Thursday, December 20, 2001

08:15 a.m.

I know there's a reason why I, despite not getting in much sleep the night before, woke up at a ridiculously early time. It was early. And it was ridiculous. I like waking up early, but not /that/ early.

So since I couldn't sleep I bummed around in my room, quietly reading the manga I bought yesterday- and at eight, it dawned on me. Today is the day that my Junior College posting comes out! *twitches nervously* I know I said that I wasn't nervous about which JC I got into, which /course/ I got into. I think, for my choices, I should do okay. Why, then, am I feeling so utterly nervous and wretched?

And the damned thing doesn't come out until ten. /Ten/. Cheeses! *wanders away still twitching periodically*

Tuesday, December 18, 2001

01:44 p.m.

While brushing my teeth this morning it occured to me that my brain is really dead from weeks of non-usage. Funny, even though it's only been a few weeks since the exams ended and I turned from slacker to great big pile of goo, it feels to me that it's always been this way. Now, at least. Just last week I was thinking that I had an exam that I should be studying for right now instead of doing weird stuff.

I'll blog about Diablo 2, which I've been playing, later. (you play Diablo 2? Which character?) Right now I have to go drag myself to Bugis to meet people.

Sunday, December 16, 2001

05:46 p.m.

Yesterday evening: Family dinner. Euw. People, I hate people.

Am now listening to Initial D music, which has been irrevocably bonded in my mind to parapara, because the few machines that I've looked at all play Eurobeat tracks. (Yes, I cannot parapara to save my life.) But I watch the machines while other people parapara- it's quite fun, to see the digital character on the screen move and break the green floaty things which represent points. Watching the dancers too is entertaining, although mostly what runs through my mind is "Oh, wow. I could never do that"

So, to recap, I'm listening to Initial D music, and guess what Winamp pulls?

Right. The skin of Koyapi's teeth.

*walks around with the mental image of teeth doing parapara*

Otherwise, bought the Harry Potter soundtrack, which came with a bonus cd of trailers in several different languages. Having watched the movie three times and loved it, all I can say is "...".

Saturday, December 15, 2001

05:22 p.m.

Today, or maybe it was yesterday, in my mailbox:

"Hello,

I'm hoping you can point me in the right direction; I'm looking for the person in charge of marketing for http://aine.pitas.com.

My name is (someone) and I am the marketing director of (somesite). We are an online website submission company that can submit your site to the top search engines utilizing our proprietary custom software. Our holiday packages start as low as $10. As you know you cannot find this type of service anywhere for this price.

I found http://aine.pitas.com in Lycos on page 45 for the search term "friend gift". I understand that you obviously have other search terms by which people find you, but I would like to show you how we can help you get higher rankings for all of your search phrases. As you know if you are not in the first 3 pages of the search engines, you will not see any real traffic.

With the holidays coming up, we wanted to offer you a discount to try out our services. Please visit our web site for all the details. You can find us at (somesite). I know we can increase your traffic and help you increase the sales for the holidays. Again, our packages start as low as $10. Our clients have saved a lot of time and money and have seen good results.

You can find the discount prices on the web site and sign up for the service at (somesite) ...it only takes 2 minutes and you will start the process for submission to all the search engines.

I think you will find it is definitely worth your time.

Sincerely,

(someone)"

.... .....

!

I wonder if the nice lady realises that this is a blog. A blog run by a poor-little-in-the-middle-of-schools-student. Hosted on a free server, because she's obviously not willing to pay money for her own domain. Or server, or whatever it is that commercial sites use. Erm. Bleh.

Flipped through referrers today.. and

CCS Fujitaka yaoi fanfic Fujitaka? But with whom? Terada-sensei? *scratches head*

Alexiel and Lucifer Ehem. Heehee. Maybe I should put up those AS logs I did with Meia sometime back.

And, the crowning glory of them all..koyapi From the Japanese Google, too. *waves little flags* Koyapiii!! While I'm on the subject, Eeeeeeeee eeeeeeee eeeeee want. And erm, this showed up for that search too.

Saturday, December 15, 2001

05:22 p.m.

Thursday, December 13, 2001

01:47 p.m.

And thanks to everybody who wrote to comfort me before.. I would have said thanks in the last post, but I didn't manage to finish checking blogs the last time I was online, because I was told to get off. It doesn't mean I'm any less grateful.. ^^;;;;;;;;

Yesterday I was out at night again, for some reason, and as I walked home "Pisco Bandito the Bandit Fish" was playing in my head. So there I was, one silly girl walking the darkish deserted streets looking at the shadows- darker shadows, lighter shadows, shadows of cars and the leaves of trees, even my own shadow, interwoven with each other. It had rained earlier yesterday, and my shoes squeaked on the road as I walked. And at the traffic light I was looking at the shadows and noticed that I had not one, but three shadows. Do you know how it was to look at the shadows and the dark patches on the road caused by the rain while variations on "Pisco Bandito the Bandit Fish" plays in your head? Surreal, utterly surreal. I thought I was going mad.

Other than that- Went out this morning with my dad to the book-expo-that-turned-out-not-to-be (he read his mail wrongly) got home, discovered that I have to go to a barbeque tonight, realised that the barbeque on Saturday clashes with band practice, and also realised that the cosplay is also on Saturday and I haven't done zilch nada zippeediday about my costume. Plus, Masako, you are coming to Singapore, right? *hopes* If you are, we need to arrange a place to meet, and all, soon..

*PANIC*

Maybe I should just sleep through everything. Sleep, yeah, sleep. Sleep solves all the problems in the world!

Or maybe not. So I should go do something about it now. *panic*

Tuesday, December 11, 2001

11:36 p.m.

Arf. Arfarf, awoooooo~f!

No, I haven't lost my mind. But I'm feeling much better. At least, from the last post.

Spent a couple of hours at the library on Sunday, re-reading some books I haven't touched for years, and trying out new ones. (but then that's what people go to the library for, why am I even putting this here?!) I like the library. It's nice, quiet (most of the time) and best of all- books! Woof! Arfarf!

Erm. And to justify that last bit of uncalled for howling, I've just finished Narcissus in Chains, by Laurell K Hamilton. Truthfully, it was a good book. Only it was one of the books that make me want to scream- sometimes I read a book and want to scream, because a)it's good, b)I find myself liking the enemy and wanting him to win MUCH more than the hero/heroine, or c)because it's just /wrong/.

Narcissus in Chains would fall in somewhere between (a) and (c), I think. No, I don't like the enemy. (He's really, really cracked up, for one thing.) Just- I like the book, I like the series, but Anita, jeez, how many men do you want to sleep with? Will you ever make up your mind? How powerful will you get? Ms Hamilton, are you a yaoi fan?

This being said, I'd like also to review the Kiss of Shadows book, which is lots and lots of soft porn. Oh, it's good. Superb characterisations and all. Couldn't put down the book until it was done, but my peeve with it is that the main character ended up obscenely powerful, and that the novel ended before the plot could start.

Er, well, jeez. I was screaming about that, yes.

Eva-san, thanks! I'll return your mail sometime later, I promise. Thanks to you too.

Saturday, December 8, 2001

08:46 p.m.

Errrgh. And I mean, earrhhgh. (prepare for self-indulgent stupid brat rant)

I've known for practically forever now that my parents favor my sister. I've thought it over, and I don't particularly think that the above is just because I'm a jealous, big bad older sister, or something. My parents do favor my sister. They spend far more time willingly with my sister, they get whatever she asks for when she whines, they favor her in arguments.

Would I have got away with calling anyone "stupid bitch" when I was young? Would I get away with it now, for that matter? No. Bleh. No prizes for guessing who she called that, either.

I've tried to look at this pragmatically, I really have. Mostly I ignore my sister, except when she's being nice. Mostly I try to be nice. But I guess I snapped today when my dad yelled at me.

What actually happened was that my sister- and both my parents were listening to her contest piece on violin. (She plays the violin at the national level, and is quite good- won prizes before.) Because they wanted to play the cd in the room where the computer was, they got me to switch off the computer's sound. So I did. But not fast enough for my dad, apparently, and he yelled at me. So I yelled back. Then I ignored him.

My sister has been preparing for her contest for months now. She practises several hours a day- because my mother forces her to, and since we share a room whenever I'm at home I have to listen to her practice. It's not that bad, normally, but imagine listening to the same pieces in and out every day? I have perfect pitch, too, she's not always in tune, she- erghh. I can memorise her pieces now.

So. My dad yelled at me. This put me in a bad mood, for obvious reasons. After a while, the music got too loud for me, so I yelled at my mother to turn it down. This means I am rude, inconsiderate, and petty? Really.

I lost it. I asked my dad what he had against me. He said that I have a brain, but I don't use it. I answered that I use my brain my own way, thanks. He accused me of always wanting to get the last word. He told me that I had better be obedient, or else. And now I've been ignoring him. I'll probably be ignoring everybody in my family for a while, but eventually, they'll win out.

I wish I could get out of the house now, walk around for a bit or maybe even stay out the entire night, but I don't really have anywhere that I can go. I suppose I could go to my grandmother's house, or maybe just walk around the mall and stuff, but somehow I don't feel like facing people now. And the library's closed, at this hour. Everywhere's closed, on a night when I want to just get out of the house and not come back for a long long time.

It's bad of me, getting so worked up over a little thing, isn't it? But I don't understand them, they don't understand me, and I'm just really, really upset right now. If I actually post this, I might even regret making this public later, when the bad mood blows over. Like what Viv or someone told me once, spilling your brains and guts out for everyone to see.

Funny how things can turn from sweet to sour so fast, isn't it?

Saturday, December 8, 2001

06:14 p.m.

Doraemon is playing right now- the Singaporean dub. Ow. OwowowowowowOW.

*whines* "Oh, spare me! Don't kill me~!"

*takes knife and starts to kill everything in sight*

Friday, December 7, 2001

09:40 p.m.

*kicks modem* Stop yo-yoing, you.

Oh well.

If I were a work of art, I would be Pablo Picasso's Three Musicians. I am colourful and provoking, always looking to break out of the mould and to pioneer new ways of doing things. I have a jaunty outlook and although I am a bit weird, most people have some idea what I'm about. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

And then, just for more fun..

I am a Minimalist Cow Sculpture. My massive green incongruity mingles with past stitched screwdrivers. Mango potential exudes around my recycled writing gastropods. I fire enraged plastic knees on webbed bags. What smell fragments hot curiosity? The Utterly Surreal Test

For the curious, I didn't have any idea what on earth the test was talking about, so I just answered "fish" to everything. It amused me, though.

Went out again (I seem to be doing that a lot this holiday, as opposed to the other holidays I've spent ^^;;;;) to Kino, where Meia and I discovered that the Godchild Bloodberry manga wasn't due until the next shipment came in from Japan at an unspecified date "depending on the Japan site". -_-;; Kino~!

Peeked at an unwrapped copy of the Fruits Basket character book, though, glanced at the list of seiyuu for the drama cd (not sure if it's for the anime) and died. My favorite characters in FB are Shigure and Ayame. (Ayame's name means Iris. Not only does his name include the kanji for girl, it's even a girl's name!) Guess who did Aya(me)?

Right. Koyapi. But alas, nowhere we checked had the drama cds!

(To anybody who's been getting irritated at my constant obsessing over someone because of his voice and imagined personality: I get irritated at myself sometimes, too. But I figure that if I don't go overboard- like saving up to go to Japan to stalk him, for example, ^^;;;;;; ~No, I've never even /considered/ doing that, why do you ask?~ I'll be okay. Somewhat.)

Ah well. I've been reading the Count Cain manga, and it's really good. Cain appears to have somewhat of a sadistic streak in him, but I like him. I like Lief, too. The poor, poor, guy!

Excerpt of a scene between Cain and Lief:

*Cain is doing something we can't see ^^;;;; to a chicken when Lief comes in*
Lief: Master Cain! You're using the animals for experiments again? I've told you, if the food animals became experimental animals, that would be disastrous-
Lief: That's the chicken for dinner!
*chicken wakes up, squawks and flies at Lief*
Cain: *matter of factly* Only unconcious for an hour.
Cain: Should be harmless to a human.. we're having roast chicken tonight? I'm not hungry, you go ahead!
Lief: *sweatdropping* Master Cain..

Poor Lief. Poor, poor Lief. As Meia suggested, he could have a cup of tea with Sakano and maybe (from what you say) Tanaka too, lamenting the trouble their charges have caused them.

Or they could get drunk. Drunk's always good, even if it is cliched. And I'm going to order book five from the nice guy at the old-manga shop tommorrow, even if I already need to pay out lots and lots for the drama cds.. but hey, Cain.

Eheehee.

Well, if it's for inspiration.. Hee. I played Neopets once, too. For about a week, then I got too busy to log on often enough. I think my pets are dead and forgotten now... heh.

Narcissus in Chains? Ooh.. lend?

Ep. Dad. Go sleep now.

Thursday, December 6, 2001

07:54 a.m.

Pain is when your little sister wakes you up in the night and you realise that she's moaning about ways to get more neopoints. *thwaps Neopets on their collective heads* (take that both ways, if you want to. =P)

But later I'll be cycling with Jo-chan and Meia! I hope I remember how to cycle- don't think I've cycled ever since primary school. Four years really isn't that long when you come to think of it, but my memories of that time are fuzzy anyway. Bite me. Or actually, don't. ^^;;;;;

Kit, thanks! Pretear is a mahou shoujo series, as far as I can tell. It caught my eye at CC once, because the packaging on the cd cover was very pretty.. but actually I only got interested in it after hearing from Meimi-san that one of the characters is played by Koyapi. *takes a moment to sparkle* Koyapi!! (eheh.) From websites, though, it's supposed to be quite funny as well, so...

*waltzes off to check bicycle tires.

Tuesday, December 4, 2001

06:17 p.m.

*blinks at referrer screen*

Subaru Sumeragi Frigid Anou ne?

Tuesday, December 4, 2001

01:48 p.m.

Today, live on Green Tea Ice Cream.. *dramatic pause*

Watch Aine do the Sheep and Chicken show!

*facefault*

*squawk* Well, actually.. *looks sheepish* I apologise to anyone who's been trying to get me on icq for the past few days, because the messages have just been piling up and I think my sister erased some of them by mistake. (Plus there's something wrong with the history function of my icq, so I'm not sure if I missed a few messages.) If you've seen me online these past few days, I think it's my sister, who's been playing neopets. I've been, uh, playing Diablo 2 on the computer with no 'net. That is, uh, when the darned thing consends to work for me, and when my brother isn't mindlessly bashing up pixels on it.

Other than that, well, yeah, I've been playing lots of mindless videogames for the past few days. Some of them fighting games, which resulted in the ballsacker comment. (sidenote: *sparklesparkle* I have the title of the mysterious active ballsacker!) Yes, I do like to crouch down and hit my opponents in their metaphorical privates. That's because a)It's SAFE, darnit, and b)It's the only move I know how to do.

Yep, I'm a very lousy gameplayer. Very chicken, very cautious. I scream when I see monsters running at me in Diablo. But for some reason, what I saw of Silent Hill didn't scare me at all. =P

I'm not the one who has to play through it. Mwahahahah!

What I'm going to do is play Diablo, watch anime (Trigun, SMJ OAVs, and I want to get Nazca and Pretear sometime) and read manga.

Jo-chan, we have to meet up again sometime! I'm almost up to book 15 of Initial D, so when we next meet I can foist those and the KnMnM you lent me on you and load you up with almost thirty books! (Muahahaha) *coughs* All of my Initial D is currently with Meia, though.

Enough blogging for now. *wanders off in vague direction of the screams*

Sunday, December 2, 2001

01:40 p.m.

My brain is dead. (thank you, drive on, that is all..)

No, really. I've been offline for a few days, mostly owing to the fact that I've been spending all my time in bed since Alma Mater. Sleeping, reading, and then sleeping some more. I would have blogged about Alma Mater when I got back, only I was too groggy to do anything more than clear out my mailbox when I got back. Anyway- I have to confess, right now the event itself is nothing more than a rather vague memory.

I remember sitting, eating, watching people prance about on stage, and running around taking lots and lots of photos. What happened before the event itself is actually much clearer to me- if only because I was running around like a little mad rabbit before the event, and playing bridge until I sort of passed out. That was at around six? Seven?

I like playing bridge. So do many of my friends.

Things I learnt from my close brush with having my hair done at a salon and my makeup done by one of my friends' very talented mother- Hairspray is evil. Makeup is even more so. I wore my hair up, see, with the cost sponsored by my mother due to the "witch" effect, and I think she used up almost an entire bottle of spray getting it up and mashing the ends into a kind of explosion at the end. After I returned from the prom, I went to the toilet, spent a very painful eternity taking out all the hairpins (I still have them, I'll count them all sometime), looked into the mirror, and discovered that I did indeed have an explosion on my head. ^^;;;;;; The makeup was okay, just that it was rather hard getting it off.

Thanks to those, I didn't end up looking like a witch, sort of, although I think I'll be lending that dress to my sister for her costume party if she ever wants to go as a witch.

Ep. I painted one of her nails blue, because I painted all my nails blue at the anime allnighter, and she seemed fascinated with them when I got home. So was my grandmother, actually, when she caught sight of them, but she's the nice sort, so she didn't say anything apart from the normal exclamations of "Oh, so blue!". My parents didn't have anything much to say. I'm beginning to think that they were juvenile delinquents when they were young. *niko* Anyway, all the polish is off now, on my hands and my sister's. I think she panicked when she realised that she had a violin lesson and her big thumb was blue. *kirakira*

That's my favorite expression now, I think. Kirakira for Kira-sempai!! I would say more, but I think Regina would kill me. Irritated her a lot making up inane rhymes with "Oh, Potter you rotter" just before Alma Mater. And gushing about Snape. Which is a gush I think I'll save for later.

Or, hell, I'll just gush about him now. Snape! Snape! He poses! He sneers! He spits, "Ppotterr" with that really deep and delicious voice- /Heee./

Excuse me. I really do like Snape.

Now, for a spot of social blogging before my dad comes and tells me to go tidy up my room-

Jo-chan's back! Finally! *pounceglomp* And Ira's got a blog too...

More stuff to say, but I need to get off now. But I'm not even mad at my dad, because he got a scanner! And a new printer! And he's going to get me a new handphone! Now, if only he'd just buy me a euphonium and a cd burner, I'd be happy forever. (or, at least, until they start breaking down)

Wednesday, November 28, 2001

09:20 p.m.

The night before my alma mater (sort of like a prom) I wear my dress to show my family, and it occurs to everybody that I look like a witch.

Whoo.

Wednesday, November 28, 2001

08:28 p.m.

My sister and I don't share many interests. I like the same type of music that she does, but she doesn't like the type of music I listen to. And I laugh at her choice of shows and books usually. Lately, though, we've both come to like Harry Potter.

Bad. Really bad. And why? She came by while I was reading Harry Potter NC-17 fiction, and while I usually skim through the lemon bits, if she catches sight of "sirius" or "severus snape" one more time, she's going to come and stand over my shoulder. Dasukete!

Wednesday, November 28, 2001

03:31 p.m.

There is no one in the house but me. No idea when my parents are returning, but my grandmother says she'll be popping by with some bubble tea.

Bubble tea. Costs maybe 50 cents a cup (according to a friend of my mother's who set up a shop), and goes for at least five times the price. Strangely enough, people buy the stuff. Shops spring up all over the place- there's one in just about every shopping mall and housing estate in Singapore by now, I bet, and the ones I see seem to be doing well.

Sort of like the craze for Portugese eggtarts that sort of floated around Singapore a few years back, a food fad that seems to have died now. A shop in orchard that used to sell only Portugese eggtarts now sells bubble tea. What point to I wish to make by saying all of this? Honestly, I don't know. I like bubble tea.

Ah well. Watched Meia and Kaori parapara a little today at the arcade- it looks like a whole lot of fun, but I don't know if I'll ever be courageous enough to try it. Public exhibitionism really isn't my cup of tea, especially when it involves dancing. I already made a fool of myself in public when I tried the daytona- the first go, I came in 40th. 40th, on the beginner's course, with the beginner's driving settings. That was, of course, because I skidded over a patch of grass, tried to go through what I thought was a shortcut, and ended up reversing the wrong way. Heee.. I shouldn't be let near a real driver's seat, should I? The car would probably be wrecked.. At least the second time, I came in 28th.

Horrible, wasn't I? But I still like daytona.

Fixed the date up there, with lots of thanks to Flamebyrd. Heh, I feel really stupid, not to have noticed that the date on my computer was set to ten years after the one we're currently living in.

Eva-san, you had to pay to get your instrument fixed? I've only ever played school instruments or community band instruments, so I've no idea of the prices repairmen charge.. I recall a trumpet once which had the entire tubing detach itself from the bore of the instrument, which was scary in the "ooh look it's gonna fall" way.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

04:07 p.m.

Where was I? In orchard. Back from school, where I received my last report book from school and my testimonial- a small sheet of paper containing lots of nice (mostly made up) things about people. Laugh, I know I did at mine. Not that it wasn't a nice one.. I sound so ungrateful to the teachers who wrote it for me, although I amn't, really. It's a nice testimonial.

Oh well. Tired. Haven't been online much and don't have time to check blogs much because I have to be out of the house soon. There's going to be an anime allnighter today! *waves little flag* But I think I'm going to die. I have rehearsal tommorrow, by which time I have to figure out all the notes I have to play for the song we're performing, since the performance is on Thursday. I'm going to be balancing a smaller version of a Tuba on seven cm heels. >.< Boo for me. At least I'm not wearing stilettos.

Had a few things to say, I think, but my brain's a little dead now. I keep on thinking that I should be studying, that in a couple of days or so I should be having another exam that I haven't finished mugging for. Bad self. Or is that good self? It's surreal to think that I don't have anything else for the rest of the year to worry about. Except for my JC admission. And that's mostly because I have no idea what I want to /do/.

I really don't know what I want to do, where I want to go. Music's a risky option, and I can take it in university if I want to anyway without having to take it at A level, so I don't really have to take that subject. I could take it anyway, of course. And double math, which I've been thinking of taking, is looking more unattractive by the moment, mostly because people keep going on and on about how hard it is. o.O;;; Arrgh. I just wish I knew what I want to /do/.

Sigh. Having taken up precious time to indulge in angst and indecision online, I shall go shower, change, and pack.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

04:05 p.m.

My feet hurt. Ow. That is all.

Friday, November 25, 2011

08:27 p.m.

Watched half of Cats and Dogs at dinner with my sister tonight. She's holding up the cat plushie and doing unspeakable things to it ala movie style now. ahhhhhhhhh Somebody help me! *runs around screaming* My little sister is breaking my brain!!

And me has to go to school tommorrow. Shiawase Janaaaaai. Waah.

Friday, November 25, 2011

10:02 a.m.

So I went out yesterday and had coffeeness, then had to run off- literally, so that I wouldn't be late for band practice. Didn't know I was /that/ out of shape, but as it turns out I was early, so that's okay. I think.

Now, the band practice itself- (be prepared to hold ears for what may seem like a nonsensical rant) Arrgh. After just a few months of not touching an instrument, I sound like total and utter liquefied oozing pus. Not an understatement. Which means that I should be practicing- something I will be doing all this afternoon.

Plus, cleaning up the instrument. I need polish, autosol, slide grease, and valve oil- all of which I could possibly get from the petrol station next door, barring the polish, but I think I'll stick with Music Plaza's overpriced stuff. I know you can use diesel to oil the valves of an instrument, but it seems sacrilegeous, somehow. Even if the instrument is in really bad condition. Ick. Instruments aren't that hard to keep clean- even if, in its case, it's larger than a suitcase. (my old instrument, in its case, was larger than my suitcase.) I could excuse a Bass Tuba player for letting a little dirt accumulate here and there on the instrument- there are so many nooks and crannies where it's hard to reach, after all, but A PERFECTLY GOOD EUPHONIUM SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO FALL INTO THIS KIND OF SHAPE. >.<;;;

Dirt! Water all over in the slides! Unmovable slides! Sluggish valves! It took me several hours to clean my old instrument, and that was KEPT reasonably clean already. It's not that much work, really, just tedious.

*stares back at entry* I'm not like this normally. Really.

Ah well. At least that gives me something to do this one month, apart from watching anime and reading manga- although maybe my parents or the neighbors will have something to say if I glue myself to the computer while holding long notes. ^^;;;;;; Always wanted to try that, but somehow never had the chance.

Changing the subject, though- Kai-chan, that was a really wonderful Snape, I thought. A little different from the prose in that he's more understandable, I thought, but still good. *niko* Love his voice.. *wuvwuvwuv* which is deep and not!slimy but has this timbre to it.. heehee.

Shi-chan! You're not doing anything to my poor Dark Mousy..

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

11:18 p.m.

But, before I go, since ICQ seems to be unable to reconnect, Cool tree. (In the fic snippet you posted, I mean. ^^;;;;)

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

10:24 p.m.

See Aine walk. See Aine walk around Orchard Road. See Aine walk around Little India. See Aine walk to Sim Lim Square and Bugis MRT.

My legs hurt.

So do my shoulders, feet, and neck. Isn't it pathetic, that I'm only sixteen and I'm complaining like my parents do? More than my parents do.. but my legs really do hurt. Well, lousy little me.

I have a feeling they'll hurt more when I wear my new boots, but hey, boots! I've been wanting a pair since Weiss. Saying a lot, since Weiss is the second series I was interested in. Boots! With heels! I'll measure them when I feel that I can face a ruler again. Heels, I think, are lethal weapons. To anyone stupid enough to wear them, now including me. =P

(Modem. One more hiccup, and I swear I will call and bawl at the whoever's there.)

And I give up. The next time the modem's working, I send this and sleep.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

12:01 p.m.

Tired. Happy. But still going to look for Alma Mater stuff later.. which means I should be out of the house in, say, now. Bleh.

(But what I really want to do is crash and sleep somemore..)

Real entry latr. I mean, later.

My Os are over (even if my dad thinks that there may be a chance of someone spilling something and us having to come back to redo the exams) and I met lots of nicenice people yesterday and squealed with my friends and got some more birthday presents and I'm gonna watch RK OAV with my sister so that maybe she won't rag on me for my Japanese obsession and.. well, not very coherent, but I have to be off now.

Monday, November 21, 2011

08:42 p.m.

Because I went out today, because I actually did math in Orchard, because I have eight tickets to a show I was (note the was) afraid to watch sitting in my bag, and just because..

Alexiel Loves Kira Yes, yes she does! But love can be so twisted.. *snicker* Bad place to stamp, honey!

Anime Fanfiction Yaoi Haircut I sincerely hope that you're searching for a 'fic that involves haircuts, because otherwise that would not make sense, but coming after Kaori mentioned something about the Hana to Yume senseis having a very popular haircut for some of their characters..

*(insert random gorgeous HtY bishounen here) wanders in*
*hair waves in the wind*
*(insert other random gorgeous HtY bishounen* : Hey, I want to kill you/like you/want to have absolutely nothing to do with you. (HtY-sensei-tachi: Bwahahaha!)
The usual ensues.

A.S. Yaoi Fanfiction Michael X Lucifer o.O;;;;; Even Michael's on top now? *squeal* But then again, because Lucifer is hell is at the bottom all the time, he is everybody's uke...

Lucifer: Mock not the lord of hell.
Me: But you're a Koyapi character, and everybody knows Koyapi has hidden uke tendencies...

*coughs* Moving on..

Anime sex penetrating tentacles action

Me: ....
Me after staring at it: Try Kagerou Nostalgia. It's the only manga I've read that has it. Blatantly. Otherwise, there's always CLAMP and Angel Sanctuary to fall back on, plus the hundred myriad hentai manga that probably exist somewhere..

Ice cream gas Eh!? Zenzen wakarenai.. Food as a gas doesn't particularly appeal to me..

Ah well. I really need to get back to math now, but before I leave I will provide fans of X who have been following the later developments with a few random enriching Shakespearean quotes from Romeo and Juliet:

"Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes." ~ Friar Lawrence, (Act... I dunno, when we first see him.)

Eyes.

"I'll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent give it strength to make it fly." ~ Juliet, also when we first see her.

Eyes! *flees* Yessir, I go now..

Sunday, November 20, 2011

08:08 p.m.

Lit and Half-of-Amaths done, arrrr. Lit shot to hell, arrr. Wait, do I sound like a dog? Heheh..

Anyway, one paper left. One paper to freedom *chants like mantra* After which I will spend money, whine even more, and make like the wind (aka whirl about proclaiming that I WILL go where I like, then settle somewhat grumpily in some humid corner somewhere) - all in all, rather pathetic plans for the holidays. But hell, it's holidays, and yeah, holidays.

whee.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

08:53 p.m.

Just got back from birthday dinner. Full. About to burst. Walked half the way home instead of taking the car, but stomach still complaining. I also took the chance to take my sis to the manga store. She's starting to get interested in manga! Whoo~

Arigato Kit! (but I actually borrowed the whole set off Jo-chan, so it's okay) When are you free? Our 'O's end sometime next week, and we still need to take you out to lunch..

I received a couple of cards in the mail too, from friends, some of whom I haven't heard from in months! One of them was sealed tight and came with glittery white powder, which gave me a scare for a while, but the friend meant it as "showers of blessing", apparently. There's no one out there who really wants to kill me, right? ^^;;;;;;

I hear my birthday cake calling..

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

10:32 p.m.

My modem's having its thing again. It keeps on folding up with the pain. Ah, the fickleness of the inconstant moon- bad shakespearan puns aside, I think I'll call up the support staff people tommorrow and either bawl at them or have a nice talk.

(and there goes the connection again.) Awaah.

I've got myself hooked on another Hana to Yume series. Can I sell myself to the sensei-tachi? Their stories are all so funny and cute- except for maybe Angel Sanc. But even that has its funny moments. This series is called Never Give Up! , I think, and it's about a girl who looks like a boy who works as a male model to protect a boy who looks like a girl. And meanwhile gets harassed by various people whether they think she's a boy or a girl. The concept's cute, and the art is really good, even if the storyline gets a bit whirly and unrealistic sometimes. And the little omake bits make me wonder about how mangaka live.

Are they imprisoned where they work? Do they stay forever in a little cell with all their helpers? Are they all held in the greatest regard by their helpers? Do they always draw Midorikawa Hikaru-sama like that when he does their drama cds? Do they.. er.

(there goes the connection for the twentieth time since I started writing this entry.) Freud would say it wants its mother. Awah.

And thus I leave this entry with a heartfelt plea to everybody with the time, leisure and inclination to download Defend the Truth from Z/eta (this manga series I've been looking for but never found anything about) and listen to it. Listen to it, and then please tell me what Koyapi's trying to defend, because whatever he's singing, surely it can't be that..

Monday, November 14, 2011

09:50 p.m.

Oh dear. My name is Pimpin' Smurf- either that or Litigious Smurf. I've never sued anyone, but I think that pimping (the right people) could be fun.

Monday, November 14, 2011

07:54 p.m.

Well, gollygollyjoyjoy! Translation: Reading material! Reading material! Parents and annoying sis out of the house so I can do (almost) anything I want!

Actually, I could probably do anything I wanted to even when they're in, but I find it nicer when they're not because that way there's less nagging. Euw. Nagging. Even if I tend to do a fair share of that myself. Or tended to, I don't know which anymore.

I think I'm like my mother in that aspect, though maybe not quite as bad. When she nags, she nags. She doesn't always get her way though, because my family are all as stubborn as she is.

Went out again yesterday. *ignores conscience flashing the EXAMS! sign* Hey, it was worth it- got a pair of vaguely Aya-ish earrings (hear me moaning about how I want a kakkoii older brother to buy me a pair) for cosplay, as well as more initial D manga. Heh, I don't even have ear-holes as of the moment. But Aya earrings! *kirakirakira-hear-the-bad-angelsanc-cum-seiyuu-pun-which-I-doubt-anyone-gets*

Cleaned up my room sometime ago, too. For the first time in years I have empty drawers and neat drawers! Broke my back tossing lugging five huge bags of rubbish down the stairs, too- years and years' worth junk my mother's been trying to make me get rid of.

Old school notes- so I'm a nerd, or something, but how could I throw away the special paper my history teacher gave us on secret societies in Singapore? Or the layout of a Shakespearan theater? Or the essays I did nine years back which got pinned up in class? Then there were things like the music box my mom gave me with the broken phone on top, strings of shells, a broken prayer necklace from my grandmother, and five stone pieces from the Japanese exchange student who stayed with me six years back. And the pretty letters and little gifts that band people like to give.

I only threw away the broken things and the notes. You could probably call me a hoarder, and I'd agree with you, but thinking on it I guess it has something to do with the fact that I don't like change, and I don't like being alone. It's so strange to have empty drawers for once, but they'll fill up soon I hope.

Going through my old stuff also made me remember about a friend I had/have. We met a couple of years ago- didn't like each other very much at first, then grew very close as time went by. Calling each other every night, and then talking for hours and hours each time even though we saw each other in school every day. Sending notes, writing letters- the cutesy-shoujo-type friendship, I think I'd call it. That time, we got along very well even though we were very different.

Then she went away on a school trip, and when she returned the dynamics of the "community" we were part of had changed. We steadily grew apart- I'd grown closer to a new group, and each time we talked on the phone it seemed to get shorter. Then our personalities started clashing, I suppose, and there were periods of time when we were both angry at each other without knowing quite *why*.

I remember sitting down with her once after a long spate of glaring and cold shoulders to try and work out our problems. We talked for over an hour; but the weird thing was that neither of us knew why we were angry with the other, and all the talking we did didn't help one bit. Since then, I think the two of us became aqquantainces. When we meet, we smile at each other, say hi and bye, but then we keep our own ways.

I read the notes and put them in a folder. It's strange, how I feel now. Like I should be sad, but the sadness is only just passed?

Oh well. That was quite a long time ago, and I don't know why I wrote that. So on to more light hearted things, like referrer tracking.

Diarrhoea Blog: o.O;;;;;; Funky name for a blog though.
tasogare,yori,mo,kuraki,mono: Ack, someone let Lina loose! *looks for a place to hide*
Big top panic hentai: ERM.
Weiss Ice Cream: Strangely, I'm the first hit for this. Is it related to Aya ice? *thinks of Weiss and Ice-cream* Ooh, ideas..

And of course, in all over a thousand hits from "ice cream"....

Saturday, November 12, 2011

05:46 p.m.

JM, I would say your devotion to your obsession scares me, but then again.. *looks at light wallet ruefully*

E Maths today. It was a mostly okay paper, except for the fact that I couldn't do the number pattern questions. Oyaji called to ask about the paper, surprisingly- and then said that I 'studied too much' which is why I couldn't do them. Er. That's possible? *sweatdrop* I did /one/ emaths paper since the prelims. And leafed through several others, but nothing really intense. Well, bleh.

Then I went for lunch with Meia, since Kaori was nowhere to be found, incidentally learning a lot of things about biology that I would rather have not known. I think it's a safe bet now that I won't be taking bio in JC, because, um. I might die at thirty or earlier, the way I'm living, but learning of it scares me more. Squicks me more. Ignorance is innocence, and innocence is bliss, huh? But among other things I've also discovered the answer to "how do you solve the problem of a decreasing birth rate", so maybe bio isn't that scary.

And Regina, if you happen to be reading this- Viv and I will make sure that you are well educated in the ways of the bishounen!! *laughs hysterically* It's so long since I've actually talked to the two of you, even though we meet in school all the time.

Bleh. Time passes by so fast.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

08:09 p.m.

My favorite word for today: Um.

Yes, um. Because, um. Like getting through more and more episodes of Utena (I'm in the middle of my exams, why am I doing this?) which is BREAKING MY BRAIN. *cue sound of hollow ringing* Um, make that cowbell ringing. Or tower bells ringing. Or something.

Ow. Owowow. /Pain/. I think I lost my brain when I watched the maboroshi curry episode in its entirety. Pain. pain. How much crack can you ingest and still be coherent enough to create an entire series? Well, um.

My brain was broken yesterday too, by Masako, in the course of talking about the seiyuu for X and TB. She said that Sei-chan's voice sounded like Fujitaka's. Which would make Sakura the next Sakurazukamori, ne? *runs away screaming*

Then, to break my brain yet again, I read this. Dasukete kudasai. Brain. Slipping. Discorporating into separate motes..

Meia: about that quip regarding putting the bio back in? Don't tempt me. ^^ *runs* Really.

Waah. Pretty...

Which is all for now. All my brain can come up with, anyway.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

09:04 p.m.

So Winamp is showing angsty Subaru with "Kukku around the Clock" now.

Kind of fits my mood. The tough subjects are over, thankfully! (and except for some obligatory flipping of books at the insistence of mom I didn't even study today.) But that's enough about the subject.

Got myself more initial D manga (damn, I'm starting to actually /like/ the art-) and also started watching Shoujo Kakumei Utena, which Kaori lent me. Other than that, I also raided my dad's stash of Studio Ghibli dvds.

Love Studio Ghibli. They're just so good, and at times, so terribly /wrong/. This derives from the part where I rewatch Pon Poco and see the tanuki using their privates to block out the windscreen. They use them as parachutes, tools of scissors paper stone, and then they blow them up big to bash up riot police a la mallet-style.. The worst part is where the oldest tanuki has his privates stretched out to the maximum and transforms them into a treasure ship upon which all the tanuki sail away happily to heaven..

Pain. And then there is the slashy music video only six minutes long and of pop music, but I like, a very different like from that I bear for SKU, because, great good galloping gachuzpahs, how on earth does a kangaroo get loose on a school campus? How does a human being knock him unconcious with only one punch? (Touga topless, mmm..) How does a sword cut off a rose pinned to the shirt from the sky without cutting off the person's breast? How many times can I possibly think that Touga is sleeping with someone?

I'm only up to the seventh episode. (Why do they show that spiral staircase up the terribly penile column every single time she battles? Why? Why?)

And um, I'm just going to go back and watch some more.

Monday, November 7, 2011

09:10 p.m.

Why am I blogging? Why am I even online now? Why oh why oh why oh *socks herself in the face to shup*

Erm. Exams, yeah. Woke up early today, then got into something of a small screaming match with mom over using the toilet in the morning for too long. >.< But I don't think I was even there for five minutes, even if it was at some unholy hour in the morning and my sense of time was even more scewed than it usually is. Bleh. She apologised when she got home, and I don't think I'm still angry with her now, but crawd, was today a horrible day.

Excuse me. I'm whining, I'm being a horribly selfish little lucky brat. And I know it but still I'm whining. Why do we have to take practically the same exams over and over again? Why can't we just take it once, get the results, and leave? Three papers today, maths, chemistry mcq, and chemistry essay. Three papers tommorrow, the toughest papers, and all of them together. >.< That's geog essay and all of physics. Then I have a break on friday and the weekend, a maths paper on monday, and an entire one week break to study literature and additional maths. Well, hah hah ha. One week break, and then they cram three papers into one day. Crap!

I'm worrying horribly about Geography. Especially geography, because for all that I'm the geog representative for my class and people think that I'm reasonably proficient at the subject I'm really abysmal at it. Haven't done really well for geog since two years ago, and during the prelims I totally flunked. No matter what the school moderated result slip says. I like geography, I do. But there's so much of it to study. Bleh what they say about specialising in topics so that you don't have to study so much. Doesn't work for fickle me, who picks topics she didn't study that hard for just because she liked the way the question was put.

Now, riddle: I didn't really feel that stressed this morning. Not even through the exams. Not even during the breaks between exams. I was even going to post something lighthearted about volcanoes and relieving pressure. In fact Kaori and Meia, who were with me today, will probably be shocked when they see this post. So why am I freaking now? Erghh.

*returns to geog notes in comp, vowing to delete, delete, delete! when the blimey exams end*

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

09:02 a.m.

Early. Scandalously early. *yawns* Couldn't sleep much last night, even though that wasn't much of the MOS coffee that I drank. *yawns somemore* I am such a caffiene intolerant person. Or something.

*mumbles something and goes off to check blogs*

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

09:02 a.m.

Early. Scandalously early. *yawns* Couldn't sleep much last night, even though that wasn't much of the MOS coffee that I drank. *yawns somemore* I am such a caffiene intolerant person. Or something.

*mumbles something and goes off to check blogs*

Sunday, October 30, 2011

10:00 p.m.

And while I'm talking to inanimate objects, I might as well tell my modem to stop yo-yoing on me as well. And MSN messenger to let me login.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

09:39 p.m.

Winamp? Koyapi on Russian Sailors' Dance? You're trying to make me think of funny things, aren't you?

Sunday, October 30, 2011

01:16 p.m.

Well, for the record, the talk of orgasms was the whacko stalker's fault. Er, the idea that women who give birth in the sea while surrounded by dolphins have multiple orgasms. Or something. His fault. I was merely trying to make him understand that the reason why he identified with labour so much was because on some deep, dark level, he really loved it alot. And to further prove my point, he brought up the dolphin point.

I'm glad that I left a lasting impression. I still need to tell him that I am ddeepyly and madadldly in love with him.

NOT! *shudders* Stalkers and weird harassers deserve to be flushed up and down the toilet several times.

And in other worlds, I think that people might actually vote for the opposition if they didn't open their mouth so much.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

08:34 p.m.

Things that deep down inside I always knew but never came out with until now:

1)If you're not accelerating, you don't have any force.
(force = mass x acceleration)
2)If you don't have force, you haven't done any work.
(Work = Force x Distance)
3)So if you're not going faster, you haven't done any work. Any work at all.

Friday, October 28, 2011

12:45 p.m.

Waking up to find a message asking me how to write a suicide note is not the best way to start the day. So, woman, if you try that again, I will get my instrument and sit on you to squash you flat. Even if it was just advice for a fanfic.

My brother's watching the RK dub on central now. Why does Misao sound like a.. butch?

Thursday, October 27, 2011

11:33 p.m.

Me blur. Late it is, Mother not happy. Tired I am, bed I seek. This has been the work of someone who's not quite sure what she did, but did it anyway. Ja..

Thursday, October 27, 2011

11:26 p.m.

Lighterhearted words now, to make sure my brain doesn't blow up from actually /thinking/ seriously..

"Numba wanga superstar" ~ referring to Ryousuke. See Koyapi dress up in a cave girl outfit, complete with bone in hair and microphone..

The very cute way that Takumi blushes when Ryousuke goes near him.. which could be interpreted in any number of ways, but I like mine, which most people should know..

Takumi himself, the wonderfully perverse little boy. Got to love the way he makes so many people squirm and faint when they say something 'of earth-shaking importance', and he goes "haa."

Shingo and Takeshi worrying about other people mistaking them for being an item..

And, best of all, "Kyaa, Ryousuke-sama!" From Yuuichi, the middleaged gas store manager of all people..

Thursday, October 27, 2011

11:09 p.m.

After watching initial D, up to the third stage..

Ow. Some thoughts..

I like the characters. Almost all of them, except for that Seiji guy, because he's slimy, over-complacent and relies more on his car than he does on himself. Even then, though, I can't really hate him, because he really is loyal to his chosen leader- which shows that he can be civilized and stuff.

Heh. When I first watched the show, I wrote some of my thoughts down, and some of them sounded like this- "Brainless Monkey! Monstrous, uncivilized brute! The bitumen of cracking crude oil! Slime of the faeces!" (Yes, I was studying chemistry, and yes, I swear when I'm alone and angry. Even if it is for stupid reasons.)

I've decided that I really like Initial D. Not just for the slashy bits, or the exciting car races. Not even because of the voices, which are really very good. I think it's partly because it's taught me something.. normally I watch something and form very firm opinions about it almost immediately; I'm stubborn that way. And most of the time I can find things to justify my views to myself, even if no one else understands them.

In Initial D, the characters change and continually improve. Even characters which have committed mistakes in the past redeem themselves, or exhibit endearing traits. All of them have ambitions, dreams and hopes, and most of them suffer disappointment sometime in the series. Yet they pick themselves up, and go on. None of them are one-dimensional characters, and they grow as the series progresses.

Which is something I only realised at the end of third stage, but I got all the same...

Thursday, October 27, 2011

05:31 p.m.

To: My much vaunted DSL modem
Re: Cutting off connection over four times while I'm trying to download X episode 2.

Not funny.

In other worlds, I went out today to Bugis. Euw, the crowds. I hate crowds. It's probably some homicidal freak characteristic of mine, but I hate crowds anyway. Loud. No space. Frightening.

Oh well. Today's haul:
Initial D third Stage
more Initial D manga
Angel Sanctuary Drama cd (shared with Meia)

I like the Initial D manga. The art takes some getting used to, but it's solid reading. I wish I knew how to drive, or something, so that I could understand the driving better. Which pedal's the accelerator, and which is the brake, I don't even know.

What I do know, is how to count up to ten in Japanese. It's funny when they hold count-offs, because "Go, Youn, San, Ni, Ichi, Go!!"

(Five, four, three, two, one, FIVE!)

*pokes* Start the Reid/Keele thing, you. I wanna see.

Hmm. I think I'd probably be scared of a skin care company that didn't keep trying to sell me more stuff. Not because I have deep dark urges to sell my soul to a cosmetics company, but because I'd be wondering if they had an ulterior motive, or something. Better the evil I know, then the evil I expect to come popping out of nowhere behind me..

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

06:19 p.m.

They've been drilling somewhere behind my house since eight this morning. I'm at the front of the house. As far away from them as I can get, and I still can't hear myself. >.< I love construction work, I really do..

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

04:07 p.m.

New layout, courtesy of Kaori-chan.. everybody huggle her!

Where was I? Ah, selling my soul to Initial D. The art doesn't really appeal to me, but I got used to it. And strangely, I like the races. The CGs appeal to me. I think of centripetal force, frictional force, plus watts and newtons and endothermic reactions. I also have this strange urge to steal my dad's car and burn the tires..

Which of course, I will not. Normal driving scares me enough already. Anything over 80kmph makes me very nervous, and when my dad goes over 90 I freak. The very prospect of moving that huge mass of very flammable, very dangerous steel and what-not gives me the shivers. I'm very happy to watch and let other people drive me around, thank you..

But I bought the manga. I bought initial D manga. Which- oh well, moving on..

Moving on to Miyazaki! My dad got himself some dvds of studio Ghibli work, including this really cute one of transforming tanuki. Close to the end, the last head honcho of the tanuki transforms his privates into a treasure boat and sails away. There was also this scene where several kamikaze 'killkilldiedie' tanuki transform and use their privates in a very painful looking attempt to drive the humans away.

Not very delicate, huh? Perhaps "cute" wasn't quite the right word to use, but.. I can't remember the name of that work, but it was good, quirky transformations aside. Like most Miyazaki works, it has many underlying themes, although if this was meant to be shown to kids-!

The quote up there "Bad place to stamp, honey.." has a story behind it.

*big freudian spoilers for Angel Sanctuary*

Lucifer is hell. Hell is Lucifer. If hell feels any pain that Lucifer feels, we figure that Lucifer feels whatever pain that hell feels. And if hell is Lucifer, to be anatomically correct there should be a tower somewhere in hell, no? The forbidden tower of hell.. the rivers of blood flow.. in any case, enter Alexiel. Who, coincidentally has her sword with her, but that's another story. Did anyone ever mention that Alexiel's a sadist? See big imposing forbidden tower. See Alexiel. Watch Alexiel raise pretty spike-heeled foot. Watch Alexiel go "How would you feel if I did this, honey?"

*bampf!*

Watch Lucifer squirm. "Bad place to stamp, honey!"

Ehehe.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

11:29 a.m.

I don't have DSL. I have a huge cache of stuff. *is sad that her browser keeps on loading the old peeji*

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

11:09 a.m.

Testing? Hope this thing works. *grumble grumble atashi wa html baka* And I think I don't have dsl, I have caches..