Fairy tales are more than true: not because
they tell us that dragons exist, but because
they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
- G. K. Chesterton
.Chii.
23rd March (same as Minekura Kazuya-sensei)
21. Dragon. Aries. Atheist. Cynic. Lamer. Perfectionist. Packrat. Ngee Ann Pri. School choir.
Tanjong Katong Sec. School choir. Temasek Poly. Logistics & Ops Mgmt. · · ·
The University of Newcastle (PSB Academy, Singapore campus). BA of Communication.
.Wishlist.
48 hours each day.
iPod nano 2nd gen skin and pouch.
Phoenix, regarding Sunday's conversation, I think I'm just revelling in the long lost feeling of freely given attention and the vague possibility of the unknown. And... nevermind your suggestion about asking Julia because I have somehow tested it out accidentally. The reply I got was quite... strange, for the lack of a better adjective.
Anyway, if in the case of the situation becoming real instead staying as just some manipulative game that psyches up my mind while allowing me to practice my skill of extorting small advantages, I might have the courage to go for it this time.
After all, life's too short to waste on suspicions and mind games.
But first, let me awaken my frozen skills so I can throw in the bait and wait for the fish to bite; hook, line, and sinker.
Yay! Lovely*Complex episode 17!! The link is hidden though. Try finding it!
*Evil laughter*
Anyway, I went out with Phoenix to Parkway this afternoon because I needed a new pair of shorts. The zip tag of my old one broke off so... yeah.
Nix recounted the bizzare and irritating clubbing experience she had last night while I lamented that she should have been more evil about her actions. Still, she got a free meal out of it. I ended up not touching my leftover allowance for any of my spendings today because I changed the $250 Australian dollar my great-grandmother gave me last month (or was it two months ago?) into Singapore dollar and thus had an extra of $300 to spend.
I wanted to get two pairs of shorts but well, the alternatives didn't have any in my size. And as for the new pair of sandals that I've been trying to find since forever, there were none nice enough. Skipping pass that, I got a new hairband, light-brown rubber band (Phoenix: "What's with you and brown?!") and two black clips at Chameleon. Saw PQ there. The girl's getting professional about selling things haha...
Treated Nix to Scoopz ice-cream, mint and chocolate chips, while I had chocolate. What can I say, I'm a chocolate fanatic. Then, the girl realises that she's still hungry and we ended up in Sakae. Tried raw salmon for the first time. As long as I ignored the part of my brain that screamed "RAW!" at me, it's quite ok and not as bad as my mother made it out to be.
We had a chat there while taking up the space and prevented the people outside from coming in to eat *guffaws* It's the usual few topics ever since Nix told me about her encounter, which had sort of awakened that unsatisfied part of me (let me give you a clue, the word starts with a 'L' and ends with an 'O'). We both decided that we are not satisfied about a certain thing and had once again accertained the point that when wanting to talk freely about evilness in its pure essence, there is no one better to have the conversation with than each other.
I wouldn't mind Pauline though, but she had somehow disappeared off the face of the planet ever since her trip to Cambridge and I can't find her to finally confirm if the professors there really wore round glasses at the tip of their beaked noses and graded papers in the middle of the cold dark night, occasionally sipping at their coffee. Pauline dearest! Where art thou?
Getting back to the original subject, our final trip was to Popular where I succumbed to the temptation of owning the full set of 25 colours Stabilo point88 felt tip pens. Yes Nix, I am very content right now with the pens. There was an odd sense of smugness whenever I pull away the tab and let the pack flush out, spreading out all the colours. I'm so strange *laughs*
Well, it's a good that that for my sudden upsurge in wealth, I didn't spend an equally large amount although I still felt guilty about letting go of more than $50. It's ingrained already, I think, what with the overtly budgeted life that I had allowed myself to have.
Dammit, Phoenix! I still think that you should have persisted for the wallet. And when will you finish beta-ing my chapters20-22?
I have just finished the last Harry Potter book, The Deathly Hallows (yes, I'm slow. I know. Long story. I'll explain later), and I am very indignant about some parts.
How can Draco have a receding hairline?! That is abominable! A crime, you hear?!
And really, there were too many deaths in this last book that I had no choice but to agree with WY that JKR was writing a novel-styled funeral. Some weren't even necessary!
Yet, I somehow found humour in some tense parts of the story. After all, it's not every day you get to hear McGonagall shout "Charge!" while herding a flock of stampeding desks.
There were just SO many Harry/Draco hints throughout the book that I had to stop myself from laughing or making up some crazy innuendos about them so that I can move on to the next word. For goodness' sake, they were almost as canon as Sirius/Remus! Damn, speaking of those two, it's just one more thing I don't want to be reminded of for the time being. And I was expecting more interaction between Harry and Draco by the looks of how those deliciously slashy hints were dumped in dollops all through the book! Maybe in some sort of strange re-enactment of the moment when Draco asked for Harry's hand in marriage friendship those many years ago, only this time he would accept it instead of brushing it off in Ron's defence. Or perhaps Draco having an epiphany and thus decided to join in the final battle beside Harry, beside every other person retaliating against old Voldie and therefore bestowing them a tentative truce... Or this... or that... Grr... Need... more... FANFICTION!
But overall, it was okay. There was the usual twists in the plot of course. I had two minor twists in one page towards the end, mind you. Plus some other details and twists from the prior six books were resolved so that's fine with me.
Oh, I've just realised something. There are just enough swear-words in Deathly Hallows that made me wonder if this is still a children's book. Watch out for Molly Weasley's singular use of vulgarities near the end of the battle.
Regarding my unexpected slow reading speed... Really, I could finish the book in hours, but you have to understand that I had been reading in secret because (a) If my sister found out that I had the last Harry Potter book, she'd want to read it and (b) If my mother found out that I had the last Harry Potter book, she'd want me to let my sister read it.
Why am I avoiding the above two scenarios? You see, the book isn't mine. It's KY's. And knowing how my sister reads all sort of materials with a lack of tenderness and care, I wouldn't lend her any of my precious novels, much less one that belonged to someone else. Hence my regretfully shortened reading time, which was further shortened by my fear of being found out whenever anyone walked near my room.
Whew. Now that I'm done with the last book, I can safely check my Yahoo! mail, which I had been ignoring for the past week in case I accidentally read any spoilers that members of the Yahoo! Groups (Reyndor and HPCoF2) that I belong to will definitely send. Although I had spoilt that part about Draco's Dreadful Declining Hair Mass and the first death (that relates to Harry himself) accidentally myself. The first had me cursing at my own stupidity and then brought forward my decision to leave off my Yahoo! mail until I had finished Deathly Hallows.
All right, time for some serious (Sirius? Right, I have to stop myself from creating lame puns) slash fanfictions.
'Burping sarcasm'. 'Mating handphones'. And thanks to SL, 'Vomiting lamenesses'.
It's a wonder how I even come up with these things.
I went to Tampines Mall with SL and Samantha (my dear Salmon-tartar-sauce) today after my lectures because Sammie had free movie tickets. We watched Transformers, by the way. Yes, we are very much outdated, we know. Anyway, I can do Cybertron talk! All right, not as impressive as Stitch talk, but still!
Damn, Transformers was so cool! And we saw the trailer for Hairspray. Zac Efron! (Yes, the same guy from Disney's High School Musical) I wanna watch Hairspray! Anyone interested?
On another subject, I was just thinking that it should be a natural thing. So natural that you'd almost take it for granted. So natural that it's always there but you've never realised that it is. It should be simple, although never easy- because hardly anything's easy- so it would feel both so natural and so simple that when you finally acknowledge it, there's no need for extravagant or lengthy explanations. More like something sliding into place, a light finally flickering on at the back of your head, sudden realisation... Still, stuff like that are difficult to come by and to admit to, especially when coupled by our inborn instinct of suspicion and scepticism.
Well, let's see. My mother walked off right after watching that video, too tired of their lame topics to even laugh or comment on their audacity to compare these two governments. By the way, my mom's Taiwanese. Just makes you wonder how many of them still believes in their government (because it's easier to count that way).
What's wrong with Temasek Holdings being rich? I'm just biased here because I study in Temasek Poly, but hey, two words: "sour grapes".
And what's that with us not speaking out against our government? We know that their actions are for our good, no matter how much we may hate the increase in GST because we're safe here, our country is stable, our government is doing its job (no matter how monopolistic it may look to others) and look! No childish fights in the parliament!
So what's the point of complaining about something that can only improve our country in the long run? We know when to speak and when not to. It makes things more efficient that way, something that apparently Taiwan's government hasn't learnt yet.
One easy way to compare these two governments:
The number of people emigrating from Taiwan to Singapore VS The number of people emigrating from Singapore to Taiwan
Sometimes I think that I'm too good a listener and just too incompetent a speaker. Granted, having a good listener around is something anyone would wish for from time to time, but it'll be nice that the listener who wants to speak can have people listening to him or her for a change.
Sometimes I wonder if I had ever been taken seriously. I mean, my own lame jokes and crappiness aside, there are times when I have things to say and no one bothers to listen just because it'll be just another deliberately-difficult-to-laugh-at joke/pun that only I am capable of making. I know that I'm not a people's person, and that I'll be very glad to be any person's people if ever needed. Still, it might be a good experience to not be unheard and to not be considered only as an afterthought.
Sometimes I talk to myself and run silent conversations with my inner child at the back of my head. I let my thoughts run unhindered, brash, uncontrollable, and I can't help but confirm that no one really understands me. Sure, people know me- sarcastic, cynical, full of lame things to say, dependable, doesn't know how to reject others' requests (believe me, that is one difficult habit to break)- but that's only half of me. Well, normal people don't go around proudly parading their darker thoughts, showing off their sadistic nature in all its glory, or openly speaking about how yaoi/slash stories and mangas are actually a good read and so totally hot. I don't intend on scaring away my friends so fast yet, seeing as only my secondary school friends and Phoenix are the bunch of people who are closest to knowing the extent of how dark I can be.
I know what I look like to most: always with a strange joke to tell, silly puns spilling all over the place, but I have my own insecurities; everyone has them, no?
Let's see, how shall I start?
I'm scared about sharing a life with someone until the end of my existence. I find that notion about 'forever, 'til death do us part' is horrifyingly intimidating. Don't even get me started on things like realising each other's strange habits, tiny quirks, the "I need to separate the chopsticks from the fork and spoon everytime because he doesn't" kind of small things, the "I need to curl on my side to sleep comfortably but he wants me lying straight so he can cradle my head" crap of a sleeping arrangement... Goodness! How will I ever survive a marriage?
I fear about never getting a good enough job. There is this thing about working in a dingy cubicle typing out documents after documents of crap until I retire (or unluckily, get retrenched) that sets off my anxiety about any possible future working life. Or that I'll never get to learn what I've wanted to. There's that Japanese language where I'm still stuck at simple sentences like "Anta wa aho da! Watashi no muchuu ni omae wa chiisai no bakuteria da! Zenzen mitsukenai!" I don't even know if that sentence structure is correct. And I have Latin lined up after that. Then there's ballroom dancing. Don't you find tango very intriguing? I've thought about learning geology or astronomy in university, besides my own business course. Mathematics popped by my mind once but given that I went Poly instead of JC, I don't have an A's certificate to prove that I actually am proficient enough in that subject.
I fear that no one reads my blog. Let me have a quiet laugh at that. Or at myself. Because, well, I've started this blog as an outlet for my thoughts, my ramblings... You know, crazy me-stuff. Yet there's so much more here that defines who I am because there are things I say here that I don't in person. So many thoughts that no one bothers to listen to when I speak of them- in person. There's another side of me here, or a continuation of me, in this little cyber space where reality and virtual reality bend so much you'd feel them criss-cross, interlink, blend and are almost meld into one. It's easier to speak freely here. No looks of surprised horror, unbelieving stares, no one to disregard me (because I won't know anyway and that can't hurt at all) and no one to interrupt whatever it is that I want to say. Yes, I fear that no one reads my blog because I'm narcissistic that way, and people'd understand me just THAT much more if they took the time to read what I say instead of skipping right to what they want. As of now, I'm hesitant about posting more links to Lovely*Complex, because really, it doesn't feel good to know that my blog- and ultimately, I- am being used as a mean to get to the end.
Let's just say that I'm feeling a little insignificant as of... eons ago.
I fear that I have no one to share my life with. Yes, I'm contradicting myself. I'm just strangely wired that way, full of ironies and contradictions. I don't see myself anywhere in the future where I have someone standing next to me. I don't see why there can be anyone who is actually willing to share his life with me. I just don't think that there will be anyone who remotely wants to be around a psychotic lameass cynic like yours truly until 'death do us part'. It is more likely that I'll be alone for the whole of my adult life until my age breaks the sixth decade barrier, where my only companions then will be stray cats that no one but an old, wrinkly and creaking-at-the-joints lady like me will be bored enough to take in. Of course, that life wouldn't be complete until I kick the provabial bucket halfway through my dream when I'm asleep on a rocking chair.
I guess I'm scared of both alternatives to that topic. Damn, I'm feeling so ancient right about... now.
I don't know if it's all that angst acting up, or perhaps it's just some lovely hormonal imbalance brought about by the inevitable biological cycle of my period, but I'm just THIS much more irritable today.
People not listening, me needing to repeat myself 41978 times whenever I say something, people not realising that I've been talking, people not realising that I've been asking them something, people not realising that I've been speaking to them, people not realising that I can't go up and present my tutorial answer because I so totally do NOT know what the hell is written there at all...
And to think that I've went though not a lot of problem at all- but still anxiety-ridden enough sort of troublesome- getting enough student matriculation cards to book five hours of the study room (who in their right minds don't bring their student passes to school, huh? HUH?) only to find out that all slots are full for tomorrow already, then going our school library to book a project room instead and just after I logged into the system, right before I could check which rooms are available, hey! Someone suggests just doing our project on the floor!
Right! Silly me, why go through the trouble of making sure that there's a large enough table, air-conditioning indoor space, enclosed area so we could bring our lunch up to eat in secret when we could just
do our project on the floor!
Damn! Why didn't I think of that? It must be heavenly, rubbing our butts on the dusty-who-knows-what-stepped-on-what-had-been-dragged-across floor! I totally forgot that we could share the space with the dust mites and have a hell of a picnic with the millions of dust bunnies scampering around us!
I feel so stupid! Wouldn't you feel that too, if you were in my shoes? Or sandals, I was wearing my sandals then. Project discussion, on the floor! I know I feel stupid already!
As of now, I'll just say what I want. No more repeating, no more getting people to listen if they missed out on the first time. No more grasping for their attention- because really- it's your loss, not mine.
I am fiddling around with Photoshop and surfing through loads of online tutorials. In preparation for Aki Kitsune, I've been messing with eye colours since yesterday.
Okay, my editing skills aren't that good yet, I'll admit that. Hmm... this wouldn't reveal too much about AK, would it?
I have a feeling that I'll never learn how to use fully utilise Photoshop. And I'm getting the urge to draw again. It's just that I am painfully aware that my skills aren't as good as they once were. Even just being mildly rusty was grating on my nerves; I feel sad and depressed when I flip through my old sketches. Well, I'll have to start investing in 180gsm papers and colour pens because I really want to do something about my laughable colouring skills. Then, when I know how to use Photoshop at a less embarrassing level, perhaps I'll try to do some illustrations for Aki Kitsune.
Speaking of that, I have loads of plot inspirations. Not just for AK, which I am still a distance away from completing, but for other stories that are waiting to sprout from the deep figurative soil of my laptop word documents.
Thought I'd list them down, because it looks nice, as if I'm some professionally amateur author and because I'm bored. Please bear with the Japanese terms, because I'm a fanatic that way.
.: MULTI-CHAPTERS :.
a. Shiki Chronicles (aka. Four Seasons Chronicles)
1. Aki Kitsune (Work-In-Progress):
Protagonists: Kuromura Aki, Torikawa Sekai
Well, I'm done laying down some explanation for Aki's past and more will be revealed towards the end of the story. Where else would the suspense come from if I had explained everything? Shame on you, if you've never heard of AK until now. This story has been up since last Christmas, or earlier than that. Go read it if you've haven't. I'm typing chapter24 now, by the way.
2. Atarashii no Kisetsu aka. New Season (Upcoming):
Protagonists: Hasegawa Aoi, Kawasaki Kaoru
This one's going to be less angsty than AK, more playful and- dare I say it- flirty. I'll attempt to write heart-racing scenes and also heart-wrenching scenes. Believe it or not, I have an ending all done. The beginning chapter is done too, although I may use it as a prologue or cut out a part of it to be the prologue. It's about... adventure? Somewhat about adventure, self-discovery, inner-growth and fending off instinctual reactions of teenage hormones and confusions. Expect some Japanese-anime-manga-ish fantasy stuff. No Evangelist-Sailormoon-crazy-outfit-madness, I assure you.
3. Yukichou aka. Snow Butterfly (Upcoming):
Protagonist: Yuki, full name not decided yet. Ditto for male lead.
I'm going to base this off a little off my one and only experience on relationships. The things I had to go through, the notions, the conflicts, the lessons learnt... Yeah, those rubbish *shrugs* This one's more musically-based, like, a band or something. I predict that I'll be draining out major volumes of brain juice for lyric-creating.
4. Natsu no E aka. Summer Picture (Upcoming):
Protagonist: Tsukino, Katsuya. Full names not decided yet.
Think Hanazakari no Kimitachi e. Think Lovely*Complex. Minus the boys' school and minus the tall-girl-short-guy-banters. Add in the comfortable friendship, constancy of each other's presence. Slight angst (because I'm an angst-junkie) but will still make you break a gentle smile at the two leads.
b. Déjà Vu:
Protagonist: Name not decided yet. Female though. I'm seeing a pattern here.
I've wanted to try a story involving time travel and time paradoxes. Perhaps I'll attempt writing an Alternate Universe this time. In this story, the female lead is not the usual angsty-but-secretly-kind-person, nor the innocent-but-fiery-when-provoked-by-a-certain-individual, and definitely not someone you can ask a favour from. She will be somewhat selfish and she sees people as a mean to attain an end. A person you wouldn't want to make friends with, and if you already did, you'd avoid stepping onto her figurative tail. Anyway, she meets someone, courtesy of a death and she gets on a journey to reverse that death. That's as vague as I can put it to prevent too much of the plot leaking out.
c. Bait of Blood (tentatively titled):
Protagonist: Anna, temporarily named.
I got the inspiration for this from Phantom of the Opera. Strange, I know. I'm weird that way. Anyway, there's no phantom in this story of mine. No sudden bursts into songs. Although, it's a vampire story, hence the title *points upwards* A little spiteful, a tad rebellious and a touch melancholic. Oh, the different things I want to experiment on.
.: ONE-SHOTS :.
a. Five Senses Collection
I'm done with the Touch ficlet and there's still four more to go. I have some ideas for the Sight ficlet but they're all over the place and I'm having trouble putting everything together coherently.
Remember the one time I mentioned CaVG? I haven't gotten about to write it. Damn.
2. Harry Potter: Soap Gets In Your Eyes
Pairing: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
Strangely, that wasn't my first OTP* of this fandom. And this would be my first attempt at crack!fics. If it ever gets written/typed out, that is. The title and the whole plot of it came to me one day when the title of the song "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" popped into my mind mysteriously. Told you I'm weird.
Yup, those are the stories/plots that have been swimming in my head, trying to get out. And I have a feeling that it'll be a very long time before I can finish all of them.
*OTP: One True Pairing. For your information, my first OTP for Harry Potter was Sirius and Remus. Which reminded me, Chong guffawed at me when I told her I read Harry Potter fanfictions, afterwhich we got into another conversation topic of slash-fanfictions.
Well, I've attended an NE (national education) forum today at TP's auditorium after lectures ended today and- oh my gosh- the effect of 'refreshments' on people.
Considering that it's free, as a pre-requisite, it all looked like a personification of hundreds of lions scrabbling at a single dead zebra, as if they've never eaten for a whole decade- must have free food!- and I'm not even going to comment on how those late-teens pour on the chilli sauce.
Come on, getting desperate for free chilli sauce? And it wasn't as if the food was nice. The drinks provided tasted like cough syrup.
COUGH SYRUP, for goodness' sake!
Anyway~ I met Chong (we all call her by her surname because since secondary school, the classes she'd been in had other girls with the same english name as her and we needed to avoid confusion) on the bus on the way home. Coincidentally, she was on the way to Parkway and I made her trip more fulfilling by telling her where I bought my Ouran High Host Club wallet. It was nice and liberating, to have someone who has the same amount of passion for mangas as I do. Not to mention having the same fetish for yaoi manga. And thank goodness for the lack of changes; she was still not as intimidating as she looked, what with her many and various piercings (I do hope that she stopped getting more, I've lost count somewhere after piercing number ten).
Oh wow, when was the last time since I've had any conversation with anyone who remotely accepts yaoi manga? KY doesn't even count, considering she sort of outgrew that kink.
Yaoi is good, all right? Slash is good, believe me! Yaoi manga and slashy fanfiction is nutritious for the soul! Let's not be so close-minded about other possible dynamics of any relationship, shall we?
From weekend TODAY July 14-15 2007, pages 16 to 17, titled "XTRA- ATHEISM vs RELIGION: Tug of War for American's Soul"
'Jesus as depicted in the bible does not exist. God does not exist. And therefore, I deny the holy spirit. I'm going to hell, thank you.'
Yes, I'm an atheist too, in case my past blog posts weren't obvious enough.
Oh yeah, my mother told me to bring my sister to my grandfather's house this afternoon so that we can watch the CSI 3-hour rerun "marathon" thing because we missed this week's episodes thanks to the television set that I DID NOT SPOIL.
Only when we reached my grandfather's house did we realise that LO-AND-BEHOLD! darling grandpappy did not have the channel that CSI was showed on. I just absolutely love it when mommy dearest forgets that SHE was the one who cancelled our grandfather's subscription to AXN channel from SCV seven years ago, then told me to buy lunch and spend three hours at my grandfather's house where there's no internet for me to keep up with any updates my group might have about our project.
*Breathes* *Takes a deep breath*
Anyway, my sister and I wasted time walking to-and-fro and ARGH! I ended up loading the episodes online while my sister watched Tim Burton's Corpse Bride beside me on my father's other laptop.
Ugh. Such frustration.
But still *sidesteps pissy mood* one thing good about Sundays:
Ugh. I didn't realise it was Friday the Thirteenth until YL told me in the middle of my rant about how sluggishly efficient bus 15 was.
Although, not much bad stuff happened today after my run-in with that dumb bus. I knew there was logic for not being superstitious.
*Ahem* Something really good and unexpected happened today! I saw that eye candyAGAIN! Go read this entry if you're confused by me.
Talk about proximity! We almost had to be stuffed in the same tiny lift together (my eyes have selective sight at strange times and they insisted quite vehemently that the other people between us DO NOT exist)! Alas, he had to forgo taking the lift because he's with a group of people I'm assuming to be his classmates and so they decided to wait for the next lift together.
DAMN! I knew there was another reason why I hated the lifts being so small.
And I abruptly remembered another highly embarrassing snippet of my Primary school memory. I couldn't believe how I could just forget those, especially when they had been highly nerve wrecking back then. Of course, it had to involve that guy. Like- duh- thanks to him, all my almost thankfully forgotten pre-pubescent past are resurfacing without my permission. Great, I had to relive that *facepalm* moment again eight years after.
Anyway, I am suddenly in the oldies mood, again. That was sort of brought on by MediaBizRadio, the radio station run by TP's Communications and Media Management students, and played in our Business school canteen. Somehow, they like to play horrible so-called "hip-and-in" songs of the twenty-first century during peak hours and in contrast, nicer songs of the past, when the place is near-empty.
So, as I was saying, I heard this old song while wasting brain cells on my LOMe project in the canteen during non-peak hours:
My lessons today ended at 1pm but I've extended my stay in school by almost four hours.
Why? All the better the environment to do my LOMe project, my dears!
Anyone who knows me long enough would know just how lazy and distracted I can be when in the comfortable and familiar surroundings of my own house (regardless of the fact that my house's ONLY television set somehow shorted its fuse. I must insist that I was NOT the one who spoiled it. Dammit, I had to miss my two-hours of CSI and CSI:Miami *mumblegrumble*). I seem to remember that most times, I would procrastinate for one whole week before rushing out a thousand words of Aki Kitsune at the last possible moment.
Ahem. Back to the subject. I am now in the TP Business School canteen to attempt completing as much of the data entering on my laptop as possible in an environment where I won't be distracted. Well, I'm not sure if I should be proud of myself but I could always find ways to NOT to my proper work. Which explains why I am now using the school's wireless network to blog in an excuse of taking a break from the assignment.
Go, me! The most failingly failed failer to have ever failed!
And I've decided to put Aki Kitsune on a teeny tiny hiatus for now, because both Phoenix, who happens to be my Beta, and I are now too busy with projects and whatnots to churn out some decent semblance of output.
Not to worry though, I'm still writing from time to time and to reassure those who read AK, I've completed chapter23 last night. It's the longest chapter to date with just over 2900 words and no matter how I try to shorten it, this length seemed to suit it the best.
8:50 pm
I've finally bought the two things that I spotted that day at the new Comics Connection outlet at Parkway!
First is the Final Fantasy X-2 necklace!
I saw an amber pendant from Shakugan no Shana. It's cheaper than this pendant but the workmanship isn't as good.
Ouran High Host Club! I love the pretty picture on the box =)
Leather! Although, I'm sure it's fake. Don't the logo and the words look good? The box is all satiny inside!
And it opens up to two plastic holders for photographs. Now I'm finally able to put in the photo card I have of Teppei. That's my student matriculation card on the left. I've put it there just for fun, to be sort of like Haruhi's (the protagonist of the manga) own wallet and student pass. Only, she'd have it stuffed full of savings coupons from various stores and supermarkets.
That's the stuffed toy I got for my 16th birthday from my secondary school friends. And yes, the dog has wings. Adorable, no? That black and white thing is the new (now not-so-new) blanket my parents bought at Ikea. It has a white background on one side and black on the other. It's thicker than my previous blanket but still so comfortable!
My crumpler! A gift from my polytechnic friends for my 19th birthday.
Hmm... Doesn't that name look familiar?
This is the jacket I got from Converse that afternoon before YM, YL and I went for the LOM camp at the beginning of our term break. Courtesy of my secondary school friends, who gave me a Converse voucher.
It has a hood! And it's thicker than my black converse jacket! Best of all, it has very long sleeves! Just my kind of jacket. So content with it.
I absolutely adore the metal zip tag. Don't the worn-out metal colouring just look so attractive?
I have a ton of work piled up and waiting just for me to get them done with. This semester is such a pain in the posterior area.
Kimura Kaela!
Got it from WY. Turns out that he had a song of hers that I've been looking for since long ago.
Sunday! I love this day because the lastest episode of Lovely*Complex anime is always uploaded on Sundays! Click for Episode13!
And to keep up with my story posting schedule, Chapter19 of Aki Kitsune is up! Here it is on my website. Use the sitemap if you can't find the page. As per normal, it's here on FictionPress too.
