Virtual Reality .V2.0
My personal ranting site. Unsuitable for any readers under twelve lest they suffer from brain damage after reading my colourful language and everything that goes along with it. - I refuse to take any responsibility for any minds that were tainted by me.
Seriously! I am so freakin' pissed. I mean, fine...some people just don't happen to like their country, but seriously! What the hell?
I just came across this nick in chat and i am so ready to spit fire at him! Like come off it! (so i don't know if he's Singaporean - though i'm kinda certain he is) but i at least know he spent too much time in Singapore - like, for education?
So what the hell?
I mean, hate is such a strong word to use! Especially on a country that you'd live in half your life!
And just in case you haven't noticed? I actually like my country! Granted, i do bemoan the fact that we don't have halloween balls in schools - like in A Cinderella story, and i do dislike SPA. And i do complain that the weather is too hot and we don't have the four seasons (and thus, four wardrobes). And i would love to go New Zealand and ride horses and admire the lake. And i don't like the dirty waters. However, i like my country. And i like my home, despite the weather and stuff.
And it pisses me off how some people can just blatantly annouce that they hate the country. Like, what the hell! Aren't you the very ungrateful one!
What has she done to you to make you hate her so? Other than, perhaps, providing you with citizen/resident ship and perhaps? Providing you with an education!!
I mean, how bitter can one get?
Oh, yes, i forget.
Very bitter indeed, if you are after all, seeing her through tinted color glasses.
Singapore is very unlucky to have you step through her doors - that, for one thing, is definite.
I finally went back to baking, and then i realised why exactly i stopped in the first place.
I hate the lingering smell of butter and dough on my hands, and the fact that the kitchen is so warm! Mind you, it is not impossible for me to sweat after walking for five minutes on a fine day. So imagine the heat! Oh well...
But then again, i live with that heat all the time - i've got quite an *elastic metabolism here. Hahaz, see the asterisk? Yeah, it's the influence of Economics.
Dotz.
Yeah, i know. But i really really don't like that smell of butter and dough, which i would always get when baking bread simply because i have to knead the dough!
And yeah...i do realise the existence of the bread machine - something that i doubt i'd ever use though, due to the fact that the reason i make bread is to knead the dough...which is really the fun (and smelly) part of it.
Gosh...
It's like...equivalent trade or something. <-- those who watch FMA, you know what i'm talking about right? hahaz.
Oh, and guess what? I just realised that the fics i wrote get so little hits because the fandoms themselves are super small! Which is a sad sad thing. Very, really.
I mean, now i understand the mindset of those who publish their works! It's exactly that! Constructive feedback! Or...actually, not so much of that. More of a...what's that called again? Oh yeah, fan reviews! Yeah...i guess that's a rather appropriate word to use.
I attempt to finish the whole fanfic thing by August, but on foresight, i think it's never gonna happen. Simply because i'm such a huge procrastinator and my inspiration isn't flowing!!
And that's basically the problem. Not to mention reality's starting to seep into my little glass globe of a world.
Life sucks.
Cruel
teaser
He hated to see her cry, so when he saw those precious tears leak out her eyes, he wanted to kill something. The only thing was that the one he should kill was himself.
"I'm sorry." The apology was automatic as it rolled off his tongue. She shook her head, closing her eyes.
"There is nothing we can do, is there?" She asked, a cynical smile upon her beautiful face. Her eyes were trained at the ground. He wanted so much to see her eyes.
He shook his head, hands fisting subconsciously at his side as he was once again reminded how helpless the situation was. "No." His voice was low and resigned.
She looked up then. "Then you must go." He could see her fighting to keep her tears in, and she was succeeding. She was always strong. That made it all the sadder now that she was trying not to cry. "There is no other way."
He wanted to deny and tell her that surely...surely there was some other way. Surely there was a way for both of them to live a happily ever after!
"You must go." She repeated once again and his denial, his resolve at finding something, anything to aid them crumbled.
"You won't be here when I come back." It was a statement. She tried to smile, failing miserably. A tear broke free and slid down her smooth cheek.
"No I won't," was her whispered reply. "This- This will-" She shook her head, steeling herself for what she was about to say.
A sense of irrational fear coursed through him then. Impulsively, he threw his arms around her and crushed her to his chest. "Don't." He pleaded, voice harsh.
He felt her arms snake around his torso to embrace him back. Her bony fingers latched onto the cotton fabric of his shirt and clung to it like a lifeline.
"This- Alex, this will-"
"Don't!" He shouted, burying his face in her soft black hair the texture of silk. "Don't say it!"
He felt, rather than saw, her burrow her face in his chest and felt his shirt grow damp. She took a shuddering breath and he was suddenly very afraid of what she was about to say.
"This is goodbye." Her voice was watery and weak, unlike the usual cool and confident tone he likened her to.
He closed his eyes in defeat, tears leaking out of his eyes as he held her closer, if that was even possible.
"I-" She broke off.
"I'd miss you." She finally said.
The less emotional part of his mind reminded him that she was never one for declarations of love and that he was very privileged to have pried the confession out of her.
"I love you.' He said. The words were familiar, to them both. He said it too many times, and she heard it once too many.
He felt her stiffen, then pull out of his crushing embrace. He let her. She stepped back, wrapping her thin arms around herself, all the while holding him in silent regard.
He submitted himself to her scrutiny, losing himself in her beautiful, if not watery, black orbs the color of ink. Finally, she graced him with a sincere sad smile.
"I love you too."
It was nothing more than a whisper, but he heard it loud and clear and that was enough for him. He smiled, feeling rather torn inside. She loved him, really loved him, and yet…
He took a step forward, gently pulling her into his arms until they were mere centimeters apart.
"Thank you," he whispered before kissing her chastely on the lips.
They parted a moment later. She was smiling through her tears. And then she kissed him.
They parted, only to breathe and continue again.
Words were not enough to express what they felt for each other, and so no more words were given.
-END-
(c) blade 2006
I have always prefered typing to writing things down in a notebook or something, simply beacause my train of thoughts aren't impeded by the speed of my writing - or rather, the lack of speed in my writing. Anyway, that isn't really the main issue here.
My fangirl is screaming to get out and just...well, squeal away since she has found a new love in anime. However, the other more realistic part of me is still sorta getting frustrated with everything else. Or rather, a particular incident.
It's really kind of stupid, but my train of thought decided to leech onto it and the only way i know how to get it moving off to very much greener pastures would be to pen it down. And so here i am now. Oh well.
So, going onto the topic - Friends.
You know how people always talk about peer pressure and all that shit and stuff about friends forever? Well, in a way i am going around that, but in way, i'm not. Not really.
Rather, i'm on the subject of opinions. So...your friend's opinions matter, don't they?
--> insert imaginary yes
Well...only some of them do. Most don't actually.
To me, they only matter if you are close to them, want to keep them, respect them, value them, so on and so forth. Others don't really matter. Of course, it's nice if those that aren't really close to you give you nice advice and stuff - you'd feel happy and all that, but on the other hand, if they give you opinions that you don't agree with etc, there's really no need to fret over it.
Simply put - they don't matter.
--> insert incredulous, shocked and hurt look
*rolls eyes*
Come off it! You can't expect to be close to everyone, pay attention and change simply because of X's opinions! Life doesn't work that way.
If life does, we're all in for a sad sad life if you ask me.
And so, to X, i'm sorry if your opinions don't matter to me, and so if you meet me next time, please don't be shocked that i didn't take your advice and make any life-altering decisions simply because of the words that spew out of your golden mouth.
Face it. Your opinons don't matter.
--> insert dramatic gasp and swoon
On a lighter note, now that all the anger and sarcasm is out of the way, Ouran High School Host Club is damn funny! I do so hope that King and Haruhi get together! King is just super cute! Just a while ago, i was at this bookstore and they actually have the manga up to volume 7! Whoa, boy was i shocked. I didn't know they stocked up so fast. Imagine my surprise.
I was like, sitting on my heels as i browsed through the volumes with this hardcover dictionary on my lap and this little girl over to my right reading some fiction book. I was like...okay. Kinda out of place.
Anyway, i figured that Final Approach can be chucked into the same category as Love Hina and Shuffle! and Ah! My Goddess. So basically, i gave up on that show - the plot just didn't appeal to me.
Well, that's all for fangirl.
My lack of ambition finally decided to well...change, for lack of a better, more appropriate word. In the end, i chose Japanese over French, simply because there's anime. *sweatdrop* Yes, i know. But anyway, i'm not gonna give up on French - it is such a romantic language. I'd probably learn it after i grasp the basics of Jap or something.
Latin doesn't sound all too bad either, though...it isn't very practical. Not for me anyway, considering where my life is taking me.
Oh well.
Coming Unglued
They were supposed to be together.
They were supposed to last forever.
They never got the chance...
^^^
She could not believe it.
Even as she stared at his sightless eyes, warm blood still pooling from his gaping wound on his side, she could not believe it.
She knelt down beside him, her fingers a gentle caress against his still-warm skin. The blood smudged on her fingers, leaving them sticky.
He was still warm and she could still see him breathe. Therefore, he could not be dead.
How could he? He promised her a lifetime of happiness, even in this war-torn world. So how could he?
Tears glistened in her eyes and she willed them not to fall.
He was not dead, and therefore, she would not cry.
Yet the tears continued to pool, and he became a blurry mess of red and pale in front of her eyes. Hurriedly, she blinked, wiping the tears with the back of her hand.
She would not allow him to disappear before her. She would not allow him to leave!
"Kendel! Zoe! What are you doing?" She screamed hysterically, eyes never daring to leave him. "Get over here! He needs help! Kendel!"
She could hear hushed whispers, and then, awkward silence.
His skin was becoming cold and the blood freezing to her skin. She stared at his chest, felt his pulse, rubbed his frozen fingers - all in desperation.
"Please!" her face scrunched up in grief and fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "Please! You promised. You promised. You can't just leave me here. Alex...please." She broke down into sobs, her entire body shaking - only this time, there was no one to hold her, no one to tell her everything was going to be alright. Because it wasn't going to be!
He was dead.
Her knight in shining armor, her captain, was dead.
Alex was dead and there was nothing she could do about it!
"Aki." The voice was low and rather hoarse, and it was laced with sadness. She ignored it - the voice was not Alex's, and therefore inconsequential.
He had died to save her.
It tore at her heart - she being the one that killed him. She was his undoing. Even his superiors had warned him against her, and yet he did not listen. He should have obeyed his orders, for least, he wouldn't be dead.
She had never told him how much he meant to her, and he too, never forced a confession. And now, he would never know. Even more so since their last conversation ended horribly.
She had the sudden urge to laugh, and she wondered if she was going insane.
She told him she hated him. A flash of hurt crossed his eyes before it was replaced with that tender look she never saw him give anyone else.
"I still love you anyway." He fixed her with those knowing eyes, a warm hand coming up to caress the side of her face. Until she turned away - and then the touch was gone.
And all that was left was ice.
That, and the blank look in his eyes, the metallic tang of blood and the tears still coursing down her face.
(c) blade 2006
Inspired by Final Fantasy X's Sudeki Da Ne.
How spastic is it to cry at your own inspiration? Coz this wasn't the first time it happened. Kinda sad really. [I'm real sleepy right now, so pardon my linguistic errors]
Twisted
[same universe as breathless]
It never failed to make her wonder if this was normal, she thought as she watched the three of them walk down the pristine white corridors, laughing and joking with merriment in their eyes.
Just yesterday, they had been on a mission and when they returned in the dead of night, they were bruised, tired, dark shadows underneath their eyes. Kendel even had blood stains on the front of his shirt! She remembered being worried, almost close to tears as she watched them disembark from the plane.
And less than twelve hours later, they were talking about- what was it again? Oh, yeah. They were discussing porn. Or rather, the advantages of having porn around. Zoe was scandalized, of course, and proceeded to tell them exactly why she disapproved of it. Alex and Kendel seemed verily amused.
And her? She didn't know what to think! Their topics of conversation often left her feeling disconcerted and lost, simply because they were so...random. Like today, for example. When she joined the trio, the first thing she was asked was the brand of conditioner she prefered. And the topic skipped onto food, the rapids, Mickey Mouse and now - porn.
Vaguely, she wondered if the behavior was normal. As inexperienced and as ignorant as she was, she was intelligent enough to know that the blood on Kendel's shirt was not his and that the mission, whatever it entailed, was nothing short of bloody - if the shirt was anything to go by.
"Aki?"
She snapped up at the sound of her name, meeting amethyst eyes. "Alex." His name rolled off her tongue fluidly.
Zoe was looking at her oddly - something akin to plea and desperation in Zoe's eyes, and Kendel? He looked uncomfortable and wouldn't meet her eyes.
"Don't you think there's something up with them both?" His voice held a tinge of mischief and it finally clicked in her brain.
Working up a smirk, she replied airily. "Yeah." Flashing a sweet smile at Zoe, she continued. "They look way too close. Suspicious really."
Zoe positively sank, glancing up at her with doleful eyes. Kendel however, was too busy glaring at Alex to give her the time of day. She let a small laugh escape her, though she wasn't sure what exactly she found funny.
Kendel was nineteen. Alex and Zoe were seventeen and she herself sixteen. Yet...the three of them had been accepting missions since the age of fourteen? Watching them banter playfully with each other made her wonder if they were really ready for the job description.
It seemed to her that they haven't really grown up, and yet...their eyes were ageless, as if they had seen enough.
"So, you're gonna take the test next month, aren't you?"
She flashed Zoe a bright smile, nodding. "Yeah. I'd be joining you guys in no time!"
She was rewarded with a whoop from Zoe, a 'hell yeah!' from Alex and a smirk from Kendel.
What exactly was she getting into?
They reached the firing range and Kendel wasted no time in getting his favored gun, Alex hot on his heels. Zoe flashed her a kick-ass smirk before joining the queue, leaving her to follow after.
And as she watched them; child-like faces handling their weapons with ease, laughing, barely contained excitement dancing across their eyes - knowing full well that they were mercenaries and could kill her in less than ten seconds were she their enemy, she had no doubt life was twisted. [1]
She loaded her gun, the weight familiar in her not-yet calloused hands, and took aim.
*Bang*
Yes, twisted.
Bulls-eye.
(c) blade 2006
[1] Is it me, or is this sentence just plain weird?
I have this feeling that this entry is going to be turning out morbid - as in...really morbid. I guess it can't really be helped, not really.
Recently, i got hooked onto the fandom of Final Fantasy 7 - you know, the one with the famous Cloud Strife and General Sephiroth? Yeah, that one. And i just realised how sad- no, sad isn't a fitting word for it. Tragic. Yeah. I just realised how tragic the entire story is.
I mean, General Sephiroth - the perfect SOLDIER turns into a raving powerful mad man who wishes to take over / destroy the world. And Cloud? He idolized Sephiroth. And killed him. It's really a tragic fate. And if you take into account Zack - the guy who, if i'm not wrong, was in Cloud's head or something [I really won't know - i've never actually played the game.] who got killed trying to protect Cloud. And, if fanfiction is all that accurate in portraying relationships between characters, Zack was Sephiroth's friend!
I can't help but feel that their fates are horribly twisted somehow.
Or maybe the angst is taking a toll on me - i just subjected myself to a really beautiful piece of fanwork and ended up tearing.
It is so sad. [Pardon my lack of vocabulary - i haven't got down to reading the Oxford dictionary yet]
On the other hand, and on a much lighter note, my fic has received reviews! It's stupid to feel so happy over comments from people i'd probably never ever know, but i am. It's nice to know someone actually likes my style of writing - oh wait, was there even a style anyway?
And in case you're wondering, yes, it's the one without the epilogue. And i seriously doubt there'll be one soon, considering the fact that the plot's so twisted i don't even know how to end. Yepz, kudos to me.
Whatever.
Talk about bad karma!
Seriously, i couldn't have chosen a worse time to fall. I just had to choose the period where there's lotsa gatherings and stuff... okay, so maybe i'm also rather lazy to go to the gatherings and stuff. I'm one lazy person and i'm some kind of hermit.
Really.
Now don't stare at me like that. It's true.
Though of course, shopping doesn't count.
Anyway, where was i again? Oh yeah. Bad karma.
My sis and i came up with this brilliant plan to go rollerblading. Granted, none of us could blade. Hell, i can't even balance right. In any case, that was the start of disaster. Sly disaster too. I mean, the weather was just begging us to go out and well...blade.
Anyway, the park we chose to blade at happened to have many slopes. [The other one was under construction] And i just had to cruise down a slope, didn't i? Fine, so maybe it was either i fall on the pavement or run headlong into the tree, screaming my ass off the entire time.
Talk about bad karma!
In any case, i'm actually rather glad i'm not a guy - if not, i would be suffering from a very bruised ego. Interestingly enough, i kind of find it amusing, though dressing my dumb wounds are a bitch. Seriously!
But really, i'd be content if there are less people knowing about this. It is still rather embarrassing, if you know what i mean. Yeah...
And believe me, i'm not the only one suffering from bad karma. I don't believe in karma though - it's just an expression i use. My couz fell down a slope too on the very same day. I mean, ouch! I'm quite sure he's got a worse case of pain. From what i hear, it's not pretty~
Oh well, yeah. So bad karma's the word of the day. Yeah.
I just hope my wounds don't scar. I'd be devastated if they do.
Oh please don't let them scar!!
But other than that brush with bad luck, i'm actually having a pretty good time at home! My first fic got reviews!! I'm over the moon with that. Yay!
Writer's galore and all that. Yepz.
Hahaz.
Bounce. Bubbles. Bounce.
It's a nice feeling. Though there are problems.
Remember i mentioned this piece that i have yet to write an epilogue for? Well yeah. That's the problem. I haven't wrote the epilogue. Reason because i have no idea what should happen to the characters. I just can't decide.
Fine, so i haven't decided which POV to use yet, but i figured i'd just stick with 1st since the whole chunk was in 1st.
Yeah, problamatic isn't it.
And no, i won't announce my pen-name to the world, so don't ask. It makes things much easier that way. Liberty and freedom and all that.
I love you.
I really really do.
It's not often that i make open declarations of love, but this time, it finally registered in my brain that i do love the Lord God Almighty.
A wave of sheer happiness washes over me.
And you know the feeling when something huge inside you just wishes to burst forth and flow out of you - somehow, it reminds me of the sea. Anyway, back to the issue.
Yeah. I'm that happy.
I mean, i always wondered if i do love Him. Coz it's like...i doubt i'm the kind of person to love easily.
I have always been grateful. Who won't? After all, He sacrificed his only Son to die for us, die for me, so that we can all have eternal life! Jesus was crucified on the cross - can you imagine how excruciatingly painful that must have been? I mean, Passion of Christ doesn't even fully capture it. After all, it's only a movie.
He sacrificed his Son for us! For the people that ridiculed and put him up on that cross, and Jesus even asked God to forgive them. i mean, that is the most selfless and greatest act i've ever heard of.
And i have thought about it all - many a time. Yet i always wondered.
I wonder no more.
And i pray that my faith in the Lord God Almighty will never ever waver.
I feel like i'm shining, if you know what i mean. But then again, i have always been rather abstract so...yeah.
It's like...i feel so alive, and my aura or something is just seeping forth.
I'm not even sure if i make any sense.
But one thing's for sure.
I'm happy, very happy.
I feel like squealing.
Gosh, i feel like dancing.
It's like i'm free of inhibitions or something.
Breathless
Teaser
"Stay here," he had told her before turning back to the battlefield. She watched as he disappeared into the chaos- poisoned fumes and carnage and people fighting desperately for survival.
Yet where was she? Her lips pursed as she answered her own question, bitter.
In the safe house, cowering in the shadows, useless and utterly helpless.
She frowned, fists clenched and body stiff. She should be out there with them, fighting to end the bloody war. Her friends were dying, bleeding, and all she could do was watch and obey orders.
His orders.
She snorted, tossing her hair back in an arrogant manner as she recalled his specific words.
"You are not to go out there, no matter the circumstance. Stay here and keep the civilians calm."
Keep the civilains calm? Who was he trying to kid?
The only way to do so was for them to take the battle elsewhere. The battle cries would disappear, and so would the stench of blood permeating the room.
She knew exactly why he placed her here in this safehouse.
Not many people possessed the kind of courage needed to face the carnage. Or maybe that was something to do with being used to it. In any case, she was rather ignorant regarding that particular issue.
Not that she was hard-pressed to find out.
However, she enlisted to contribute something of worth, not to be told to sit here and wait out the battle. She admitted, albeit reluctantly, that her fighting skills were not up to par...and she probably wouldn't be able to stomach the sight of the battlefield. It still irked though, to be ordered into the safehouse, instead of being out there.
Her friends needed her, or so she would like to think.
She tried to convince herself that perhaps she wasn't as helpless as he perceived her to be. The attempt left her frustrated and angry, knowing that the Captain was right all along.
The safehouse shook in the force of the explosions outside. A child burst into frightened tears.
It fed her fury and irritation and she had the urge to run up to the child and tell him to shut up. She didn't.
It would have been inappropriate.
Inappropriate? People were dying outside and all she could about was the code of conduct. What was wrong with her? Did she really believe that the superiors had the luxury of time to reprimand her for telling a child to shut it?
No.
Yet somehow, she found herself wanting to obey his order. Stay here and keep the civilians calm. The voice in her head was mocking and she shook it away.
Forcefully unclenching her fingers, she made her way towards the irritating child. A smile that didn't reach her chocolate-brown eyes plastered itself on her face.
Crouching before him, she regarded him silently. He felt her presence, and as he looked up, she saw the still damp tear tracks running down his cheeks.
She took a breath, and tried to speak, only to hesitate. Children didn't like her. Avoiding her like the plague seemed like a more accurate description. She never cared for the likes of them, and they seemed to understand and stayed away.
Perhaps she exuded an aura. Back off!
If so, then this child was missing something. Or maybe he was just too distressed to care.
She finally settled on a simple question. "Why do you cry?"
A hiccough was her answer.
Their eyes met, chocolate and puffy red sapphire, and she continued, eyes never leaving his.
"There is nothing to cry about."
He stiffened visibly, blood draining from his face, leaving nothing but a sheen of sweat on pale skin. Slowly, tears started to leak out of his eyes again.
"I'm...i'm scared." He confessed. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"So am I," her mind confessed traitorously.
She sat down next to him, hugging her knees loosely as she stretched them a little. Her eyes were glassy and she felt the tell-tale tingle of incoming tears.
"My friends are outside fighting," she said conversationally. From the corner of her eyes, she saw him jerk to face her in surprise. "The blood i taste in the air might just be theirs."
His head bowed and he too, stared at some unknown that only he could see.
"Why aren't you out there?" He finally asked, breaching the unspoken silence between them.
The smile that graced her lips was sad and resigned.
She had protested when she heard his order, demanding instead to join the rest. Adamantly, he refused, gripping her shoulders so tight she knew they were going to bruise.
"No! I will never allow you out there." His eyes, beautiful amethyst eyes, were piercing into her with an intensity she never knew existed. And it shocked her into submission.
"My orders were to stay here," was her only reply.
"Liar."
His words cut deep into her and she whipped around to face him. Her eyes narrowed.
"What did you just say?" she growled at him, hands clenching.
He continued to stare ahead. "You're a liar."
Those harshly spoken words brought forth something she never did want to admit. Yet, in face of his words, so blatantly spoken, she could not help but...confront it.
He would not let her out there...
She was weak - that was a firmly established fact. Yet, there were weaker soldiers out on the battlefield.
A cynical smile graced her thin parched lips. She was his weakness. And therefore was not allowed on the battlefield. There was something twisted about her entire situation, yet she couldn't pinpoint it exactly.
Instead, she focused on her reply. "I am a weakness. Therefore, those are my orders."
He fixed her with an unreadable stare, before finally breaking away to stare once again at something only he could see.
Lowering her eyes to the cemented ground, she thought of the soft brush of his lips against hers, the crushing embrace that left her feeling empty as she watched him head towards the battlefield, and about intense amethyst eyes speaking everything he could not say and she would not admit.
Outside, the battle raged on.
(c) blade 2006
I need to find something to do, i mean, how lame can one get?
I'm actually entertaining myself by reading the past entries of my blog! Like, come on~ Okay...so it's not like i don't read my past writings but still~ I usually read them for inspiration and the like, but no...now i'm just reading it for the sake of reading.
Why can't i express more interest in the news instead? Oh yeah, i forgot, because the news always bring bad news, and the good news are usually...well, rather dry to read if you ask me. So that's probably why i don't read the newspapers. Because they're either bad or dry, not to mention the fact that i seem to have this habit of studying the newspaper when i read it. Like...to prepare for general paper or something, which is rather odd since general paper is last year's history.
And National Geographic! I love National Geographic! I just hate the fact that the pictures are so clear and enlarged and sometimes, they happen to focus on things...like lizards! I mean, my sis flipped through the book and she didn't come across the bloody thing, yet when i flipped through it, i found it in like...two pages?! What is this? Bad karma? Not that i believe in karma, but anyway...
Where was i again?
Yes, me myself and i and my lack of ambition. You know, speaking of ambition, i remember Brutus in Julius Caesar saying something about it. Something about young ambition's ladder and the like. Oh, bemoan my pathetic excuse of a memory!
I'm trying to expel the Singlish in my words, simply because i find it rather unsophisticated. i mean, it's okay in writing, but somehow, i can't speak like i write. And that is a rather bad thing. My tongue seems to be disconnected from my brain and i am totally irked out by it! Argh!
Oh well...
I guess this is something that takes time. Or maybe i can just go for the shortcut - live in a foreign english speaking community for a year and see what happens. Maybe then i will manage to speak properly. Yes! Then i will sound more professional and i'd be happy.
Gosh. My last sentence makes me sound like an idiot.
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~ Her Favorites ~Anime
Writings
Any animal that isn't a reptile...oh yeah, and no frogs and insects
Titan, Kiki and Sparkles~
Cute Kawaii Bishounen!(Like Narumi from Gakuen Alice) or bad-ass anime heros like Natsume-kun! and Neji! (Funny how both their surnames are Hyuuga. Hahaz)
Stupid, helpless people who think they're so smart. Argh, i can go on and on. But then again, what's the point in doing so right? Their insignificance isn't even worth mentioning here.
~ Wishlist ~Confidence, Decisiveness and Courage. And of course, for my inspiration and affinity with spelling to come back to me!!
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