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20061126 : 3:28 PM
weird dreams i have had of late. i remember the first one vividly. it was one of the scariest -but also most ridiculous- i have ever had. in it, Da and i were at East Coast fishing. [we did not own any fishing rods in reality, nor did we have any interest in fishing] he jumped into the water to catch fish with his bare hands [in the first place, East Coast waters were too polluted to have any abundance of fish, so how was this possible?] and a shark came barrelling right into him and chewed off his legs. [seeing as the water was only hip-deep, i don't see how a shark came roaming into such shallow waters.] he began to sink beneath the waters, and his body -or, half of it- floated to the open sea. i was frantically looking around, but no one seemed to have seen the whole thing. i was hysterical. "My Dad got attacked by a *beep*ing shark!" i was screaming, but no one believed me because it was so ludicrous. i spotted my Da's body, now a dark silhouette in the water in the distance. somehow i knew he was alive, but barely. i ran all the way to Punggol, where the fancy-schmancy yachts were [how on earth did i do that?] because the President was there. [once again, another questionable scene] i barged right in and screamed for his help [what happened to the bodyguards?] and he agreed. he gave me a couple of Coast Guards and a motorized rubber raft. [what happened to the highspeed motorboats?] well apparently the highpower ones were inadequate in these waters. [that doesn't make sense] by then, it was night, and the moon was large. i could still see that dark spot in the horizon, and i got so panicky i dove into the water and began swimming towards him. [heck, i could even see Malaysia's coast in the distance, how on earth is that possible when we're geographically in the wrong spot?] just as i was about to reach him, i woke up. it may have been awfully ridiculous, but there was a deep fear when i sat up. Da wasn't around, he was overseas then, and i was seized with this horrid feeling of anxiety and fear. i was so afraid. another one was about ghost-hunting. no, it wasn't a nightmare. it was prolly due to the fact that we had been swapping ghost sightings a few hours ago in Manga class. well, we were once again somehow in the void deck area near East Coast [again!] and then we were gonna check out some ghost sightings, we turned the corner, i saw some ghostly greenish guy zombie thingamajig and screamed my head off. then we were all turning and running and screaming like hell. the end was too hazy to recall. then there was one influenced by the fact that i've been doing late-night screenings of Full Metal Panic. Sousuke appeared in my dream [!!] and he was gonna get captured by some people again and i was chasing after them in a taxi and we got carted to some private airport in the East [again? is this some sort of sign] and we managed to break free and we were running like the wind for Changi. *twitch* weird, right? yesh, something's wrong.
20061125 : 11:59 PM
i am starting to have mixed feelings about my part-time job now. on one hand, i'm starting to dislike it a lot. the people who work there with me as well aren't exactly very friendly -not that i expected much anyway- and i'm basically nonexistent unless i'm ignorant about something or if i screw up. so now my afternoons are pretty much uncomfortable and tedious, because i have to *beep*ing stand behind the *beep*ing counter all day and unable to talk freely because that other part-timer is also antisocial. on the first day, i was grinning like mad. on the second day, i was stretching my mouth to pass for a smile-grimace. however, i can't voice my complaints because i could get a pay cut, or worse, fired. :( and if i say stuff like these, i might get made out to be picky/spoilt, and i certainly don't want that. but HONESTLY, you'd think these people would be FRIENDLIER.
20061123 : 11:48 PM
and today was my first day at work at Polar's! [not Polar bear or anything lame, but Polar's puffs and cakes] *thinks for a bit* well. i guess it was just another ordinary working day, save for the fact that i was all antisocial -hey, you can't blame me for that, i can't possibly act all chummy with my co-workers when i know them for less than five minutes, can i?- [ooh "co-workers" makes me sound like i've really graduated into the adult world!] seems like there's also another guy who also just came onto the Polar scene, same age as me, but he finished his Ns and he's more, shall we say, fluent in Chinese, so we kinda have a communication blockade because i've flung all means of Mandarin talking out of my head. and what the POX! i almost mistook the guy at the cashier for a girl. >_< ah, i just love my hair. not that i'm narcisstic, but i just adore my purple hair extensions. and plus i got them from different shops, so i have a range of shades now! kakkoi!! the canvas class is starting to appeal less now that i've opened my eyes a bit more. first up, the studio people are like, totally prejudiced against us, prolly because Poxy is waay cooler than them, the no-life folks. so our presence at the studio is majorityly ignored, save for when we need something or when they order us to clean blah up. and Poxy just had an argument with one of the no-lifers recently because that stupid pig came up to her and went like, "oh, you-orh got to pick up the newspapers lorr~!" in that sort of 'oh ho ho ho ho i work here and you don't and hence i have the power to talk to you like i'm talking to a four-year-old' tone. which pissed her off as they were practically the same age, and i supposed it was because that pig looked ten years older and hence was jealous of Poxy. *laughs* second, some stupid PRIG who also takes the canvas class is so f*cking full of his bullshit that he doesn't realize that he's absolutely rotten. i mean, come ON. just because we accidentally placed our bags on top of his artwork doesn't mean he has to act all huffy about it. *rolls eyes* it's not like we splattered our bags with paint/mud before flinging it on your precious little artwork, and it's not like we knew they were yours. if we could mistake that stack as scrap paper, well obviously your artwork isn't very presentable in that case, eh? *on the rampage now* Poxy says he's too self-absorbed, but i say he's too SELF-ABSORBANT. stupid idiot butthead.
20061116 : 6:04 PM
IT'S OVER! YESH, THE BIG Os ARE OVER!! *screams and jumps up and down* .. but strangely, once the initial five minutes of euphoria have passed, they leave me feeling once again hollow and empty. "ok, the Os are now over, and guess what, there's no point in my life hereon." that kinda feeling, you know? i think my future three months will be filled with me aimlessly wandering around the house, flipping channels, brainwashing with youtube, stoning in front of the closed windows, etc. in the past, our lives were constantly kept busy and always, we were in anticipation. it dint seem so long ago that we were moaning for the Os to hurry up and get it over with, so that we could party like hell, but now that this day has come.. in the past, we always had something to look forward to, namely the end of the Os. it was always "after the Os, we'll.." "let's do this after the Os.." but now that it's over, the days are strangely melancholic and hazy. not literally hazy, but it's a hazy feeling you get, as if time has come to a standstill in your life. did all that make sense? i hope it did. it's hard to explain. i used to think that i would love to spend hours lying in some deserted meadow, staring at the sky with its endless depths of blue, and just feeling.. nothing. but the harsh reality is, in barely less than fifteen minutes, i will get overwhelmed by all sorts of bugs, my clothes will be stained with dirt, and it will prolly start to rain on me. that sort of naïvety always kills me.
20061108 : 11:12 PM
you know how sometimes that voice in your head suddenly switches to Loudspeaker Mode and every single thought is being amplified and it's so loud and you wanna stand up and scream but you can't because you're right damn in the middle of an exam? that's kinda what happened to me. so i was stoning there, glaring at my paper and desperately praying for that voice in my head to shut up. and i think it's happening to me again. well because instead of studying [more] for my Biology paper which starts in 9 hours, i'm FREAKING OUT HERE. you can't tell? yeah well, i don't usually FREAK OUT in front of people.
20061107 : 11:34 PM
*yawn* i've been SOO bored for the past 4 hours. *stones in front of the computer* so right now i'm just mass-printing sheets of paper for my Da's dessert shop. XD *sweatdrop* that's how bored i am. oh and i FINALLY GOT THE A LOVE TO KILL OST how cool is that?! XD hate the show, love the bgm. call me psycho bgm lover. XD see, i'm so bored i'm ranting on my blog when i'm supposed to be dieding in preparation for the English paper tamorrow.
: 2:39 PM
.. and today is yet another free day. *grin* tomorrow's English, but i'm not really concerned about that. the one i'm really anxious about is the day after tomorrow [ooh sounds like the end of the world, you know that movie? XD lame], which is the Biology paper. oh and we're also having the Geog paper after that, how lovely. NOT. it's the entire Bio paper, so after writing like a gazillion words for the essay part, we get a nice little hour++ break before our hands get treated to yet another hourhalf of fastforward speed writing. >_< Da finally got shopspace in Cheenatown, hooray for him. although i haven't seen it yet [later i'm going down to check it out] from what i heard from Moma, it's kinda rundown and there are holes in the walls. O_o oh well, mebbe after Os i can grab a couple of people to paint it for him.
20061102 : 6:37 PM
la dee la~ Literature in English Paper 1 we just had today.. *big spastic grin* it was.. ok. so-so. i've never fancied the English Teacher much, but i absolutely adored Unseen Prose/Poetry. Family Entertainment, eh? *secret giggle* talk about sardonic humor. XD suddenly i'm hooked onto Paris Hilton's Nothing In This World. XD maybe i AM going nuts.
20061101 : 11:35 PM
i stared at the plastic bag. was it just my imagination, or had it just crinkled? i squinted. the window was shut, so it wasn't the wind. what was it then, to have made the plastic bag crumple and crinkle like that? i hurried into my room and thrust my specs onto my face and ran back into the kitchen. gingerly, i lifted the bag, my nerves alight. there was nothing on the wall behind it.. was there? a sharp movement caught my eyes. the brown tail, the squiggling body.. no doubt about it, it was a lizard. and near the kitchen utensils too! my skin crawled as i imagined where it would have crawled if i had not noticed it. calling for my Da, he came to the rescue. or was it to the murder scene.. the brown reptile had scuttled to the narrow space between the wall and the window grille, protected by a pipe in front. Da narrowed his eyes dangerously as he calmly took a cup, and filled it with boiling water. my eyes widened. "You can't possibly be planning to-" he splashed the scalding water right at where the lizard was. smoke hissed angrily, and the creature scurried out, heading straight for the stove. if it had a voice, i think it would have been screaming. Da refilled the cup calmly and splattered the boiling liquid once more. it rushed toward the sink and paused. it was now directly in front of me, and i stared at it, frozen in shock. up close, i could see it's once-scaly body glistening and seemingly soft, its toes turning pink. its large eyes were glazed over, and they swiveled toward me. we locked gazes for a while. i could see it breathing -gasping- for air, and i could almost imagine what pain and shock it must be going through. Da swooped down and scopped it into a kitchen towel, flung the wad into the toilet bowl and flushed it down the sewers. i stood staring, gaping. the entire event took less than ten minutes, yet i felt really guilty. in the few seconds that the defenseless creature and i had, it felt like i had just witnessed a murder. it's stupid, isn't it, feeling sentimentality. |
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