..so it's been a busy week and all when suddenly my little sis comes into the room while I'm staring at a comprehension passage, and she's bouncing, practically oscillating on the spot. "I love it I hate it I love it I hate it I oh i want to marry the person-" she goes.

Turns out she's been reading Tamora Pierce fanfiction on ff.net. Since she's been reading Fushigi Yuugi lately it probably won't be too long before she progresses to that part of Ff.net as well. I don't know how to react. Good to know my fangirlness is genetic, but the concept of either of my parents- especially my father, even though he reads Prachett- fangirling is rather mindboggling.

Otherwise, ran into Kaori before club photo-taking today, and dragged her to look at the new Weiss Kreuz designs. Kaori being Kaori, she found new stuff that I'd missed when I first saw them, notably the presence of curves in Ken's physique, and a red cross in the background instead of white- which is probably a just a stylistic thing, but still.

Red Cross. *giggles* I can just see Omi dressing up in a teeny-weeny white nurse's dress, complete with cap on top.. and later I talked to Jo-chan and Meia, whereupon they suggested him fighting evil with syringes instead of darts. So Aya would be the surgeon, with his darkness-hunting scapel of DOOOOOOOOOOOooooooom (He's hot, but I wouldn't want to be under /his/ knife, that's for sure.) Ken could be.. the anaesthetist, and Youji could be the guy who sews everything up when Aya's done.

White hunters, go forth and patch up the beasts that lurk in darkness! (*In the background Jo-chan snickers*)

They could set up a clinic. It would probably be a better cover than the flowershop.

I feel alive again. Well, marginally. Been sick for most of the entire week, involving a number of days spent at home coughing (bad), wheezing (bad), and sleeping (good). Also missed the retake of the physical fitness test, which will probably be good until I find out that even though I was sick and only failed one item on the last test- running, I hate running- I have to take the shit program for the rest of the year. Yes, shit. (SuperHighIntensiveTraining program, which people tell me is as bad as it sounds.) The PE teachers in my school have a highly developed sense of humor.

Oh well. Saturday morning was spent doing lots of club stuff- with school IT week coming up, and nary a National IT Day poster in sight, I was sent to go look, but didn't find a single mention of IT day itself, much less a poster. I did, however, find out that the Singaporean Ministry of Manpower's website and acronym is.. www.gov.sg/mom. That amuses me more than it should. And Saturday morning was spent ushering for another club, during which I got to listen to lots of poems (most of which I liked), witness the tightly knit community that is the Singapore Creative Arts Programme, and stand around rather nervously because the damned formal uniform's skirt is pure snow-white and I got my monthly reminder from the female camp that day. Poems were good, though.

My dad picked me up from school later to go to some big family gathering, and on the way ended up getting the Spirited Away dvd, which my sister is watching now over the protests of my mother, who thinks she should be studying even though she's been doing that the entire day, since she has big exams coming up next month. (One thing I hate about the Singaporean school system: It lets us know just why it has to be so tough and intensive- and yes, I do understand our only resource is people, most of whom aren't that important or accomplished despite what they think- looking at the percentage of expatriates holding top management posts in the big companies- thus upgrading and competitiveness being the only way to keep the money coming in, But. Knowing why doesn't make this pressure cooker any better to bear. Phew.)

And mom is calling and I have to get off the computer now. Good night.

..otherwise, I've just been sick. Plain sick. I hate being sick. And please don't feel sorry for me, 'cause I've been doing enough of that for myself.

On the other hand, visited my old school today! It's quieter than I remembered it- less energy and noise, somehow. Most of the people I wanted to find weren't there, but it was still fun, going back. (Nostalgia! Wait, it's only been less than a year. Growing up! Wait, I hate that!)

..am doing YDA competition stuff on Adobe now. Maybe I'll make a new layout.

And I will post it. Online.

Scared yet? =P

I think I've been reading too much random yaoi. I always bring at least one book or tankouban to school with me, though lately it's been mostly random yaoi- and now at school when she sees what I've brought the first words out of my friend's mouth are "is that gay?" She seems to like the volumes I've lent her so far, though- the other day she defended the value of the yaoi manga another friend was teasingly deriding. Ahh, corruption. Diffusion, osmosis, or something. So fun.

Anyway. I've been playing FF7. (Yeah, so many years after the crowd that I laughed when the 'rom told me that "Final Fantasy 7 uses the very latest in 3D technology, make sure your computer has this and this and that..") ..and my impression of the game so far (I'm still on the first disk) is basically this: poor Cloud. Cross-dressing, electrocution, frequent dizzy spells and the pre-requisite Dark and Dreadful past..

And, so far, I also want to KILL Yuffie. Slowly. And painfully.

..Makes life bearable. Anyway. Recently I've been reading this manga called "King and Queen", about gangs and juvenile delinquents in Japanese high school. More specifically, about one particular gang, led by a King, and a Queen. They attend a boys' school, so yes, the Queen's female. The King and Queen are usually in different years, and when one graduates, the other chooses the successor, in a process that looks and feels a lot like proposing, so fueling rumors about the other students that the King and Queen are homosexual. (Other than the rumors the mangaka drops boatloads of slash in by way of the current Queen and his extremely sexy manner- once he kissed the new King's hand and the poor boy was so distracted that he couldn't concentrate for his math exam..) So far, the story's been about a new king, chosen because his elder brother was the previous king..

I liked the story, but the older brother really reminded me lots of Ryousuke. I mean, model student, quiet, studious, very well-mannered at home. Protective. Not the type you'd expect to be involved in gangs, no matter how well-intentioned.(The younger brother just about screamed when he found out what his brother had been doing. "Aniki, you were a /what/?!") And Ryousuke might not look the type to be involved in that either, but he doesn't look the type to be involved in illegal streetracing, either. At least, not to me. In any case, the scenario really looked like one I could put the Takahashi Kyoudai in.

Older Queen: You're Takahashi Ryousuke's little brother?!
Keisuke:...
Older Queen: ..Marry me.

Heh. I'm feeling Initial D deprived.. 24 was supposed to be out last Saturday, but they didn't have it then and they didn't have it Wednesday, either. Meh. Back to maths, then.

If anyone needs me, I'll be the one doing math homework while battling the evil forces of REALITY and my DAD (going "how on EARTH did it SPOIL? it was NEW!") to get it back.

This brings new meaning to all sorts of.. ahem.

And that, other than how sad I feel for my much-reviled red sweater, is all I have to say for today.

Now, said boyband manga was from a publisher that occasionally publishes shounen-ai manga. Occasionally, sez I. Given, it was also the publisher of cop-out manga The Emperor's Gospel.. in any case, it so happened that the particular manga that I lent my friend wasn't yaoi. Not even out and out shounen-ai. (Be Maximum in Japanese, something something V2 in Chinese. Cute manga.) The closest it got was one main character licking the tongue of another, and that was only because the other burnt his tongue and the character was a hopeless, clueless, Kappa. The covers also feature the two main male characters together, but hell, what do you expect, it's a manga about a boyband/idol group of two /boys/. Cute enough that it counts among the things that have the ability to turn me into a mindless giggling fangirl with a vocabulary of three words: Cute, cute!, and so cute.

So anyway, she was reading it, and was going "Oh, so cute!" (predictably)- whereupon she came across the bit where main character licks main character. (It /was/ cute. And they didn't show anything that could be considered remotely explicit, persay- they cut out their heads in the picture and just showed the bodies.) Friend thought it was cute. Showed it to other friends, one of whom sort of freaked and went, "Ew, sick!"

Therephon attracting attention in the form of some of the boys in my class, who, without even reading the manga, went "Sick, sick, sick!" So we sat around- we were in the canteen at that time, just before PE- and I tried to defend that manga while they just went "sick..!" without even reading it. They were polite about their condemnations, though, so I wasn't angry.

...what I find interesting was that they knew enough about yaoi manga to recognise that publisher. Wonder what I can find in my collection that they'll react to?

And er, here are bits of the crazy Angel Sanc logs Meia and I did from back when. (warning: weirdness and probably spoilers)

...this entry probably goes down better as a private email, but heck. I'm too tired, even though technically today was supposed to be my easy day.. keep getting test papers back that make me want to you know, kill something and cry.. even though I guess in general it wasn't too bad.

Do I make sense? Nevermind.

But that's perversely satisfying, as you realise that your younger sister who's still sleeping soundly on the other bed and who gets to get up a full half-hour later than you do (more, counting the time it takes to drag her to the bathroom) will have no hot water at all, as alone you can't deplete the hot water and neither can your father, but together you can ensure that the last person to take a bath in the morning gets a very icy welcome indeed.

Then you feel stupid, because one of the reasons why your sister gets to get up later than you do in the first place is because she doesn't appear to feel the need to bathe in the morning.

Drat. I have the morning, at least. Cloud~! And! Zack! And! Sephiroth!

And, uh, Ximen's name amuses me because of the way it sounds. Especially pronounced the English way. Jo-chan's fault!

So I tidied, and, uh, got a new cupboard. So I have space for new manga now! (But no money, how sad.) Finally got away to throwing away my 'O' level notes and a whole bunch of old issues of Newsweek and Time. Would have saved them for my sibs, but they don't like carting old notes with my name on them around, anyway. Or my juniors, but they're studying a different syllabus already.

Then after cleaning up everything, my mother decided to take my sister and I out for a movie, since we hadn't gone out together for so long. And since my sister has this abnormal liking for "horsies" (both she and my mom are born in the year of the horse), we absolutely had to watch Spirit. Okay, I still think the show is a product of consumerism and the shameless exploitation of young girls' "horsies!" instinct (think the little girl in the middle of the movie, if you've watched it, or black beauty, if you haven't)- plus it reuses many old cinematic tricks- but I like it, which is why I agreed to watch it again. Heh. Uh, humbug, or something.

Both of which are, uh, of course things that would be extremely obvious to- okay, nevermind. Silly me. Anyway.. I like this layout a lot, even if it's not exactly pretty- because I did it myself. Mm.