inventory of injuries:
bruised ribs (courtesy of *ahem*)
jolted knee (my own fault. fencing, darling)
strained muscle (yes, my own fault too, not woking out. i mean, what WAS i thinking?)
aching arm (okay, that was the injection.)

so, ouch much? no one touch my left arm tomorrow. it shall be extrememly tender and the offender may well suffer for that.



*sniffle* ohmygod zombie loan is nice. in the last episode shito was like (to the golem) "some of your hair and skin is melted, but its okay, it'll grow back. i'll take you home, teach you words, then you can go to school." *melts* and then nogi shoots, and shito is all "hey, you, wake up." i hope they have a second season.
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i have a totally darling new bag ahahahahaha. <3s
shopping prevents dementia in old people. more helpful then mahjong apparently. lets have gambling in the chalet! i can teach maria to play hearts :D or blackjack. must bring money! then i can have income. if not i'm broke for the rest of the month(maybe year, considering the amount i spend on holiday). which isn't that many days, but still. skating lesso9ns satrt on 7 november :D and my knee still hurts. ohno.

Labels: music and lyrics

熟能生巧
作词：林秋离 作曲：林俊杰

醒着像睡着 躺着像思考 神魂颠倒
感情太单调 竟然是烦恼 如何是好
也许来阵风雨花谢满地黯然神伤的困扰
可以刺激那颗浑浑噩噩失去了烈火激情的大脑

吹风就感冒 淋雨就发烧 有爱就好

我不再逃 空虚日子这一路都在熬
也许爱情就是熟能生巧
你绝对想不到我多渴望
让生活染上一些颜料
是红橙黄或蓝靛紫都好
一圈一圈的围绕
终于能自在的坦诚说爱你
火一点就燃烧
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one word: ouch.

went skating with celeste, sarah and celine yesterday ><

i think i relied to much on my right ankle. resulting in a slightly sore ankle, hot towels at night, and much wincing during the training today. oh yes, and the broken spectacles. ahwell. going to the optician tomorrow, to see if they can be saved. at least i have the pieces :P. okaay fine so it wasn't as bad as it just sounded k. the supporting things on the bridge of the nose just kind of broke out. together. i swear i had nothing to do with that.

and can we please never never ever do skating on wednesday when there's training on tuesday and thursday? my ankle AND my knee both hurt like you wouldn't believe.

fencers get arthritis early.

Labels: degree of owch-ness, music and lyrics

AHAHAHAHA WE GOT IN FOR DRAMA NIGHT! COS TO TELL THE TRUTH, WE ROCKED THEIR SOCKS.
esther deserves praise. the script was like, wow. muchMUCH better than the one for sing to the dawn :D whoo hoo!

and don't even mention i'm slow. rachael sms-ed me, but i was out with an ex-classmate. :D
and ohmy- i left stef's tights in school.
erm -- oops? eheh



merit cca day today. i hated it. first we had to do setup, which was dragging the damn heavy standing broad jump mats and rolling them out and there was one which was super gross and had cocoons in it. ewww. and then we had to setup the beepers. thank goodness jing xiao and bea took them from the foyer. apparently they were super heavy :P.

and then there were the two shifts. ohgod. do not even mention them. and we didn't get to go for recess. or rather, preferred to stay at the squash courts. and jean mysteriously disappeared, celeste had to go for comp, sarah didn't come. fik stayed, esther stayed. so basically there were two teachers for each group. disaster. thankfully enough, the people in the first session had talent. :D they were pro can. just that they didn't use what we taught them.

the second group? it was scary. especially when they were fencing. the blades flew everywhere. i was damn scared i would be hit cann. and then esther commented that it was a black card offence to hit the referee. :D

and THEN we had to go for the briefing at the hall IN THE MIDDLE OF PACKING UP. i was pissed. very pissed. when we got back ,the mats were rolled. and then i helped jing xiao carry some (okay, it was the one and i helped with the heavy one). we were abandoned okay! and then i rushed off for my lesson with really sore feet and a kind-of-scraped-knee. :P not fun. now my knees are like, red.
the school better not do this thing again.



yay for merit ccas1! :D tomorrow is merit cca day. alisa is thus extremely happy. :D
quotable quote: be gayyyy. maria inspires GAY FEELINGS. ~esther
which brings to mind ... "but everyone's having sex, remus! are you like, opposed to gay sex or something?"
sirius is a wonderful influence. lily is a foolish git for choosing james over sirius. BOARD THE SIRIUS/LILY SHIP NOW, DARLINGS.
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chapter two excerpt:
“Oh hi Katie,” Oliver said, his voice changing to a deep, manly voice. Katie furrowed her brow slightly.
“What’s wrong with you?” She asked, going back to reading her book. Oliver was thinking, thinking if he actually had the balls to go through with this bet now having his target sat in front of him.
“N-Nothing. I'm alright now I’ve seen you,” Oliver replied as coolly as he could and failing miserably.
“Right. I’d go to bed if I were you,” Katie said, clearly not impressed with his attempted silver tongue and manly voice.
Oliver nodded and practically ran toward the boys stair way.
Walking up the steps, Oliver hung his head. OK, so his charm wouldn’t work and his looks were certainly not enough to go by like Cedric so he’d have to figure out something else. But what could young Captain Wood offer to women?
With a smile, Oliver realised something. His last name had just triggered the ultimate trump card.
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AHAHAHAHA. AHAHAHAHA.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2277338/1/Captains_Choice
THE AUTHOR MUST BE READ, I TELL YOU. BLASPHEMY THAT SOME PEOPLE DON'T APPRECIATE IT.



whahahahahaha have finished the two pieces in mah new SKETCHBOOK! and one of them is painted. it was such a disaster. D: I DO NOT LIKE WATERCOLOURS. NOT AT ALL. BECAUSE THEY DON'T LIKE ME EITHER. pastels are my friend :DDD
i have painted myself almost up to half my forearm. and it kind of destroyed the paper. cos when i realised it was staining the paper, i got a sponge and soaked the part in LOTS AND LOTS of water. and then it warped. D: now its not nice. and i'm sitting on it with many many books on top in the hope that it will flatten itself. D:
annnnd i need someone to bring mascara tomorrow to school. cos my lovely makeup kit DOES NOT HAVE MASCARA. mine expired. D: shock horror condolences! thankyou, thankyou.
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what's cooler than a box of crayons?
my pastels. :D (inside joke)



good morning world! its 6.31 am in the morning! my legs are sore, but that doesn't matter. my shoulder hurts too, but that also doesn't matter. its a bee-you-ti-ful day to be alive. except that pepers are being returned today D: awww. see you in school, m'dears! *flounces off*



Sometimes James feels he is the woman in their relationship.
Lily has been sitting on James’ bed of the Seventh Years dormitory for exactly twenty three minutes, waiting for him to get ready for their date to Hogsmeade. James, at this precise moment in time, is trying on trousers… many, many trousers. Why James is trying on different trousers Lily cannot comprehend. For some reason he is undecided on what to wear. Lily has never met a boy so undecided about trousers in her entire life.
“Are these okay?” He moves up to her, rearward, modelling his backside. Lily stares at him, from head to literal bottom, slowly nodding.
“Yeah, you’re right,” James answers her thirty seconds of silence, before unzipping the jeans and kicking them off, in no shame that his boxers are plainly on show. At once he searches for another pair. There’s no embarrassment in changing in front of Lily; they’re so comfortable with one another there is no awkwardness in the air, despite the fact that James has his trousers down in front of a girl. This almost scares Lily, in a good way; it’s like they’re already married.
“How about these?”
Lily looks up from swinging her feet on the edge of the bed and finds James is now modelling a new pair of trousers. They look exactly the same as the previous pair; same colour and same number of pockets, but Lily humours him by not pointing this out. “They’re lovely, James,” she tells him, though she can’t see his head because he’s positioning his bottom in her face once more, so instead she tells said bottom. She’s almost inclined to touch it, but stops herself.
“Does my bum look alright?” he questions.
Lily blinks, several times. “Yes,” she tries to push the absurdity of this conversation aside as exchanges with this particular boy always pass off as peculiar (he is a Marauder, after all), “Yes, your bum looks fine,” she assures him.
“Are you sure?”
She continues to stare at the bottom positioned in front of her face. “Yes, it’s a wonderful bottom, James.” She stops her head from cocking to one side and takes her gaze off James’ backside before it puts her under some buttocks spell.
His voice turns quite smug in response, “Really?”
“Yes. Squeezable, round, plump; however you would like to describe it,” she chimes humorously.
“Do you think...” He pauses for a moment, and Lily urges him to carry on. “Do you think they make my arse look big?”
Lily stares at him with wide eyes and James realizes the strangely feminine question he has just asked – a question Lily hasn’t even asked James herself. Inappropriate is the word that flashes mutually before their minds.
“Erm…” James turns an adorable pink and mumbles, “We can go now.”
Pulling Lily to her feet, they hurry out of the dorm before any more femininity attacks him, James ignoring Lily’s mentioning of his bare feett, toes coated with bright pink nail varnish (Padfoot painted them in his sleep for a laugh again).
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“Your lips look dry.”
It’s this statement from Lily that makes James look up at her strangely from studying in the library. He finishes off the loop of the letter he is writing and asks Lily, “What?” while parting his mouth a little in confusion.
“Your lips,” Lily says again, pointing to his mouth. “They look dry.”
James raises his brow roguishly. “Too much kissing,” he suggests the explanation, grinning.
“Kissing what, a plunger?”
“A poo-lun-what?”
Lily gives up immediately. By now she should have learnt to never make a joke involving something Muggle related.
“Never mind,” she says, as James scratches his head. Lily digs in her school bag and produces some lip balm. “Here.” She hands him the small pot, hoping to both help and distract him from the Muggle appliance of a plunger. “Put that on your lips.”
James examines the small pot tentatively in between thumb and forefinger. With narrowed eyes, he brings the small pot to his mouth without even opening it first.
“Oh Merlin, James you need to open it first—”
“I’m kidding.” He smirks and opens up the small pot while Lily pretends to look offended for being tricked. She can't help but be worried James may possibly be experienced in putting on lip balm. After applying a thick layer of it on his mouth, so much it looks greasy, he pauses in realization in what he has just done.
“This is the equivalent of me putting on make-up, isn’t it?” he says worrisomely.
“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t,” Lily leans in, looking thoroughly amused.
“EVERYONE, PRONGS IS PUTTING ON LIPSTICK!”
Sadly, Sirius makes an appropriate arrival into the library (his first library visit in seven years, James notes in annoyance).
James also notes this as the second feminine moment of the week in an imaginary tally in his head.
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The next day, he rakes a hand through his hair in front of the mirror of the boys’ dormitory, clearly unsatisfied. His hair is doing ‘mental things’, not appearing the way he wants it (swoon-worthy). No spell or wizard product will sort it out. It is official: James Potter is having a bad hair day.
“Prongs,” Sirius pops his head into the boys’ dormitory because he is too lazy to check James’ well being by stepping fully inside the room, “I’ve been waiting for you in common room for more than half an hour, you stupid tit. Are you coming for breakfast or what?”
“Wait,” James tells him absently. “My hair.” He prods a particular bit that looks askew and groans in frustration when it doesn’t do what it’s told. “It’s doing mental things.”
Sirius can’t control the amusement flickering across his face. “You… you’ve been in here doing your hair all this time?”
James snaps his head from the mirror to glower at Sirius. “Yes,” he snaps.
Sirius barks a familiar laugh like the dog he is. “Women,” he declares, before slamming the door shut, his laughter echoing down the staircase.
James marks down the third line in the imaginary tally in his head.
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It’s half way through the cereal that Lily is eating at breakfast when James points out to her, “Your shirt collar is on the wonk.”
“Hmm?” she replies, about to spoonful some cereal into her mouth when James suddenly tugs her forward and she makes a small yelp, nearly landing her elbows into her bowl. In one swift movement, James pushes down her collar so it’s neat and tidy; his actions appearing oddly like a housewife. Once satisfied, he releases his girlfriend.
The entire group sitting around him, including the startled redhead and the rest of the Marauders, stare bizarrely at him. It doesn’t take long for James to realize the full magnitude of what he’s done.
“James is a lady,” Sirius explains simply, through a mouthful of toast.
A fourth line is made on the imaginary tally.
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“I’ve been having stomach cramps all day,” James complains in Transfiguration.
A fifth line is made.
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“James… your ‘manly chest’ seems to be… protruding more than usual,” Sirius tells him with a deadpan expression.
A sixth.
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“James, have you seen my Witches Weekly magazine?” Lily asks him, entering his dorm.
“Nope.”
“Are you sure? I think I left it here.”
“No. Sorry,” James looks apologetically at her – much too overwhelmingly apologetic to be natural sympathy.
Lily sighs in disappointment and tells him she’ll be back soon after searching for the reading material in her own dorm.
James stares hard at the magazine that is creeping from under his pillow.
A seventh line is made, with much screaming in his head afterwards.
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The feminine characteristics have been happening for at least a week now.
“C-c-c-c-c-c-c….”
James cannot even say the word ‘cold’ at this moment (or was the word ‘cod’? He can’t remember). He stands with Lily beside the Great Lake, admiring the scenery of puffy grey clouds of such a miserable day, reflecting his dejected mood (one can only imagine being a male and acting like a female isn’t pleasant – unless one prefers the new adopted characteristics). Walks in Hogwarts Grounds are the only ways the couple can get real privacy without someone complaining about public displays of affection, except James is currently turning blue, Lily notices, like azure threw up on him.
“Um…” She glances at James in the corner of her eye and worries about the colour he is turning, along with his chattering teeth that are ruining his pearly whites she’s always admired in secret. “Are you okay?”
“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I….” James cannot even speak full sentences. With a gasp for breath, he mumbles, “I’m fine,” despite the fact that he feels his below parts are frozen. Stupid pillock, he tells himself, should have brought my robe. He rubs his arms so fiercely in attempt of warmth he causes scram marks to his skin.
Heaving a sigh, Lily takes off her robe, much to James’ horror. “Here,” she says softly, handing him the jacket. James refuses the jacket. He shakes his head stubbornly, his teeth still chattering from the cold air.
“Stop being noble,” Lily tells him, worried. He looks close on death. “James, for goodness sake.” She grabs his arm and tugs him towards her before he can escape. With no more arguments, Lily drapes the robe over his shoulders, while James studies her with a sort of pleased disturbance.
“What about you?” he asks her, as she is now the one left robe-less.
“I’m robust,” Lily tells him proudly. She doesn’t look a stretch on cold at all, James notices with amazement. Evans women are stronger than they look. “Ill manage, you silly woman-”
He flinches. “Will you stop?” he snaps a little.
“What?” Lily looks at him with amused bemusement.
“Serious ego bruising,” James frowns, and Lily’s tries to keep pokerfaced as she realizes he is talking in a solemn tone. “I feel like I’m the girl in this relationship; it’s bloody embarrassing.” He rubs his forehead in shame.
Lily can’t help but let a smile tug at her lips. “Did you know,” she hooks her arms around his neck, “all men are sort of half woman anyway because of the ‘X’ chromosome you have?”
“No, I didn’t know that, but thanks for informing that it’s scientifically proven I am half a woman, and so is fellow man.”
“My pleasure,” Lily replies, admiring his surly pout. “Anyway, I think your feminine behaviour is rather endearing—”
“Lily, I stole your girly magazine! It’s not endearing, it’s plain loony.”
Her arms fall from his shoulders. “You stole my magazine?”
“Yes!” James cries, looking the peak of insanity. “I was reading the article on exercises to getting a firmer bottom.”
“I thought we discussed this already, James, your bottom is fine.”
“I know, but sometimes when I’m walking I wonder if my bottom is making ripples in the air—”
“I love you,” Lily interrupts him with a murmur in his ear, and he immediately shuts up. Lily has told him this statement plenty of times, but James likes it when she tells him she loves him in that whisper of hers, the one that makes him shiver pleasurably. “I love you, your little paranoia about your delectable bum—”
“Squeezable, it is,” James adds.
“—and I love all the little slightly feminine habits you comprise.” She looks up at him with a small smirk. “Just don’t grow bigger bosoms than me or anything,” she warns him mischievously.
“Har har,” James says, before swooping down to kiss her. They get so carried away that they nearly stumble and fall into the Great Lake.
“Padfoot,” a bored Remus calls Sirius’ name from behind the bush they are spying James and Lily, on the other side of Hogwarts Grounds. “When are we going to tell Prongs we put that Womanly Curse on him?”
“Two more weeks, I swear,” Sirius promises, a pair of impressive binoculars held to his eyes, “I’ll stop the spell when he gets the menstruation.” Remus shoots him a repulsed look at this.
A distance shout by the lake makes them both nearly tumble into the bush and land a branch in Remus’ eye.
“AAARGH, MY CROTCH IS BLEEDING!”
“Too late,” Sirius guffaws.
Remus sighs in turn. “We’re going to go to hell for this.”
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okay, that was just a little long, wasn't it? it was the first james/lily drabble is "cameo images". lovely. simply lovely.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2987633/1/Cameo_images
whahaha. you have to go read!



shall be baking tomorrow. really. a baking alisa is a happy alisa. leave me alone with an oven and ingredients, and i shall be on a baking high for the next hour or so. *shrugs* i totally see this majorly big illness looming ahead, y'know. but what crap, baking is funn. and my mind is totally screwed.
for those of you who know what i'm talking about, have you ever thought of a RoyWinry pairing? it'll be so cool! like, melted iron, totally. flame and a wrench. interesting.
and i'm totally against incest on FMA. like eww. EdwardAl? you have got to be kidding me. and another interesting one would be FemEdRoy. mmhmm. i read it on ff.net. ed turned female because al got him back from the other side of the gate, but the calculations for the array were worng, somehow, and he became female, got HER leg back, and fell for roy :D i think i might love the author.



"Okay," said Professor McGonagall as she paced around the room of her Transfiguration class. "Today, we have a little . . . different schedule." She stopped in front of her desk and turned to face the class. "The school board has ordered this upon us, and I was the appointed teacher, lord knows how," she breathed quietly. "Anyway, we have to do a class on . . . um, sexual education."
Sirius Black and James Potter instantly roared in laughter. "You're kidding," Remus Lupin said. "Please tell me you're kidding."
"Unfortunately, I'm not. But we do all know of how much a jokester I am," McGonagall rolled her eyes. "So, we should get started. Silencio!" She pointed her wand at James and Sirius and their laughed ceased in a second.
I looked over at them as their fists banged on the table and they slapped each other on the back, their mouthes open in silent laughter. I myself found the situation a little funny too, but there was no reason to freak out or anything. My sister had been all proud the day she came back from sexual education when I was still living at home so I had always wondered if we would have it at Hogwarts.
Once the boys calmed down, McGonagall took the spell off of them and began with her lesson. "Okay, um, sex isn't always something you should do." She was standing very awkwardly at the front of the class as she twirled her wand between her fingers. "Sex might seem like a fun thing to do, but pregnancy can always occur, and you don't want to be the only one with a baby at Hogwarts, do you?"
"They have spells for that," Sirius pipped up. "I know them all."
"What if you fall for a nice Muggle with while you're home during summer vacation, Mr. Black?" McGonagall asked.
"Hah!" Sirius said loudly. "What makes you think I'm allowed outside during vacation?"
"Well, you're case isn't the same as everyone else's," McGonagall said. "Everyone should know the . . . unsafe things sex can bring."
"How would she know?" James whispered loud enough so I could hear. "She's probably a virgin."
Sirius stuffed his fist in his mouth to muffle he laughter. McGonagall gave James a sharp glance but continued her work. "Does anyone else know a result of sex?"
"Orgasms!" Sirius yelled."
"If you can't handle the lesson, Mr. Black, then I may ask you to leave," McGonagall said.
"And miss this? Not for the world!"
"Then I suggest you close your big fat mouth and listen, god dammit!" McGonagall said, her temper raising. "Okay, I have an activity. This will help you learn how to say no to your partner in a relationship. If you say no, your partner should respect your reply and drop the topic right away. Do I have any volunteers?"
James's hand shot up into the air. McGonagall reluctantly called on him. "Okay, now we need a girl."
My friend, or so I thought, Marlene, took her wand out and pointed it at my arm, charming it to go up. James's eyes lit up and his smile reached the lake.
"Miss Evans?" McGonagall said, knowing very well that I had no interest in Potter what so ever. "You want to go?"
Before I could say no and explain that Marlene had charmed my hand, Potter had ran over to me and grabbed my hand, running up the front of the class with me. "I knew it," Potter said. "You have loved me all along!"
I growled at him and took my hand back forcefully.
"Okay, now, I'm going to give Mr. Potter a card to read off of. Mr. Potter is going to pressure Miss Evans to have sex with him."
I stared at McGonagall with my mouth open. "Excuse me?" I asked.
"YES!" James said, thrusting his fist into the air. "Hell yeah!"
"This is not practice on Mr. Potter's part," McGonagall said forcefully. "I have a couple cards to demonstrate with. We'll go back and forth between Mr. Potter pressuring and Miss Evans. Please pay attention."
I looked at the class and they were all at the edge of their seats, ready for a good, funny lesson. They were all taking notes in their head. Rumors to spread when they get out of class. Evans wants to have sex with Potter. Potter is a sissy and said no to Evans. Evans is a slut who wants sex with Potter.
Potter took a card from McGonagall and read it to himself. He allowed himself a good laugh before turning to me, his face a little red. "Why do you have to be so prude? I thought you loved me."
The class burst out laughing and Potter smiled in spite of himself. I gave McGonagall a glare. "I'm not prude. And I don't love you."
"That's not what you said yesterday," Potter replied.
"I lied," I said, crossing my arms across my chest. "I don't want to have sex with you."
"Okay," said McGonagall. "I know that you don't like Mr. Potter all that much, Miss Evans, but you have to be a bit realistic. You don't say to your boyfriend that you don't love them . . . like that."
"Boyfriend?" I said. "Potter would ask that to any random girl walking up the hall!"
Sirius went, "Ohhhhhhh!" really loudly and the class laughed.
"Here, Miss Evans. Your turn."
I took the card roughly from her hands and closed my eyes when I had read it. "We have a connection. Why don't you just go with it and have sex with me?"
Once again, the annoying class roared with laughter. Potter took a step closer to me and said, "Sure, baby!"
McGonagall instantly separated us. "Potter! You're supposed to say no!"
"To Evans?" he asked. "Not in a million years."
She rolled her eyes and said, "Miss Evans, why don't you take a seat. Mr. Black, you come up here."
Sirius laughed and joined James at the front of the room. I hit Marlene, who was laughing her ass off, when I reached her.
"Since you can't seem to handle a girl, why don't we try a boy?" McGonagall asked, giving James another card. "Read it."
"Padfoot, my love, we've been dating for so long! I might have to break up with you if we don't do it soon," James said dramatically.
"Oh, Prongs, I never knew you were a queer."
"We've been dating for five goddamn months, you idiot! Have sex with me!" James said.
"I don't know if I'm comfortable dating rapists," Sirius said, backing away.
McGonagall buried her face in her hands and said, "Stop! Would you two just stop it? Potter, sit down."
James looked at Sirius and said, "I must go now. But my love for you burns like the intensity of a millions suns."
"I will see you soon, my love," Sirius said, blowing him a kiss. James walked backwards all the way back to his seat, giving Sirius loving looks.
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i think i might die of laughter. and this is only an extract. bloodyhell.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3339741/1/Health_Class_At_Hogwarts



i can't bear to leave 109. really. it started as a totally random thought, like "next year, i'm so gonna miss ____" and "omg that's so sad. i probably won't be in the same class as most of them". and then i felt appreciative. 109 isn't your "average crappy class"(sarah's words, not mine) and its not backstabbing, or politic-ky, or fake, or whatever. its just us being... i dunno, us. and that's the best thing. you can actually talk properly to each other, instead of hiding behind fake smiles, and dripping words everyday. its just sad that there are classes who can't talk to each other properly without motives in sec 1. like, we're thirteen, darlings.

i'm really gonna miss you guys in sec 2. D: all the times we spent laughing, joking, smiling with each other, i don't think we'll ever have that kind of complete trust and faith in each other to talk heart to heart. we'll all grow up, have different friends, and to each other, we'll just be friends that you'll talk to when you see her, pass her in the corridors and smile. but we won't be the type of really bonded people that you will definitely sling an arm over her back kind of friends anymore. and i really don't want to give that up. its hard to leave, and making attachments makes it all the more harder. knowing that we'll probably leave our comfort zone and never be able to turn back time to that period of innocence. and 109 is my comfort zone. i really do feel more at ease at school than at home most of the times. because 109 is where all my friends are.

do not read. this is emo crap. though it IS very true.

Labels: emo-ing

very very blurred picture of huifei, i think. can't see.
stef the greedy pig is happy!
hee. nothing to say, darlin'. we are MAD. completely and utterly and happily mad.
stab stab!
chris ha weird hair thanks to stef!

Labels: photopost

JJ Lin = awesomest voice :D his voice is kind of heartwrenching, in certain songs, and just really soothing in others. :D anyone willing to fork out for an album with me? listening to: 就是我 by JJ

:D yes i know i should be mugging for math now. but i really haven't the mood to do so. i'm severely zoning out when i touch my math notes. aaaaand i want to read fanfic. but i know i'll get addicted to this certain fic and i'll never touch the notes again. so D:

ahhhh crapcrap math is tommorrow = certain death awaits = no more new boots. and i really wanted the boots. nevermind, shall go mug anyway. bet you'll i won't get an inch of work done.



Al looked between the two and smiled brightly, “They went on their honeymoon to a shooting range up north. Apparently Hawkeye’s father owns it so they rented out the lodge all to themselves for a week and shot all sorts of guns while up there!”
The two adults blinked and looked at Al. Winry smiled slowly, a silly look on her face, “…who told you that?”
“Mustang did. He said that they did all sorts of things up there, and that Hawkeye showed him how to lock and load his gun properly.”
Edward’s face went white in horror and Winry slapped a hand over her mouth as she kept a yelp of laughter in.
Looking between the two, Alphonse shifted then smiled nervously, “Well... he did… he said he also learned how to clean Hawkeye’s barrel really well too… I don’t know what he means but…” he was cut off at that point.
Winry did yelp in laughter even as she turned scarlet in embarrassment for Al, who had no idea what he was talking about.
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heh. isn't fanfic just the wonderfullest thing ever? and i can totally imagine al saying that. like all innocent: mustang said that hawkseye showed him how to lock and load his gun properly. *big smile* *sparkly eyes* obviously in his own cute ten year old body. :D shall go read more.



my empty cup of good ol' ice cream!
CHOCOLATE IS THE LOVES! :DDD but its mei's cos i finsihed mine
mei and her chocolate ice cream!
statue of ice cream liberty goodness! :DDD
pooh is happy. :D

okay, so i'm a bit hyper. who wouldn't be, after like a mountain of icecream. I SAW THE CALORIES, I DID, I DID. but today is TEH day of liberty :D or so mei sez. so <333

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i met felicia(lim) on the bus! she was like my kindergarten friend. we have amazing memories, both of us. we were like standing on the aisle or whatever you call it for a moment, then we recognised each other at the same time. went for lunch with her :D she's gorgeous now. she was one of the only ones in my class who turned out pretty :D exchanged emails and phone numbers. i just realised i know like 4 felicias. felicia lim, felicia tay, felicia lim again (two felicia lims), felicia yeo.
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my family is composed of exercise freaks. my body hurts like MAD. first, at around 3+ we went running at the nature reserve, and my legs were aching by then cos we really RAN. then we came home, changed into our swimsuits, and went to the pool downstairs and swam for ages. thank goodness it was around evening by then. and i look like a prune.
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countdown to end of eoys: 6 more papers to go
the time now is 6.28am. i should be doing last minute revision. for chinese (^.^) and geog (o.o). but no. WHY THE HELL AM I BLOGGING NOW? i think there's a problem with my brain and cognitive activity going on at the moment. not thinking clearly. i am so going to die today. more so today than yesterday. and i shall die even more on chem day. *faints* stef you better come for the chem reivison.
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geog today wasn't too bad. not as hard as i expected, at least. hopefully it'll pull up my horrendous semester one marks. chinese was just easy. i'm lousy at practically any kind of composition, so thank goodness for small miracles.
can we PLEASE watch sense and sensibility for the movie marathon? the one with alan rickman in it. its amusing watching snape play a completely different role. and can we not watch the importance of being ernest? ye gods, esther. its just odd. though i think claire would approve. /edit: of both sense and sensibility, and the importance of being ernest. never quite liked oscar wilde myself, but i suppose you would, claire.
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sometimes, don't you just get the feeling that nothing that happens currently is quite as important and it should? and sometimes, people just place too much emphasis on things being tangible. if what we have everyday has to be tangible, i don't think i would quite like living. can't something be important and emotional, just for once? and can't something remain as it is, without being discussed and overanalysed, just for once?
humans are overly emotional creatures, i think. life would be much simpler if we didn't have to deal with all the doubts and insecurity that comes with being human.

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countdown to end of eoys: 8 more papers to go
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happy birthday rachael! :D

the english today was quite okay lah. not too hard. surprisingly alot of people chose the descriptive writing. it is not fun. i wanted to take the title one, decided it was too hard, moved on to question 2. my hand was cramping after the exam cos i wrote 4 sides in about 50 + minutes. not too bad for someone who has no imagination (at least not the proper kind), eh?

the lit was utter crap. i lost my head by the second question cos i spent too much time on the first one. the first question was kind of expected, but i forgot the time and droned on and on. so the second question was kinda rushed. the paper itself was quite okay lah, but i think i misinterpreted the the last question.

i need to mug geog. i can't bloody find my bloody notes, dammit.
/edit: hehheh. they were somewhere under my bed, at least the river management ones. i think i left the rest in my locker. and tomorrow's the exam. ohcrap. ohCRAP.



as esther would say, warning: caps abuse

I'MSUPPOSEDTOREPRESENTBUCKLEINODT?WTHCRAPCRAPCRAP.

now that's over and done with, we can look at the important stuff. EOYs start TOMORROW. thank goodness that lit and english paper one is tomorrow. i like :D yes i KNOW i'm weird but lit and english are like so far the easiest papers (or HOPEFULLY so) possible. these two papers are failproof as long as you can crap up something that SEEMS clearrelevantaccurateprecise. yep. i shall die next thursday. (your condolences are much appreciated, thank you) i just know i'm going to fail. if i really do die on thursday, esther, i would like to be buried under the ice in the iceskating rink, somewhere very FAR below the ice. i entrust my corpse to you cos i think stefanie and rachael would mutilate it.

riight, the geog notes are demanding my attention.

alisa is currently mugging for her dreaded eoys, and thus shall be most likely boring. thou shalt mug for exams. skating boots are unlikely >< shall not give up on my bimbo items. got the flats for an early christmas present! need another course? hope not

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