So I stood there like an idiot and the prefects probably saw me, I should have just pretended to be asleep. I'm such a jackass. So I got booked.

Dammit.

But since it's my first booking I don't really care.

What next...oh right. Let's just skip to the damn Love with a Cause.

At 2.00, I asked Mr Liu whether I could pon the stupid talk in the hall and then I left to go for my stupid Dental Appointment (it was supposed to be on thursday but because I had CIP with Jar, I had to reschedule to wed, but then I fell asleep during one of the teacher's boring talks and lecture and then when I awoke I realised it was 3.35 and I forgot to go for my dental appointment and then I lost my dental slip. Shit. I rescheduled it to Fri 2pm) and ran like heck down the stairs to get to the dental nurse's place. Then when it was over, I went to class to get my bag and when I got down it was time for the photography meeting at 2.30.

We played Whacko. I still can't remember half of the people's name/faces.

Dang.

Then at 3.15 or something, we went to the bamboo courtyard and starting taking pictures of everything, that Dr William Tan guy was there already. I had the school cam with me. Then I passed it to Diana cause I had to pass my school bag to my mom, didn't wanna lug the damn heavy thing around the place for 24hours.

Got back and then had to go change because I had to run. Yes, I had to run. It's compulsory,isn't it. Or something of the sort. I still think spastic kids pwn cancer kids. I mean they're still alive right? And if cancer could be cured it would be gone a long time ago, with smallpox and all that shit.

I took the cam from Diana who was chatting on the phone to someone who would actually use it.

5 frickin dollars to wait in the hot evening sun for more than half an hour, pissed off my friends and juniors by singing gay songs. Eg. Gay Barbie Song, Jerry Springer song and they didn't like it when I sang jap songs. Lol. Screw them.

Finally got onto the damn track, ran like hell, managed to get it over with within 2 minutes. One measely round.

Changed back into pinafore, cotinued taking pictures, it was 5 around there. Encountered this damn annoying and blasted sensor that keeping squawking like some deranged bird above the toilet. Wanted to throw something at it. Didn't have anything on me and I sure as hell was not gonna throw my camera. No sir.

Stupid junior for suggesting that.

Got cornered by people when I asked them where the school cam was. I said I passed it to a senior who said she would pass it to some other senior because I had to run. Then both seniors went home and I had no idea where the cam was. Got scolded by the teacher and my seniors. Damn it.

I searched high and fricin low for the thing, almost wanted to make an announcement. Found out that Diana had it all along, in this little patch of field near the tracks. I wanted to strangle her. I should have.

Went out with junior to eat Macs, ignored stupid conscience that told me to contribute to the bloody charity and buy the damn stale and overpriced food offered. I had fun annoying my poor junior (church-friend) along the way. She was being overly-paranoid in Macs, said something about her mother totally going to kill her when she found out she was in Macs. She was banned from it apparently. I gave her an excuse: Nachos and Ice cream are suitable for dinner.

Ufufu.

Anyway, got back to school at 7.30, junior went to bathe, I took more pictures. Slacked off in the netball courts, lay on the ground, took lame pictures of the lamp posts, made small talk with LTC members. Went all pedo on this little boy's ass by taking stalker pics of him.

Hee.

Took lots of pictures of the guy on the handbike. (You evoke no sympathy from me DWT, hey that rhymed! <-epic fail)

Got totally bored with hanging out at the netball courts and went back in around 9.

Went to the canteen to help pack up stuff in the Co-op, they had vending machines which sold apple juice for 70 cents and the benches were lined up and a piano and the co-op had air-con. Sweet, eh?

Lay on the benches totally slacking off, then played a little piano, got bowed over by Xy's awesomeness and scoffed at Yuan han's easily impressed mind, went into the co-op to help count bermudas. I should get some of those. Left at 9.20.

Hung out near the t-shirts, books, sundew stand. Took stupid pictures of friends, pissed off some of them. Around 10-11 I went out to take pics fo the Indian dances and normal dance performances.

Sat around the t-shirt stand and told gay jokes to a guy friend of Mon's.

Poor Mon's friend.

Whatever his name is, creepy stalker guy thing.

Then I went to bathe at 11.11 around there. Got backa t 11.40. Stayed until midnight then went to bed cause that's my sleeping time. Took 10 bloody minutes to adjust my things and then finally, FINALLY, went to sleep. Slept until 5.55. Took a whole other long time to pack up and wash up then went downstairs with sketchbook. Took some pics of the sunrise and DWT and of friends. Sat down and copied out two pictures (i put them together) this random girl and DWT and someone in his carriage thing. It looked crappy. Halfway through, I went to the canteen for brekafast.

Had prata, lost my pen, found my pen, went back to Bamboo Courtyard.

Sat around and finished drawing crappy drawing. Took some lame pics of friends, got chased around after pissing them off. Went home at 9am. Took a shower, slept until 10.40. Got up and practised piano, went for piano lessons at 11.15. Finished at 12.15. Had Macs, again, at 12.40. Stuck in a traffic jam and got super late.

Reached school at 1.40. 40 mintues late.

Saw Grace Lee again, whee. Sat around and told gay jokes to her.

Everyone began to pack up. Took more pictures. Sat around with Min and LC and then got up to go buy some apple juice with LC. Both of them owe me 70 cents each. Stepped in some vomit on the way to the canteen. Got super pissed off. It was DIS-GUST-TING. Took pics of last few rounds, that MP is heavy isn't she? How can DWT pull that tall, thin person around?

Urgh.

Gives me the shivers somehow.

Anyway, the last round and they popped some popper thingys. DWT made some bullcrap speech, used our school's motto in his speech, bullcrapped some more, principal was smiling the whole time, pfftthhsdjefjew.

People presented winning drawings of the art competition to DWT, he pretended to look surprised. 'Oh wow!' he said. Oh wow my ass.

My drawing wasn't in there, I plan to shove it in Jia Xuan's face so her eyes bleed with its ugliness. I cut DWT's body in half (it looks shorter without the torso) and cut away 30 years from his age and added 20 kg to his weight.

There's a fine fugly picture of him.

Ditched the scene at 4.05pm

Drove to Yama's house and waited in the car for at least 20 mins. Copied out the pedo pic of the little boy in the netball courts of the night before.

Went to pick up aunty. Dropped her off at her house.

Went home.

Bathed, watched Phineas and Ferb (haha, Grace's parallel) lazed around, used the computer until 2am.

Whee.

SHOULD I BE HIGH?

Screw love, forget the cause.

NO, NO, WAIT. IT SHOULD BE:

Screw the love, I have money!

Nono,

Screw the money, I have love!

Kid out.