CLEANING UP MAH ROOM

I did my annual cleaning-up-my-room this morning, and threw away three years worth of textbooks and papers. 

 

After the first hour I had to change into a singlet so I could work faster without feeling really sweaty. There were textbooks, papers, sketchbooks, stationery, workbooks and loads more of junk on the bedroom floor, with only a small path for me to walk from the door to my bed (lol, bed jungle).

I was halfway through my sketchbook coming up with stupid ideas for my story when all of a sudden, I have the urge to make some clay art. So I came downstairs, made a few sphere models, and took them back up to wire some holes into them.

Then I thought of the loads of art material I bought back from Mid Valley yesterday, and remembered I haven’t used a small black box under my bed. So I arranged myself a mini Arts & Crafts Box! Lol, it felt like I was five again  :D.

Then that led to repacking my Refill Box (it’s just a box full of stationery refills). Then I had to put all my glowing sticks into ANOTHER box, which means I had to put my markers (which were originally in that box) into an even bigger box, and after that I tried pulling out my Time Capsule box to rearrange that as well, but all the mountain pile of books were in the way. So there goes me tidying up my room.
Some chain reaction. =A=”’

So anyway, I dealt with my three years worth of textbooks first, which was separated into two piles, since a junior of mine will be coming over next week so she could take the books she want. Those books would be the first pile. which is two years worth. The second pile would be all my workbooks and the textbooks the junior wouldn’t need, which is although a year worth but still taller than the other pile. I put them next to my bed and went on to the school papers.

Damn, there were so many of them around the room! On the chair, at the table, by the pillows of my bed, and most of them on the floor previously hidden my the textbooks. And would you believe that I never threw most of them away for three years straight? So I separated them all into three piles. The first pile would be printed on both sides, and the second pile would be printed on single side, and I could use some more papers to doodle on. Meanwhile, the third and least pile was just interesting doodles and articles, since it is quite rare to find interesting things among school work, haha. Of couse I’m going to send all of the first pile to the recycle center.

It took me triple the hours to arrange them compared to the textbooks, and there’s still two unarranged mountains left of papers, one by the table and one in a column of the Studies book shelf. But my mind was all like, it’s so boring sorting them out already. So I did my last sorting by the study table and ignored the ones in the bookshelves. I put my recycle pile of papers next to the book piles, and from a distance they look like an unnecessary set of stairs leading to my bed, lol.

I wiped away the dust in the darkest corners of my room, did a little more rearranging on my study table, and then washed my hands. Ewww, the soap went all black when I applied it. Then after clearing the Sudokus and other junk from my bed, I thought I was done and finally came back downstairs to Tumblr.
Halfway typing through this, I suddenly realized, I FORGOT TO REARRANGE MY TIME CAPSULE.

Ah, screw that, I’m beat now. I’ll do it on Christmas morning or something. For now I just want some time with my Tumblr.

TUMBLRING!!!

OMGOMGOMG

 

I'M SOOOOOO ADDICTED TO TUMBLR NOW

 

MIGHT NOT POST ANYTHING HERE FOR A FEW DAYS

 

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Vampire Blakaka.

Forgot to mention my next weirdest dream to anyone today, so Imma blogging again. So yeah, I've been dreaming a hell lot of weird dreams lately. This dream is one of those dream where I hope mom would never know about this, because it's just plain freaky and I hope it will NEVER EVER HAPPEN.

 

So this is one of the rare times that I remember a continuous line of events. My family of three was being chased by some hot, sexy vampire who wanted us dead or something like that, so we tried to lose ourselves among the crowd in a nearby shopping mall. Then my parents got onto the lift while I had to go another way. 

 

Then that vampire caught up on us!!! And then...God, how do I explain this...the lift is made of glass, so I could see mom and dad in there. When the lift started to go upwards, it's like separating layers.Dad stayed down at the ground while mom was going up. Suddenly she jumped off the lift somehow to one of the floors, and then another vampire went and attacked her from the back!
 
Somehow I managed to watch the scene, maybe from a third person's view. When mom fought back, it turns out SHE was a vampire as well and she broke the other vampire into pieces! Like she was made of porcelain or something, GUH.
 
So that's all I remember. Gotta go now.

FINAL DAY OF PMR

Dude, I still have JUECs after this one, damn. But for now, I'll celebrate xD!!! Happy no-more-PMR day!!! Damn, if I were in the mood I'd have even arranged a hangout, except that I didn't. Aw, too bad, but I need to sleep too, damn you. 

 

So yeah, I didn't study for chinese today, and HELL, I actually wrote a freaking STORY for my essay, which usually gets me helluva really low marks, because this is CHINESE. Not english. And me writing stories in chinese is no different from Google Translate. You have no idea, people who do not know chinese at all. I wrote like, 700 characters when the sheet only requested for 220. And let me tell you, 700 is a fucking LOT. It's a miracle I even finished that shit before the time was up! Because my other essay in a different section was like, 500, which is just as much. I could imagine the teacher's expression once she opens my answer sheet. Eyes wide, jaw dropped. Faint. I get a bonus, hell yeah! (Will never happen).

  

The more surprising thing is, I actually used chinese idioms (aka 成语) in there. More than one, I might add. Usually I would just write some random shitty story and be done with it, but wow, PMR must have been stressful to me, because I frikkin' used IDIOMS. The overlong story is usual for me, but the idioms is just out of my character now. GUH. 

 

Then the objective...some are easy, some are plain DIFFICULT, so I'm neutral. But most had said that it was hard when we finally got out of the exam field. Come to think of it, there wasn't even one person cheering that PMR is over and we should totally celebrate together somehow before they go on their own big hangout. Gawd, Jr3 is stressing. 

 

Oh, and I saw my friend Gillian mention on Facebook that our years' PMR was so challenging, it actually got out in the papers! Are you kidding me, it's about time they test us for real! What with all those bullshit questions, but I must say...WHY START WITH OUR YEAR, YOU FUCKING BASTARDS?!?! Can't you torture the juniors instead during 2012? Jesus Christ, is it because you're cancelling PMRs in 2016, and want to make these last years unforgettable or something? BULLSHIT. 

 

That also reminds me that in my year, our UPSRs are also so confusing I saw the media talking about it on television the few days next. And I was like, so is this a huge bonus for us Malaysian kids or something? That would be awesome. I got 5As out of 7 for that, but it wasn't a good thing for me because nearly half of my class got FULL As. Then because of our recent fandom of the Death Note that time, they mimicked L's two-finger pose on their certificates during their 7A photoshoot, LAWL. 

 

Since PMRs stop at 2016, that kinda reminds me that this is a good thing for people born in 2000. But then again, people who are born after 2000 are all illogical and stupid. And rebellious too, I might add. But I doubt that, since our midgets in school are from 1997, and they're awfully noisy enough. But I can't say that I hate everyone more than 6 months younger than me (that's plain age-ist); there's my cousin Ivan born in uh, 2004 (takes me a while to do math, excuse me for now). There's also Crystal and Kristen, born in 1998. They're pretty awesome in the cartoonist club, but I hope not to see their true faces. Oh and that reminds me. Kristen's class has a hell lot of guys framing themselves as gays, so when you go into their classroom, it's practically like a gay pub in there. I'd nosebleed too, if it weren't for the fact they're MIDGETS. 

 

Okay, that looks like a hell lot for today, even though I think I'm not done ranting. Ciao for now. Hope JUECs would be easy on us.

DAY FOUR OF PMR

Acutally I'm typing this 5 in the morning. I have never felt more tired yesterday!!!

 

From the top. Maths was, like I said, peanut. It's so easy people would cry if they didn't get full marks. I did. I wronged two questions in the objective part. Subjective was later also easy, and thank Saomozenth I checked, or I would have made a hell lot of mistakes. Then I came out early, so I went to the library with Kitty after I ran into her by the shade near C block. Then we also ran into Z just outside the library, so we went in together and studied...okay, more like talked. Michelie was inside there too. So I wasted about half an hour or more talking about inappropriate stuff in the library. 

 

To concentrate on studying, I left the library and went to the shade by the kindergarten and hostel to join my gang of friends. So I studied as much as shit, then went back up about an hour before the exams started. When I was going up the stairs by that shade, I saw some familiar guy playing basketball. I'll get back to this later. 

 

Then KH...I could die. No, wait, I'm dying already. I knew it, I'm not gonna survive this week! Dx!!! I swear to God, I'm so screwed on this subject, more screwed than Sejarah.Which is actually something. UGH. DIEDIEDIE. Then I came out early again, because I couldn't bear the pressure weighing on me, then spent time at the library again. I felt to tired then. 

 

After that I kinda slept immediately at home from 4pm to 2am, which is like 10 hours. Mom did wake me up for dinner during half past seven, but I just went back to sleep again. I never studied for chinese, because I kinda forgot what the hell they're gonna ask in the papers xP. I'm sure it's easy peasy, since it's PMR and the government is racist.

 

Okay, back to that basketball guy. Somehow I can tell if he's CD even without glasses, even though I was still wearing it at that time. I felt like a stalker later after that, ugh.When does this all STOP?!?! I could kill myself just thinking about it. GUH.
 
Alright, see you again tonight. This day better be over with as soon as possible.

I Don't Give a DAMN + Cod fish with BrunettePhobia

I Don't Give A Damn...

...Because KH is logic, chinese is peanut and math is peanut. 

 

I have the strongest urge to make this gal say it for real in GIF while swinging her smoke around.

 

What?! My three-day break is over already?! Unfair!!! Now I have to start studying again. Neh, maybe later. For now I just don't wanna give a damn. 

 

I haven't inked something since FOREVER. So this is a little something to lift my spirits. I liked how she turned out, I don't think I wanna color her at all xD. I think I'll only start studying in the noon or something, or pull an all-nighter instead if I'm just lazy again. For now I just wanna playyy...

 

Oh, and I had the weirdest dream last night. This time as in illogical weird. 

 

First scene was in my classroom. I have no idea how it happened, but suddenly every one of my classmates start screaming about CD coming to confess to me and shit. Before this scene I remember taking a glimpse of him, but now I was like, OHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT he's gonna GET ME!!! What the hell do I do, I wanna jump out the window SO BAD! Then one of my friends told me he was already outside. But he wasn't there. I was looking around....

 

And that somehow winded up in another shopping mall maze, this time a little darker and set underground. This is my fevorite scene. My friends and I were on a treasure hunt to win some sort of prize, and we were like, RAIDING THE WHOLE STREET. Which was awesome, by the way. I wish I could do that in real life.

 

Then we got wounded up in a room with some sort of clown with brown hair. I remember Michelie being there. He was about to attack two brunettes when suddenly a HUGE cod fish nearly swallowed that clown's head whole from the back. I'm telling you, the clown's head was HUGE despite it being a midget. Then the midget clown got that fish outta its head and KOed it in no time. I think the two brunettes (both guys), Michelie and I got rid of that freaky clown later. 

 

But then, the FISH COMES BACK FOR REVENGE. Some girl in the background concluded that the clown's brown hair had given it brunettephobia, so it attacked the two guys that were with us, who were brothers that are supposed to be owners to that freaky fish, so I guess the fish was also just trying to save them previously, but now it's just gone berserk.

 

The last scene was something about the older brunette gone missing and we were about to start on another quest to save him, and THEN the younger guy admitted that he was gay for his own brother (INCEST!!!). Then the girls started to tease him with dirty jokes, like 'ever dreamed of giving him a blowjob?' EWW, then I woke up. 

 

WEIRDEST. DREAM. EVAR. Even weirder than the one with Jojo. My dream world just can't get any weirder. Dx!!! So scary!!!

DAY THREE OF PMR

Sure, why am I not seeing this coming? I'm surprised I'm still living. I AM GOING TO FAIL SEJARAH.
 

Alright, as usual I'll start from the morning. I had crammed three years of science into my head within three hours, which is considered something...but of course, it also helped that I'm English-spoken. Ok fine, so it's pretty much possible for someone like me. The objective was a little challenging on a question or two, but subjective...

 

Oh, dear Lord. 

 

This is the far most hilarious and boring exam in my life. 

 

I tried not to laugh for the first ten minutes. 

 

But Sejarah? Different  story, duh. It was um, HORRIFYING. All that studying for nothing.If I really fail, I could just kill myself. If my science gets a B, I'll kill myself too, screw the objective.
 
Anyway, in the three free hours between the two subjects, my friends and I had been staying under the shade between the kindergarten and hostel's buildings studying. Nothing eventful happened there, but it was quite peaceful from a certain perspective.
 
Back at there then, I keep thinking. All three years' worth of knowledge will be gone in three hours. That's how school life goes, I guess.
 
But if you want to refine that phrase, okay. We might find our science and geography knowledge handy in the future, but Sejarah? What's there to remember in history? The only thing we'd learn is not to repeat the mistakes in history. Other than that, not much. My country's history isn't much to be proud about. Just penjajahan, perang and perjanjian. So simple to describe.
  
Ah, gotta go now. Ciao. 

Modal Answer Parody

Based on one novel above, describe an event that makes you feel unhappy. Support your answer with evidence from the novel.

 

Modal Answer of Phantom of The Opera (by NINI)

 

In the novel 'The Phantom of The Opera' written by Gaston Leroux, the event that makes me unsatisfied is, well, EVERYTHING. What's so good about Christine Daae anyway? And oh my God, Raoul has been stalking her for what, 4 YEARS? That, my friend, is FREAKY. I thought that was bad enough, but then even my favorite character, Erik started to stalk her as well?! Is she really that pretty? I'd prefer Erik kidnapping Raoul ANY DAY. Hadn't Christine's parents ever taught her not to speak to strangers? Especially strangers whose body or FACE you never SAW. She should have changed rooms immediately on the first day she heard Erik talk to her. Yeah, that's it, that's the scene I'm unhappy with! YOU DO NOT TALK TO STRANGERS, CHRISTINE. And look how you ended up. Okay, let's ignore the fact that Raoul is a stalker here.* Without Erik you could still meet Raoul (somehow), demand him to get you a coach, get famous, and still get to stay in the beautiful country of France! But noooooo, you had to mix yourself up in all this load of DRAMA. ALL BECAUSE YOU TALKED TO A STRANGER. So there you go, the moral of Phantom of The Opera. Jesus, and you'd think children would know it already. 

 

(207 words)

 

*No, I decided that I cannot ignore that Raoul is a stalker. There you have it. 

 

Warning: Nini does not guarantee anything on anyone who writes this passage for real. Feel free to add curse words into the passage, but any consenquences that come after writing this passage will not be held responsible by author.

SECOND DAY OF PMR

Well, Geography was a...surprise, to say the least. I'll get back on that later.

 

So yeah, today is the second day of PMR, and I have made it through, although I think the thing that nearly killed me today is the boredom instead. So English was DUH, easy peasy, but I was being paranoid as usual (mood set specially for PMR week) and went to triple-check the answers. Of course, being my retarded self I just had to write some stupid comments on other wrong answers along the way, lol. 

 

Then comes the second paper, where we have to write the essay and novel thingie. I think my essay is good enough, but I also have the feeling that I messed up on the novel part where you have to write an event that made you unhappy. I was bored after I finished, so I started writing a freeload version on the blank side of the paper. People keep thinking that I really wrote that for the PMRs when I showed it to them after that. Like HELLO. One? I would never be THAT paranoid to write 200 words worth of a passage on the question paper before really writing it down on the answer sheet. Two, if I really wrote this version, I'm just kissing 10 marks goodbye. Three, when I finished writing this shit I only had like, 5 minutes left. But this is of course after I finished the REAL thing. 

 

Just for laughs? I'll submit it in the next post. xD!!!

 

Okay, so after that was FOUR HOURS of nothingness. FOUR WHOLE HOURS. However did a dull and boring girl like me get to survive through that time of no purpose? Alright, let's list it out. 

 

First hour. Went to buy some food, ate it at the 看台, then started reading Geography. It was boring, but hey, at least it's progress. My friends started coming in just because I sat there. There was Wern Shien, Jia Wei, her friend from Jr3A, Carmen, Janice, Jolyn and Sook Yuen. 

 

Second hour. It started raining. Thank Saomozenth the Jr3I (or some other low class) made a stupid decision and went back to the building earlier than they wanted. They weren't really studying, and more like fooling around screaming and uh, more screaming. The weather cooled a bit too :D. 

 

Third hour. Stopped raining for a while, and CD came by with his friends and and an iPod Dock. Not a moment too soon, it started getting hot. I sat away from that gang to get a cooler spot, and guess what? They started playing music. Well, sure, all of them are music that I liked, but excuse me, I'm studying here. It was a huge surprise none of the Double D caught them. I mean, it was so freaking LOUD. And clear too, but seriously, I can't concentrate. Especially with CD there looking over occasionally (=_=), and when I took one glimpse, just ONE glimpse at him...he was breathing into someone's phone. Or at least I think it's a phone...GAWD, LEAVE ME ALONE! 

 

One hour left, and we went back to the building. Nini survived four hours of boredom. Dx!!!

 

Yeah! Geography has colored pictures! Finally, the government understands that we are still considered children and need more colors in our lives. But...21 pages...isn't that too much? I was like, what the shit. Even Michelie can read this thing without her glasses. Anyway, it was pretty easy on some parts, but there are also some that make me doubt seriously. I hate that kind of feeling. Reminds me of BM. GUH. Forget it. 

 

Okay, so tomorrow is Science, followed by three hours of moar boredom, and later Sejarah. I HAVEN'T EVEN TOUCHED MY SCIENCE TEXTBOOK. I am so dead, unless I pull an all-nighter, which I don't wanna. So Saomozenth please have mercy on me. Dx!!!

 

After submitting my parody, I'll be off to cram Science into my head then. Wish me luck...

FIRST DAY OF PMR

*Touches self, from head to toe. I'm alive. I'm alive? I'M ALIVE!!! I LIVED THROUGH THE FIRST AND UTMOST TERRIBLE DAY AND I'M ALIVE!!! Omigawd, you have no idea how upset my stomach was this morning, I keep feeling like vomiting! GUH. And I half-expected Michelie to ask for the comic too, lawl. I've drawn four more pages since she last saw it, so yes, she's pretty much excited and demands that I bring it tomorrow, which is not much of a problem, since it's only English and Geography. Besides, there's like, about two to three hours of break between those two subjects! I could've taken a train to Times Square, have an awesome lunch and still come back in time!

 

...Should I? 

 

Nah, I'd get screwed if the principal ever finds out. Or worse, the Double D. 

 

Anyway, it started raining when our Malay essay exams were done with. There was some guy outside our classroom. I didn't see who he was, since he didn't walk by, but when the teacher was collecting papers, he was suddenly yodeling. At least it sounded like that to me. It's kinda hilarious, but I had to keep myself from laughing. My seat is right in front of the teachers' desk at the inmost corner of the room. Yes, the 'yodeling' was pretty loud. 

 

Then after that, the rain got heavier. I ran into a friend of mine at the shade just outside C block, and it was really crowded in there. For a second there it really feels like everyone was queuing up going on a ride in pairs, as if it was an amusement park, lawl. I was completely SOAKED by the time I got into the van. Then the rain got lighter and heavier and lighter and heavier and disappeared completely by the time I got back home. 

 

I thought mom would be working, and dad would be upstairs online, so if I could just sneak past him and not attract too much attention, I'll be into and out of the shower in no time! I don't want him to notice because I had caught the flu recently, and I just know that today's weather had just made it worse.

 

Well, my luck ended right when I walked past the house gates. The inner door was open, and judging by the sounds of it, daddy was watching the telly downstairs. Oh, never mind, if he could just keep his mind on the television...

 

Oh, here comes mom. 'How was school?' 

 

'AH! Don't look at me!' 

 

LOL. First time I actually took those words into account. Alright, gotta type my essay now. Ciao. :D

THIS IS SPARTA!!! PMR

Weird. I don't feel sleepy. Not willing to wake up, yes, but not sleepy. 

 

Stare at ceiling. Stare at lamp. Stare at Shiro. 

 

What the hell, why am I not sleepy? 

 

Ah, PMR. What, PMR? PMR. PMR. PMR. 

 

Ugh. I wanna sleep. 

 

Set alarm to an hour later...

  

NO. NO. BAD NINI. YOU WAKE UP NOW. You better drag your sorry ass off that bed NOW and hurry up and research for some karangan NOW.

 

But...UGH...Don't want...One hour...I'm really bad at karangan...

 

NOW. 

 

Nonononononono. Shiro...Hugs...PMR PMR PMR...

 

2am. 2am alright? 

 

Neh, still don't have time. Need to shower. Then, how many hours left to study? Ah, lazy count...

 

You're not gonna sleep with your mind all fuzzy like that. It just feels so WEIRD. 

 

Buh. BUHGUHUH. 

 

WELL FINE. 

 

This is war. THIS IS WAR. THIS IS HELLUVA FREAKING WAR, YOU DAMN PIECE OF SHIT GOVERNMENT! YOU WANT A WAR!? YOU GET ONE! THIS IS WAR, ALRIGHT, THIS! IS! WAR!!!

 

*while going to shower...

 

Damn, that's the weirdest way to wake up in my whole life. Took me an hour to come to my senses. Better blog this. But anyway... THIS IS WAR, YOU HEAR ME?! THIS IS WAR!!!!

  

P.S. If you don't see me blogging in two weeks, you will know that I have died bravely and honorably on the battlefield. Farewell, my mates.

PMR DIE

Gawd, all that browsing through a single website of nothing but mangas kinda bored me out. I spent this morning studying Malay History, then over to Malay Geography...

 

Then I started to slack off, watch Rango on DVD, draw and draw and draw, a teensy weensy bit more of Geography, and BAM, here I am, right in front of my laptop again. Sigh. I will never survive next week. Dx!!! Saomozenth have mercy on me!!! I think I'm supposed to cry now, but my tears still can't come out for the moment. xP

 

GUH. Once I'm finished with this blog, DeviantArt and two yaoi mangas, I WILL MARCH BACK TO MY ROOM AND CONTINUE MY REVISION. 

 

This is sooo not helping. I'm so dead. *bangs head on table

Hell lot of MANGA LINKS.

Man, it's been helluva while since I shared some yaoi manga links. =3=... Alrighty, so here are some recommendations. I dunno if I'm repeating, but who cares, they're really good anyways :D~ Oh, and just move your mouse over to the titles, it's linked to the comic.

  

Lovers Doll - A sweet and cute story with awesome climax. Shimeji is really really CUTE!!! The story would seem a little bit shorter compared to others, but it's a good story nonetheless. I declare it Manga of the Month!!! xD!!!

  

You Will Fall In Love - Also has great climax (as in plot kind of climax, not the perverted kind). It also has a sequel, You Will Drown In Love, which is also pretty okay for me. Cheh, I only like this manga for Reiichirou's hair anyway, lol . And of course, the little humor about the hakamas in the end of the first volume.

 

And if you're really bored, as in really really bored, this is a freakin' LONG series of yaoi manga... Love Mode. It has 11 volumes, and the artist's style of drawing chins kinda freaks me out, but I'm sure readers can get used to it after a while. The plot isn't so bad either, except a little too fairy-taleish in some parts.  i repeat, only when you're super-uber BORED.

 

A series of one shots, starting with this one Aimai Na Kankei, it is pretty cool, but of course, there's a hell lot of H in there, so if you wanna protect your virgin eyes you better hell NOT click the link! Bu then again, almost every yaoi manga has H scenes. Oh, and the sequels are written in the summary, by the way, in case you missed it. 

 

Love Hustler is sort of an adventurous story about treasure-hunting and all that crap. It has a little humor in some parts, but it's not all that good. I only liked the birds and that male character with goggles (I forgot his name because it's been a while since I read that comic and hell would freeze if I bothered to browse through all that just to find out). Just...you know, just read if you're really, really bored.But of course, not as bored as Love Mode bored. I'm telling you, it took me MONTHS to finish that thing! Dx!!!

 

Loveholic - Quite a nice story to go. Cute and obvious denial from uke, sure, that's kinda gross for me, but the plot makes up for it. The third or fourth volume about the seme's past is kinda' sad, though. :( ...Kinda sweet if you ignored all that.

 

I am so not gonna type the title of this manga, because the romaji is simply too long, and it has no proper translation on the page!!! Heck, I'm too lazy to copy and paste too, but it's still one click away anyway. The extra chapter is kinda' amusing. Lol.

 

The most seme-hilarious yaoi manga I've ever seen, Virgin Star. Relax, it's not as perverted as it sounds...not until the other couples' scenes come in anyway...okay, you gotta ignore that. Just click it.

  

This manga took me forever to find. Heck, I recommended so many before this one just because I clicked link after link trying to FIND THIS PIECE OF SHIT. But it's a good piece of shit, nonetheless. Uso to Kiss is the only incest manga I liked so far, and it's a tad bit complicated due to their mother being a whore and all, but it's good for me nonetheless. I FINALLY FOUND IT!!! You have no idea how RELIEVED I felt when I first laid eyes on that page! Dx!!!

 

...Wow, that's a lot of manga I put on my blog today. Ehehe. 

 

Alright, I gotta rant about PMRs later. That's more than enough for one day.I can't believe I keep slacking off on the EVE of this important but not-so-important event! CIAO NOW.

 

OK, OK, ONE MORE. JUST ONE MORE. Ousama game is not really that good a manga, but I like the design in it (it's fantasy-themed). I'm putting the link here just for future reference. Done for real now. 

Dreams ain't Bullshit, Sweeties.

Dreams do come true!!! I'm going to go all fangirl for a moment, so if you'll excuse me. 

So I haven't been seeing CD for the last few days, and I was starting to miss him. Then yesterday I was like wondering, if I could just dream of his face once, I'd be happy enough and can go for another week without him. Then this morning in the van, I suddenly remembered last night's dream. There was a maze-like shopping mall, and then I was running after a classmate of his, and suddenly there he was, just outside of the mall. 

 

Today we had a PMR speech during the junior's recess hour. I saw him. :D 

 

Lol, this is the first time that I actually feel happy about seeing him again. Don't any of you dare link this post to him, or I'll hunt you down and pull out your organs. FRESH. 

 

So anyway, I browsed through a little more of the Dream Dictionary of frequent stuff I dream about... school. 

 

To dream that you are in school indicates that you sill harbor unsettled feelings and emotions about your youth. You may feel insufficient and unable to perform a task to the best of your ability. You may be experiencing some sort of divine revelation.

If you are still in school and you dream about school, then this can simply be a reflection of your experiences. In addition, a dream that takes place in school may represent morals that you have been taught throughout your life.

High school represents a turning point in life. It is a time when one meets lifetime friends, commits silly mistakes, and shared hopes and dreams. A mixture of emotions, expectations, and memories gushes out from the thought of high school.

To dream about high school refers to lessons learned and preparations made for life.

Dreaming of high school likewise brings to mind your parents' expectations from you. To fail high school indicates doubt in your abilities or accomplishments in your life, based on previous failure or insecurities you had in high school.

To dream that you have a crush on somebody mirrors the same fondness and physical attraction you have for a particular person in your waking life. To get a glimpse of your crush in your dream suggests your preoccupation and lingering thoughts about him/her. You will often dream of your crush if you thought of him/her or experienced a significant encounter with that person during the day.

To dream that your crush does not harbor mutual feelings for you indicates that you are unaware of how your crush actually feels about you. You are unsure if your crush likes you or not.

Okay, so the last two paragraphs are about crushes. But I never had a dream similar to the last paragraph though; in fact it's the opposite. Shopping mall again, with CD dragging me everywhere and stuff, lmao. I'm not gonna say any more for now, and it's like, 15 minutes to midnight. Haha. CIAO.

Size 4 and 14

I have no idea why size 4s are so attractive. They're skinny as sticks. If anyone had sex with them, they'd just snap in two. I'm talking about this because ever since someone pointed it out a year or so ago, there are just far too many size 4 models shown on the cover of every magazine. It's always single digit. There was even a point where the people actually started requesting for models with a little more meat and curves, and the magazine actually are willing to oblige to them. Well, that was when I first learned that size doesn't matter, but anyway.

 

I was bored just now and started Googling random stuff, and I compared size 4 to size 14. I'm not being self-pitying, since I'm a size 12 or 14 myself, but plus size models look much better compared to the skinny peeps. 

 

And I also found this model Emme Aronson, who has a beautiful confidence I'm starting to develop since a while ago after reading that article which link I had posted up here. Now I have another article to share about Emme, and it's really awesome. 

 

About that 'confidence' thing. It's not much really. All I have to do is stop worrying how fat I am, how should I choose my food and how people think of me. Look here, I have plenty of friends in high school, and they didn't stop talking to me just because I'm a little bigger than them. Sure, they tease me about my weight once in a while, but it wasn't that serious. 

 

I started eating without worrying, although things had changed a little. Mom stopped refilling the fridge with soft drinks because dad and I kept devouring them (muahaha!!!). Now the fridge is pretty much empty save for the occasional cake and ice-cream, which most of them I don't like because of their flavors. There's also chocolates on the dining table, but hey, a girl's gotta change her appetite once in a while, right? I swear, the food supply in my house is simply dull. 

 

So yeah, I'm going to do something about my fridge supply. And keep on being a fat but optimistic gal. :D

Weirdest Joe Dream

After a fucking stupid and outrageous dream last night, I decided that this cannot wait. I must find out what they mean, and what Saomozenth is trying to tell me. I am now typing my latest dream out while searching online Dream Dictionaries what my two recent dreams mean. First I'll solve Joe's loan. 
 

Lending - to dream that you are lending money signifies your responsibilities to those around you. Alternatively, it highlights the importance of your support system.

 

Dream sequence from last night. 

 

Before the crystal-clear scenes, I remember dancing with a skinny girl in my bedroom, running away from some knight or husband with my role as Rapunzel, and suddenly I turned into the wife of an Archbishop that was fated to bring the kingdom down, even though all I saw was a shopping mall. AGAIN.

 

So there were a few friends and Joe again, and I don’t know why, but he was feigning death in front of the cashier in a store selling fake flowers. That scene somehow involved another girl who was openly flirting with him, and somehow I got dragged into their shenanigans. I remember Joe kissing someone or being kissed by that said someone.

 

Next scene, which wasn’t far from the previous one, we (a bunch of other friends included. I think I saw Kitty) were in some local grocery store chatting up when suddenly we were attacked. There were people that looked like shark loans about to come in, but I shut the doors in time, the kind that is chain-like and slides sideways. But they used their machetes and broke in anyway, so my friends started to battle with them. I was panicking, and I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, there was an explosion caused by the enemy (or a friend that I think betrayed us), and I fainted or something.

 

Then I woke up in enemy ground, but not in jail or anything, it’s just like any other bedroom, no locks, no bars. In fact, it looked like it could be a perfect picture of lomography. Suddenly, Joe dragged me out of there, and when people were approaching, he told me to kiss him on the cheek (BLEK). I CAN’T believe I did it. My lips felt like acid when I did that. I can still feel it right now Dx!!! But anyway, after that he took me downstairs to another room, and locked the door. I heard people whispering as they walked past, and I daren’t move or they’ll hear me. I think Joe went to the toilet or something after that, and suddenly a child was calling out for me, and I just stared at the door in horror.

 

The door started to close in on me in my vision, and I think I was about to burst into tears…WHEN I woke up to my alarm, I was like, traumatized, or something similar of the sort. 

 

Solving the riddles of this dream. 

 

Chase - To dream that you are being chased indicates that you are steering clear of a circumstance that you feel cannot be overcome. This is generally a metaphor for a kind of insecurity.  
  

Mall - To dream that you are at the mall implies that you are trying to create a favorable impression for somebody. The mall is also represents that you covet and the desire to acquire what your peers own. 

 

Store - To dream of a grocery or convenience store implies that you are feeling great pressure and stress with your personal thoughts and decisions. It may also mean that you are searching for alternative paths and choices.

 

Attack - To dream that you are being attacked indicates that someone is criticizing your integrity, and you feel that you must stand up and preserve your good reputation. Some issue in your life is overwhelming you and you feel powerless to stop it. Perhaps you are being challenged with a very extreme and drastic alteration and you are being forced to make a hard decision.

  

Battle - A dream in which you see or participate in a battle is a sign that you are working too hard. You should take some time off. It's also an indication of a clash between your levelheaded thoughts and impetuous acts. The battle can also indicate sexuality, and that you are too aroused or might be restraining your desires.

 

Explosions - To dream about explosions represents a loss or something negative in business. You could also be burying feelings, especially deep anger, that should be dealt with before they destroy aspects of your life.

 

Rescue - To dream that you are being rescued or you are rescuing others signifies an effort to express feelings which you previously suppressed. You are exerting effort in the expression of these neglected emotions.

 

Kiss - If you are kissing someone on the cheek or someone is kissing you on the cheek, then it signifies admiration, courtesy, reverence, friendship or respect.

 

Friend - To dream about your childhood friend indicates that you will stumble back into behaviors from an early and more carefree time. You could be feeling too much pressure and wishing to go back to a time when things were easier. Think about how you got along with this friend, the dynamics of the friendship, and what you learned through that friendship. This dream may also be indicating that you are acting immaturely.

 

Corner - To dream that you are in a corner indicates that you feel unable to manage the different aspects of your life. You are confused and unsure of what to do next. Perhaps you feel as if you have no options or alternatives. 

 

Closed - To dream that a door is closed symbolizes a chance or proposition that you have allowed to pass by. It can also imply fantasies or hidden thoughts regarding sex. To dream that the store is closed suggests that you are unable or unwilling to accept other opinions or perspectives. You need to be more open-minded rather. It can also symbolize shortcomings or failures.

...So far I can't merge all these info together and make a decision what the Gods are trying to tell me. 

10 dollars redemption?

A ten-dollar note was pushed into my sight on the counter at a supermarket. Confused, I lifted my head to see him trying to hide his expression through his bangs. Taking the note, I tried to return it to him. 

 

'Joe, I don't need this. Hey Joe, Joe!'  

 

He still won’t look up. 

 

‘Joe.’ 

 

I daren’t touch him. He looked guilty of something. 

 

Suddenly, I felt CD coming. 

 

And that was one part of the dream I find funny from last night. I remember somewhen before this scene I loaned ten bucks to Joe, then he returned immediately, and this one would make double the amount. And only a little before the extra loan, I was outside the supermarket (in a shopping mall) sitting alone at a table of some cafe or bakery, and I saw CD and his friends hanging out at an open bar just at the opposite, or something of the like. I didn't want to feel awkward, so I went into the supermarket to release some tension. Who knew that guy would leave the midgets and start following me. Then I ran into Joe. 

 

I suddenly sense deja vu, with the part where Joe is hiding from me with that pile of grass he'd call his hair. Maybe I had the same dream or something. Please, let this be a one-time thing. This dream is like a message that the reason Joe is not talking to me is because he feels guilty and owes me something. =A=''' Well, that's pretty much bullshit. 

 

Alright, hope nothing similar of this shit happens in school today. Nini out to get her papers marked. GAWD. 

Dolce Farmiente before Doom comes

So not looking forward to tomorrow. All my subjects are shit. I may not be a fortune teller, but I can handle my own predictions for my own life. 

  

I watched Rio today through DVD. It was damn awesome, and I kept repeating my favorite scenes after that, like the part where the birds were partying like crazy and stuff, haha. Damn, I think I have a new addiction I never thought I'd have. BIRDS. And my fantasy of going to Brazil. I am so getting rich once I get out of college and have a piece of my life in that country. 

...I have nothing much to say actually. 

 

Alright, I'll post some shitty one-shot fiction later or something, since I'm enjoying my boredom now. 
  

Oh, and an advice from the movie 'Eat Pray Love.' 

 

Dolce Farmiente... the sweetness of doing nothing. 

Zoo Exhibits in De Library

I forgot to mention this yesterday, but this incident was hilarious.

On the second last day of exams, nobody was really in the mood to study for Math, so we just slouched around in the library. But then, the kindergartens had to come to the library for some reason, so the librarian aunty asked us high schoolers to get into the studying room on the other corner of the library so the kiddies could have their space. So we did as told. 

But when they came, they were staring at us through the window like this was a zoo and we're the animals. Then some guy from Jr3A suddenly came into my view and said, 'Don't worry. I got this covered.' 

 

We went towards the window, and made an Egyptian Dance. 

 

LMAO, that really gave those kids a show xD!!! 

 

Okay, so finally we finished the last paper on our trials. Math was okay, and I nearly didn't make it, but I made a grave mistake on one of those damned questions that would cost me 4 FREAKING MARKS. Yes, to me it's a big deal. Now shaddup. 

 

Okay, now I know what to draw. I might draw SeeU or French-Ass for Kitty, but of course, it depends on my laziness tomorrow. Haha, so much Vocaloid xD~

 

So I just sketched a cool Daemon (from fiction Facade) out on my sketchpad. When I say sketch, it includes pencil shading. And it also means HELL NO, I ain't gonna ink this thing cause I spent too much time pencil-shading this shit already. So Imma keep it at that. And yeah, I got lazy at the wings part. Or more like I softly sketched the base in the background and left it at that. Then I wrote on the wings saying my mood was ruined and I'm just plain lazy. 

 

I think I'll draw Inugo's daughter, Hsane next in my sketchbook. I gotta change her hair and fix her tastes of fashion. In short, she's your average bitchy, rebellious and whiny teenager. What makes her stand out is that she's quite the coward, and is really uncomfortable about her father being an assassin. Yeah, she's pretty much a sickly bitch. Man, if my dad were an assassin, I'd have begged him to be my apprentice or something, haha. 

 

Alright, now off to drawing now. Dunno about my plans tomorrow though. I'll just go with the flow when the time comes xP. Peace!

Drawing "Last Night Good Night" On The Wall

Kitty said if I could pull this off she'd come over and see it for herself. 

  

AS IF. Look at all the stuff they had to do! Get newspapers, wear masks (I like it though xD), take a hell lot of paint, GAH. Hell no I won't do that. 

 

Unless of course, I'm super uber bored in the holidays, which will be unlikely, because I'll be spending nearly half of that time touring Beijing!!! Oh, and those plans I mentioned in the last post too. Gotta spend my last days as junior wisely, now. Haha. 

 

I think I'll try working on another A4 drawing now, this time something to do with a special landscape. Anyone inspire me now. I was thinking of hot air balloons, but that failed. I tried that a minute ago. 

 

Imma eat Korean food later!!! Yeah!

blargh one random random

3:54am. The exact same time I woke up yesterday morning. 

 

AND this morning too. 
  

But whatev, all that shit is over. Maths should be a piece of cake if I don't mess it up and did the graphs correctly. Haha, now I'm currently searching for random songs from a few years ago and also some lyrics. I have this habit of making songs into different genres whenever I feel like it, usually metal to R&B (lol, I know, impossible). Currently trying to imagine Best of You by Foo Fighters, Nini's converted version. If I haven't gave up on piano half my lifetime ago I would have played it out and post it up here or something of the like :D. But nah, when I look at others reading their music theory book like they were psyched or something, I'm glad I did. xD
 

Alright, so today I've been sleeping the whole afternoon through, so it's not much going on at my grandma's house. 

 

Then when I came onto Facebook, two of my friends were commenting what to do after the big exams, and I have some ideas already, but the thing is, I don't want to be the host Dx!!! It's so annoying, I tell you, I hate leading. 

 

Anyway, what I want to do is play in a water park, an amusement park, maybe try out some awesome outdoor games like paintball, archery and horse-riding (I'd like to rip the guts out of the guide that tucks on the reins before I get the horse all to myself, haha). Oh, and pancakes! It can't be complete without pancakes! Or we could just go on a movie marathon at a sleepover and do shit. Of course, I would continue on most of my previously discontinued projects, like the Landscapes Project and Haloville Cards (but I think I'd just throw the old ones away and start anew, because my old style is just simply UGLEH Dx). 

 

Just watched a Best of You cover, acoustic and in country genre. It's good, and a little close to my style. I think I'll post it up if I feel like it :P. 

 

Alright, now off to read some retarded comic and arrange some music and drawings. :D 

Middle-of-Exams Day.

FUCK. SHIT. WHAT THE HELL? DIE. SCREWED. 

 

Ah, first thought of the day. Don't you just love random quotes? Once again, I woke up late. THREE HOURS LATE this time. I wasted three fucking hours sleeping. Thank Saomozenth it's chinese geography today, or I'm going into my twice-a-year PMS mood (you better count yourself lucky for not getting to see my emo wrath). 
 
Okay, the objective sheet wasn't that hard, but I think I'm screwed on the subjective part. I don't I'll ever get an A on ANYTHING. God, why do I keep forgetting that the trials' marks will be recorded in our school report? I am sooooooooo dead. 
 
So tomorrow is Merge Science!!! I have no idea how you translate 普科 to English, but since it's all three sciences merged into one, I guess Merge Science good enough (Well, at least it's logical). 
 
I have been studying Chemi for three days straight instead of a proper subject, and I still haven't finished taking notes because I was taking my sweet time writing it. I think I'm going to take the midnight train tonight to Hell and ask the Devil for some advice to cheat on my exams tactics to study. Yeah. 
 
At least I didn't watch any HK drama today (because I panic-screamed at Ivan not to watch it, haha. We kept acting out our own drama instead while speaking Cantonese, LMAO).
 
Okay, after I catch up with some comic updates I'm off. Bye.

Marc Anthony

If you don't know who is Mark Anthony, perhaps a few links to his old songs would refresh your mind a little. I only did this research a few minutes ago, and I have to say... HIS NEW LOOK IS DRIVING ME NUTS! XDXDXD!!! Haha, I'm so dug into this kind of shit. I can't believe I'm saying the older version of a man is better, haha. But then again, I had the same reaction when I was browsing through Enrique Iglesias' old videos as well. Haha. 

Okay, lyrics and links. 
 

Girl my body don't lie
I'm outta my mind
Let it rain over me
I'm rising so high
Out of my mind
So let it rain over me

Ay ay ay
Let it rain over me
Ay ay ay
Let it rain over me
 
Always a new million
Voli's the new vodka
Forty is the new 30
Baby you're a rockstar
Dale veterana, que tu sabe
Mas de la cuenta, no te hagas
Teach me or better yet,
Freak me baby, yes, yes
I'm freaky, i'mma make sure that your peach feels peachy baby
No bullshit rods, I like my women sexy classy sassy
Powerful yes, they love to get the middle, nasty ow
This ain't a game you'll see, you can put the blame on me
Dale munequita ahora ahi, and let it rain over me
 
Girl my body don't lie
I'm outta my mind
Let it rain over me
I'm rising so high
Out of my mind
So let it rain over me

Ay ay ay
Let it rain over me
Ay ay ay
Let it rain over me
 
Always a new million
Always a new vodka Light is the new majority, ya tu sabe
Next step la casa blance
No hay carro, no vamo en balsa
Mami you know the drill, they will know what I got 'til they read the will
I ain't try, I ain't trying to keep it real
I'm trying to keep wealthy that's for real
Pero mira que tu estas buena, y mira que tu estas dura
Baby no me hables mas, y tiramelo mami chula
No games you'll see, you can put the blame on me
Dale munequita ahora ahi, and let it rain over me
 
Girl my body don't lie
I'm outta my mind
Let it rain over me
I'm rising so high
Out of my mind
So let it rain over me

Ay ay ay
Let it rain over me
Ay ay ay
Let it rain over me
 
Mr worldwide, Marc Anthony, tu sabe
I was playing with her, she was playing with me
Next thing you know, we were playing with three
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
I was playing with her, she was playing with me
Next thing you know, we were playing with three
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Rain over me
 
Girl my body don't lie
I'm outta my mind
Let it rain over me
I'm rising so high
Out of my mind
So let it rain over me
 
Ay ay ay
Let it rain over me
Ay ay ay
Let it rain over me

Links to Mark Anthony's old songs (they're YouTube links, just in case you're wondering). 

You Sang To Me 1999. I Need To Know 1999. 


I know right, he looks so different! xD!!! Damn I LOVE him right now.

DIE. SCREWED.

Alright, I never knew waking up an hour late would make me feel so horrified. 
  

I set my alarm at a little before 3 last night just so I could have more time studying history this morning, but guess what? Like what you see in movies, I turned off the alarm saying '5 more minutes...' to myself. In the end I multiplyed that by 12, and I get a 60. My first thought when I saw the time on my phone (that's what I use for my alarm) was...
  

DIE. SCREWED. 

 

These two words have been best friends with my brain ever since yesterday, because I keep saying these two words before and after I get out of the exam fields. Apparently Charmaine and Hui Shan didn't know the other meaning of screw, and I have heard that Kitty had taught them it is similar to the word 'having sexual intercourse' aka 'fuck'. For your information, in teenage language, it also means you are going to go through hell, with a possible chance that you might not survive. In overall, it is equivalent to the phrase 'I'm DEAD.'
   

We're fifteen already. I can't believe they don't know that. I bet the western dudes know this kind of stuff ever since they're, what, ten? 

 

Anyway, I gotta go now. Car's coming in 20, and I gotta spray the plants to 'increase humidity of air'.  
 

14 hours later, 8pm 

 

DEAD. SCREWED. 

 
Yes, same old, same old. I'm sure I'll repeat this once tomorrow comes. It's geography, by the way. It can't be that bad...but then again, it's my school's trials we're talking about. Saomozenth have mercy. 
 
Okay, I forgot to type this out earlier this morning, I have bought a sheep that snores ten times louder than anyone you've ever heard snore. Okay, maybe not you, Kitty, the snoring didn't really shake the whole house down, haha. 
 
So this morning, I kinda forgot to bring my blue pencil to school, so I had to use the other red, uncomfortable one (the soft thingie at the handle is kinda breaking, and lol, I never notice they were opposite colors until now). Then when I started filling the objective questions, only did I realize I have like, less than 1cm of lead left. I kinda panicked in silence for a minute there, but in the end everything is fine, and I got the boredom to measure it much later, to find it was actually more than 1cm. 1.2 to be exact. 
 
So yes, I had to use a pen to draw to kill time in there. For the objective questioning sheet I had used a black pen and commented retardedly on every objective answer possible (no, retardedly is not a word when you add the -ly).  Then when the teacher gave us the subjective sheets, I worried about myself using too much black ink (I'm just like that, haha) so I spammed the sheet with blue pen instead. Then I ended up drawing nicey-nice Vocaloids :D. I like drawing SeeU, because I like drawing fluffy hair xD!!!
 
Then during our trip down 7 flights of stairs, it was pure sheer coincidence (my ass == but using that word seems less pure to me for some reason) that the juniors were about to go back to their classes after their own recess hour. Of course I saw it coming, but I wasn't expecting it today. CD as usual came back from his basketball routine. I thought he'd be using the lift, but noooooooooo, he just had to parade around with the other midgets don't he? (no offense, midgets, but you juniors ARE stereotyped so).
 
Oh, and there's this rule in our exam that we have to use, one page, ONE PAGE for each subjective question. I can't believe everyone forgot about it! Well, not everyone, but some people. I even heard almost everyone in Jr3I wrote all the answers in one page as well. SCREWED, I'd tell them. SCREWED. Haha. 
 
I can't believe I studied chemistry for the whole day today instead of geography after I got home. More fun, I guess. But I never touched physics ever since what, last week? I gotta rush tomorrow. As usual. Hope I don't get distracted by the drama my cousin's watching. AGAIN (yes, I fell for the awesome HK drama 读心侦探 again today, but I must say, the main character's sister is such a BITCH). 
 
So after Ivan went for piano class (wootz, he's gonna play the piano! xD!!!), I went downstairs to watch Astro. Since neither my grandfather nor my other cousin was watching it, and we didn't subscribe the cartoon package, I just settled for Hitz channel which just plays music videos repeatedly. I was about to continue studying when Bruno Mars made his appearance with 'The Lazy Song'. My brain was like, don't fall for it. Don't fall for it. DON'T FALL FOR IT. 
 
I fell for it. I dumped my textbooks aside, took my sketchbook instead and started to draw while watching the monkeys show their boxers. =________________=
 
Today is quite eventful, I must say. And I finally have the perfect noun for juniors. MIDGETS! Of course, I'm referring especially to the guys (props to you xD). And I decided to call my other 7-year-old cousin Jack (Ivan is that cousins' real name, I just wanted to name this one Jack because I'm just too lazy to type out chinese names xP). 
 
Okay, I'm done. Midgets. Jack. DIE. SCREW. 
 

DIE. 

 

Okay, okay, I'm out!!!

 
...
 
DIE.