Friday, September 07, 2012
Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children.
i'm reading this book immediately after The Night Circus; i'm so excited already. i've watched a few favourable book reviews on Youtube, and i'm glad i got it!
i've yet to read it, but rest assured i'll talk about it when i'm done with it. for now, i'll just continue with The Night Circus, which i'll definitely share with you as well.
the making of the trailer above.
Thursday, September 06, 2012
Unread books and ginger cats!
i love those books which describe the characters so well to the extent that we can try drawing them out. i've been wanting to draw Celia Bowen from The Night Circus, but unfortunately there had been no mention of her hair, whether it's straight or curly. even if there was i probably missed it.
that aside, i saw this book in the Popular catalogue.
i really want it. it's something which i can relate to.
according to the sypnosis, this little boy named Kevin went on a shooting spree in his school a few days before his sixteenth birthday, killing a few people. his mother never wanted to have him, but eventually she felt her dislike for her son could be what caused him to be like that.
but before that, i've got a lot more unread books there on my desk. gotta read all those first.
shall share them with you.
set in the nineteenth century. a secret agent is called forth to investigate some murderous and monstrous events happening in Paris. this reminds me of the Exorcist movies, somehow. the setting and atmosphere.
according to the back of the book, it's actually full of photographs, like the one used as its cover. [i don't know, it's unwrapped] so the story goes, that the protagonist explored the abandoned house and believed that the children were not only peculiar, but also dangerous. and they could still be alive.
set in 1978, the protagonist goes on a quest to find out the truth about her sister's death, along the way stumbling upon revelations about their family and the lost generations.
this is the movie novel, i suppose. though i think it's silly, cause the movie is already based on the book. so why base another book on the movie? i guess. anyway, the story goes about the protagonist meeting a man when she got forced by her uncle to work as a prostitute, who saved her from that place only to satisfy his own lusts.
the tale of a man who found a ginger cat hidden in the corner of his sheltered accomodation, nursed it back to health and sent it on its way. but the cat had other ideas and the two soon became inseparable. and damn, ain't that kitty totally adorable? i've been looking at his pictures and i love how his eyes are forever in that suspicious squint. and he's always in the scarf too!
oh, and then someone got me this:
only for mature teens, they said. well screw that. anyway, it consists of stories which are probably what i'm going through too. tales of mental illness, abuse, self-destructive behaviour, family and friend issues, love gone wrong.
so for now i'm not gonna borrow anymore books from the library, cause i still have this bunch to read. i sat in the library to read my The Night Circus today, and it was a difficulty to control the temptations. the borrowing temptations, i call it.
i met with my schoolmate Hazirah to pass her a list of peribahasa. the MKI had printed them for me a year ago along with the higher MT ones. after i passed her, i started getting panicky about whether or not it was the right list! i hope it was.
it was nice to be the first few in the library, you know. just too nice. though i got paranoid because i wasn't reading a library book. i didn't know whether it was allowed or not. but in end i was like Hey, it is a library. silly me.
made my way to Popular afterwards where i got a scrapbook. the cashier gave me the catalogue as well to which i stopped her by telling her i've already gotten it. she looked so shocked! and then she smiled and said thank you.
i've no idea why she was so shocked but i think i did something right there.
i kept watching PewDie's Most Heartbreaking Game Ever. was just too funny! i mean, sad, sorry Bros. gotta looooove PewDiePie!
and then... my granny is here! i love her to bits, she's my granny, man. she got me cupcakes without icing, i love cupcakes without icing!
oh, and have i told you i like mooncakes? i left that out in my #100ThingsILike list, so sorry. but yeah, i do. heh.
gotta study tomorrow. neglected that for today, dammit. haven't done any Physics this holidays. or English. i've already touched on a little of Malay.
alright, there we go. that's all i've got to say for now. gotta looooove books and cats in scarves!
he looks like a descendant to Dewey! Dewey Readmore Books, just that he's missing the fur around the neck. both are handsome as hell, though!
and there were dozens of Dewey fanart. i know he was internationally famous when he was still alive, but i never would have thought! go, Dewey. go, Readmore Books [in more ways than one] gotta looove cats.
gonna show off my own ginger cat now. i miss my Halia! and all the other kitties too.
shall blog again as and when. goudenbaye my Axes. p.s. got a request from Syamirul to write song lyrics for him to use. gonna do my best for that!
that aside, i saw this book in the Popular catalogue.
i really want it. it's something which i can relate to.
according to the sypnosis, this little boy named Kevin went on a shooting spree in his school a few days before his sixteenth birthday, killing a few people. his mother never wanted to have him, but eventually she felt her dislike for her son could be what caused him to be like that.
but before that, i've got a lot more unread books there on my desk. gotta read all those first.
shall share them with you.
set in the nineteenth century. a secret agent is called forth to investigate some murderous and monstrous events happening in Paris. this reminds me of the Exorcist movies, somehow. the setting and atmosphere.
according to the back of the book, it's actually full of photographs, like the one used as its cover. [i don't know, it's unwrapped] so the story goes, that the protagonist explored the abandoned house and believed that the children were not only peculiar, but also dangerous. and they could still be alive.
set in 1978, the protagonist goes on a quest to find out the truth about her sister's death, along the way stumbling upon revelations about their family and the lost generations.
this is the movie novel, i suppose. though i think it's silly, cause the movie is already based on the book. so why base another book on the movie? i guess. anyway, the story goes about the protagonist meeting a man when she got forced by her uncle to work as a prostitute, who saved her from that place only to satisfy his own lusts.
the tale of a man who found a ginger cat hidden in the corner of his sheltered accomodation, nursed it back to health and sent it on its way. but the cat had other ideas and the two soon became inseparable. and damn, ain't that kitty totally adorable? i've been looking at his pictures and i love how his eyes are forever in that suspicious squint. and he's always in the scarf too!
oh, and then someone got me this:
only for mature teens, they said. well screw that. anyway, it consists of stories which are probably what i'm going through too. tales of mental illness, abuse, self-destructive behaviour, family and friend issues, love gone wrong.
so for now i'm not gonna borrow anymore books from the library, cause i still have this bunch to read. i sat in the library to read my The Night Circus today, and it was a difficulty to control the temptations. the borrowing temptations, i call it.
i met with my schoolmate Hazirah to pass her a list of peribahasa. the MKI had printed them for me a year ago along with the higher MT ones. after i passed her, i started getting panicky about whether or not it was the right list! i hope it was.
it was nice to be the first few in the library, you know. just too nice. though i got paranoid because i wasn't reading a library book. i didn't know whether it was allowed or not. but in end i was like Hey, it is a library. silly me.
made my way to Popular afterwards where i got a scrapbook. the cashier gave me the catalogue as well to which i stopped her by telling her i've already gotten it. she looked so shocked! and then she smiled and said thank you.
i've no idea why she was so shocked but i think i did something right there.
i kept watching PewDie's Most Heartbreaking Game Ever. was just too funny! i mean, sad, sorry Bros. gotta looooove PewDiePie!
and then... my granny is here! i love her to bits, she's my granny, man. she got me cupcakes without icing, i love cupcakes without icing!
oh, and have i told you i like mooncakes? i left that out in my #100ThingsILike list, so sorry. but yeah, i do. heh.
gotta study tomorrow. neglected that for today, dammit. haven't done any Physics this holidays. or English. i've already touched on a little of Malay.
alright, there we go. that's all i've got to say for now. gotta looooove books and cats in scarves!
he looks like a descendant to Dewey! Dewey Readmore Books, just that he's missing the fur around the neck. both are handsome as hell, though!
and there were dozens of Dewey fanart. i know he was internationally famous when he was still alive, but i never would have thought! go, Dewey. go, Readmore Books [in more ways than one] gotta looove cats.
gonna show off my own ginger cat now. i miss my Halia! and all the other kitties too.
shall blog again as and when. goudenbaye my Axes. p.s. got a request from Syamirul to write song lyrics for him to use. gonna do my best for that!
MOST HEARTBREAKING GAME EVER.
i gotta agree with that title.
Pewdie was so happy, going all "awwww i'so kewt!" [he sounded so adorable saying that] and he was about to go work out with his pet Stephano whom we all love, when there took a turn of events.
it's gonna make any true Bro cry )':
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Between the Black and the moon.
the characters in this post are considered fictitious and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. (;
i can't draw the huts because i couldn't remember how exactly they looked like. my bad. and yes, the crescent really looked like that that night. a letter U.
because the red tadpole has the most brightest gem, he is associated with the sun a lot. alternatively, the black seems to derive his glow from none other than the moon, as he has the faintest glow among all the tadpoles.
the mysterious aura emitted by the black tadpole is also a good reason for his colour.
okay, just wanted to sound a little like a Bulbapedia there. talking about the nature and behaviour of the specie and all that shit. i love Bulbapedia! i got pretty shocked at some of the facts in fact.
it's actually possible for larger Pokemon to eat other small ones. for example, bird Pokemon like Tailow or Swellow can feed on worm like Wurmple.
Metagross has a mouth on its stomach which is used to consume its prey after pouncing it. it's believed that this prey mentioned could be smaller Pokemon.
since Pokemon is supposed to be a kid's show or something, such issues are seldom brought to light in the cartoons. but if you think about it, yeah.
anyway these are making me laugh like hell.
well it IS PewDie. i had to keep pausing to catch my breath from laughing so hard! in fact many of his other videos made me do that today, the ones which i've never watched anyway.
you should have taken it along with you. now i'm stuck with it under my care. you're always leaving things in my hands.
Re: @ solitary author
my mom. my MOM. that answers it. she was the one who said that?
no, i never told her anything about that. if you want to know what happened, we had this convo once.
mom: we should make party for yours and big bro's birthday and invite relatives and all your friends, Si Ying Asleah...
me: no lah, no need friends lah relatives can alr.
*got interrupted* convo ended.
that night, i overheard her talking to my dad, "and then when i said invite all her friends, the Si Ying girl all, she say no. i also don't know la what happened, must be that boy make her give attitude til her friends left her" and then i ran away from the kitchen. [was in Malay so some of the things might have been lost in translation but she roughly said that]
and i know for a fact that mom and Mr Syafie texts each other a lot, about my behaviour in school.
just so you know, if this helps, i seldom talked to my mom about personal matters already. she said i grew quiet this year, which means i have never told her anything. i already said: she assumed.
she likes to assume.
for eg, when she knows that that guy is in ITE. she [and dad in fact] ASSUMES that he got KICKED out of school, when he was just in normal tech. for eg, when she knows i've been hanging out with Syazana. she assumes i'm going into the wrong path and doing all those things outside too, if you get what i mean.
there are many more things she said which make me come to the conclusion that mom really likes to assume without listening to me first, but you get my point.
and therefore, whatever you heard from the home tutor are all just their point of things.
also, Ms Adimah is not biased against any of you. it's just the way she is, i thought you knew. if she calls you out it's for simple reasons only per. like if playing phone or what. she does wake me up when i fall asleep okay.
and no i don't read your blog. it's just that i follow you. so your posts are on my Blogger page. i just happened to see it.
my mom. my MOM . that should answer everything already, dammit. try walking a minute in my shoes, why don't you. o right, cause they don't fit.
if you get what i mean.
no, i never told her anything about that. if you want to know what happened, we had this convo once.
mom: we should make party for yours and big bro's birthday and invite relatives and all your friends, Si Ying Asleah...
me: no lah, no need friends lah relatives can alr.
*got interrupted* convo ended.
that night, i overheard her talking to my dad, "and then when i said invite all her friends, the Si Ying girl all, she say no. i also don't know la what happened, must be that boy make her give attitude til her friends left her" and then i ran away from the kitchen. [was in Malay so some of the things might have been lost in translation but she roughly said that]
and i know for a fact that mom and Mr Syafie texts each other a lot, about my behaviour in school.
just so you know, if this helps, i seldom talked to my mom about personal matters already. she said i grew quiet this year, which means i have never told her anything. i already said: she assumed.
she likes to assume.
for eg, when she knows that that guy is in ITE. she [and dad in fact] ASSUMES that he got KICKED out of school, when he was just in normal tech. for eg, when she knows i've been hanging out with Syazana. she assumes i'm going into the wrong path and doing all those things outside too, if you get what i mean.
there are many more things she said which make me come to the conclusion that mom really likes to assume without listening to me first, but you get my point.
and therefore, whatever you heard from the home tutor are all just their point of things.
also, Ms Adimah is not biased against any of you. it's just the way she is, i thought you knew. if she calls you out it's for simple reasons only per. like if playing phone or what. she does wake me up when i fall asleep okay.
and no i don't read your blog. it's just that i follow you. so your posts are on my Blogger page. i just happened to see it.
my mom. my MOM . that should answer everything already, dammit. try walking a minute in my shoes, why don't you. o right, cause they don't fit.
if you get what i mean.
Re: Arghh
to clear things up. i did not tell any of the teachers anything like that.
"You made teachers think us negative. In hope for what? that they give up on us who is willing to study and not you? who ain't giving shit about school?"
you tell me in what way did i make them think that? i already said, i did not tell them anything at all. i bet they just assumed half the things they told you or whatever.
i never talked to any of the teachers about you. and i already said that when i did mention about you, i said that i left you. i never said anything otherwise.
just clear things up with me can? i don't even know how to respond actually. since i don't even know what is it that you heard or whatever.
if you haven't read this post, i think you should. if it helps.
and please. i don't wanna explain the whole full length shit about this, but just so you know, i AM willing to study. don't slander me like that.
and no, you don't know anything about me, not even "quite well", thanks.
and please, do not ignore this post. at least respond to it. not trying to fight or what, just wanna clear things up. if you say stuff like O, just ignore her cause she just wants attention. ...no. yeah, just no.
"You made teachers think us negative. In hope for what? that they give up on us who is willing to study and not you? who ain't giving shit about school?"
you tell me in what way did i make them think that? i already said, i did not tell them anything at all. i bet they just assumed half the things they told you or whatever.
i never talked to any of the teachers about you. and i already said that when i did mention about you, i said that i left you. i never said anything otherwise.
just clear things up with me can? i don't even know how to respond actually. since i don't even know what is it that you heard or whatever.
if you haven't read this post, i think you should. if it helps.
and please. i don't wanna explain the whole full length shit about this, but just so you know, i AM willing to study. don't slander me like that.
and no, you don't know anything about me, not even "quite well", thanks.
and please, do not ignore this post. at least respond to it. not trying to fight or what, just wanna clear things up. if you say stuff like O, just ignore her cause she just wants attention. ...no. yeah, just no.
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Most awesome salesdude ever!
1. Ion Orchard
2. Orchard Central
3. 313@Somerset
mom said okay. we shall hit them all!
my excitement before even leaving the house (;
so the movie taught me a little something about dance. although i am not a dancer of any sort, i think dance is like a violent gentleness. a gentle violence.
like their 'protest art' concept.
it's like they said. it is a way of being heard without having to scream. like how a picture paints a thousand words. well. it is a freedom of expression, in a way.
that aside, i really like the DJ! she's so cool.
walked to Ion Orchard afterwards, and the scenery at Orchard Road was actually real nice. i like how Warlock Place was shaped like a Christmas tree.
bumped into a shop that sold notebooks named Kikki.K before making way to.... {prologue} !!! got another book for myself, called The Invisible Circus, set in 1978.
walked to 313@Somerset next, where i searched for the Typo which my schoolmate had told me about. i loved it!
alas, the sale which she mentioned was over, the 3 notebooks for $10 promo. i got so sad when the salesperson said that, and guess what? he decided to give me a 50% discount off whatever i buy. i was so happy like hell!
i had a hard time choosing cause they were all so beautiful, but i finally settled for three.
and in the end, instead of the 3 for $10 which i had came for, i got 3 for $8. most awesome salesdude ever!
so i'm talking to that schoolmate of mine on Twitter now. truth be told i don't really know what her name is. but damn! she has the love for notebooks too! (': gotta looove notebook-loving people.
Monday, September 03, 2012
Second birthday wish.
so i found the DVD for Ombak Rindu, and decided to watch that. i remember a time when everyone was talking about it, so i thought i'd give it a try.
i didn't get to focus much. the only things that bothered me were these two things: 1. they had been married for two years but the kitty cat didn't grow any bigger. 2. why didn't she bring along her kitty cat when she got chased out of the house?
the kitty cat was damn adorable! so manja.
oh yeah, another thing which got me wondering: how did the relationship between Harris and his birth father change after the revelation?
nevermind, i shall not crack my head over that. i'm resuming my studying now *proud grin* i think this September holidays is my chance for me to redeem myself in terms of studying. and speaking of which, i still don't have the freaking prelims exams timetable.
i know it's my fault for being absent from school so much, but i did ask for it. i still didn't get it, when everyone else already has. it's just so upsetting. o well. at least i know that's it starts right after school reopens. i'll make do with that fact.
i want a kitty cat. i really want a cat, to accompany me when i'm feeling alone and lonely in my house.
i've read so many stories about cats saving the lives of people, from Cleo and Norton to Dewey and Ben. i don't need any of them, because one cat who would be able to save my life would be enough of a blessing.
each time i cry, i'd refuse to let anyone in the house look at me. but a cat... a cat would be the most perfect friend to have at such times. a cat would just have to stare at me with that "god, you're so ugly when you cry" look and i would smile again.
if i had a cat, i will love and take care of him or her with all my heart and soul.
a cat. that's all i ask for now, since i can't have anyone more than that.
i actually cried earlier because of that. because i badly want a kitty to be my best friend. with my birthday month already going into its fourth day, i hope God would be kind enough to bestow a feline upon my life.
whether it's a he or she, young or old, Siamese or Scottishfold or a battered stray cat, as long as one enters my life, i promise i would not let the blessing be in vain.
i want a cat more than i want a boyfriend TT_TT
i didn't get to focus much. the only things that bothered me were these two things: 1. they had been married for two years but the kitty cat didn't grow any bigger. 2. why didn't she bring along her kitty cat when she got chased out of the house?
the kitty cat was damn adorable! so manja.
oh yeah, another thing which got me wondering: how did the relationship between Harris and his birth father change after the revelation?
nevermind, i shall not crack my head over that. i'm resuming my studying now *proud grin* i think this September holidays is my chance for me to redeem myself in terms of studying. and speaking of which, i still don't have the freaking prelims exams timetable.
i know it's my fault for being absent from school so much, but i did ask for it. i still didn't get it, when everyone else already has. it's just so upsetting. o well. at least i know that's it starts right after school reopens. i'll make do with that fact.
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i want a kitty cat. i really want a cat, to accompany me when i'm feeling alone and lonely in my house.
i've read so many stories about cats saving the lives of people, from Cleo and Norton to Dewey and Ben. i don't need any of them, because one cat who would be able to save my life would be enough of a blessing.
each time i cry, i'd refuse to let anyone in the house look at me. but a cat... a cat would be the most perfect friend to have at such times. a cat would just have to stare at me with that "god, you're so ugly when you cry" look and i would smile again.
if i had a cat, i will love and take care of him or her with all my heart and soul.
a cat. that's all i ask for now, since i can't have anyone more than that.
i actually cried earlier because of that. because i badly want a kitty to be my best friend. with my birthday month already going into its fourth day, i hope God would be kind enough to bestow a feline upon my life.
whether it's a he or she, young or old, Siamese or Scottishfold or a battered stray cat, as long as one enters my life, i promise i would not let the blessing be in vain.
i want a cat more than i want a boyfriend TT_TT
I am SICK and TIRED of MACCY D.
i don't like how my younger brother always makes time to play with his friends, but refuses to go out with me. each time i ask if he would like to follow me go shopping or something, he'd say he's lazy.
i'm so sick and tired of eating Mac but it's the only place he would accompany me to because it's the nearest. even Whitesands is too far for him because he's plain lazy.
i would occasionally crave Mad Jack but he would refuse because he "doesn't want to go far". it's just so damn unfair. i am SICK. and TIRED. of MAC.
and when i do manage to bring him out to Tampines, he would keep complaining that he's tired and all that shit. it's so frustrating. isn't it good enough that i want to bring him out? isn't it good enough that i'm doing for him what i would have liked from my older sibling?
so my schoolmate told me about this shop named "Typo", which is under Cotton On, somewhat. and apparently it sells notebooks!
it's at 313 Somerset [i've heard of it before], and uh oh... isn't it another one of those places with crowds of youths? why must all the posh bookstores be placed in such locations, dammit. o well.
yupp, we shall go exploring then. for posh bookstores selling posh notebooks. though i like those type of little shops which sell notebooks too, if you know what i mean? like during my Bali trip, there were these notebooks made out of bamboo or something, with leaves on the covers. were just beautiful.
yeah i guess the bottom line is i love notebooks. and i dislike Mac. i appreciate it, but i dislike it. i'm gonna go downstairs to get that now.
if you're wondering why i wouldn't just go to Whitesands on my own to have my food alone, it's because i am the older sister, dammit. i have to make sure the younger sibling eats too, right? so if he wants Mac, Mac it is that we have to go.
i'll just get accused of shunning my responsibility if i eat Maddy J alone, you know? and i don't like buying take away.
don't look at me like that, i just really like to make a trip to eat Mad Jack and maybe walk around a little with my bro, okay?
i'm so sick and tired of eating Mac but it's the only place he would accompany me to because it's the nearest. even Whitesands is too far for him because he's plain lazy.
i would occasionally crave Mad Jack but he would refuse because he "doesn't want to go far". it's just so damn unfair. i am SICK. and TIRED. of MAC.
and when i do manage to bring him out to Tampines, he would keep complaining that he's tired and all that shit. it's so frustrating. isn't it good enough that i want to bring him out? isn't it good enough that i'm doing for him what i would have liked from my older sibling?
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it's at 313 Somerset [i've heard of it before], and uh oh... isn't it another one of those places with crowds of youths? why must all the posh bookstores be placed in such locations, dammit. o well.
yupp, we shall go exploring then. for posh bookstores selling posh notebooks. though i like those type of little shops which sell notebooks too, if you know what i mean? like during my Bali trip, there were these notebooks made out of bamboo or something, with leaves on the covers. were just beautiful.
yeah i guess the bottom line is i love notebooks. and i dislike Mac. i appreciate it, but i dislike it. i'm gonna go downstairs to get that now.
if you're wondering why i wouldn't just go to Whitesands on my own to have my food alone, it's because i am the older sister, dammit. i have to make sure the younger sibling eats too, right? so if he wants Mac, Mac it is that we have to go.
i'll just get accused of shunning my responsibility if i eat Maddy J alone, you know? and i don't like buying take away.
don't look at me like that, i just really like to make a trip to eat Mad Jack and maybe walk around a little with my bro, okay?
Sunday, September 02, 2012
Planning solitary trip to Orchard.
i've been doing some Social Studies from the moment i woke up. okay, so i lazed in bed first thinking of my life and its contents, before i suddenly had this thought, and jumped up to start studying.
i didn't do remarkably much today but i still feel proud of myself. after all, it is an improvement, no matter what.
i'm taking a break now, and what's on my mind is what to buy with my book vouchers. i've still twelve of them left, and they expire next April. still a long way to go.
i'd like to make a trip to Orchard soon, Orchard Central for an Urban Write branch and Ion Orchard for {prologue}. Popular's classy siblings!
since i've nobody to go with, i guess i can go anytime i'd like now. and we could go exploring as well! find some cute little cafes to sit at and write in my precious diary.
i fear the crowds but that's alright, i guess? though the crowds there are not the type of crowds that i like. there's bound to be lots of youths, right? unlike the neighbourhoods i've always frequented before, like Bedok, you know?
i've not been to Orchard for a really long time already, actually. i mean, i'd always gone to Bugis, but Orchard not so i guess. and now i wanna go there for some bookstores.
actually, i don't even know where is Orchard Central or Ion Orchard.
it's okay, we shall explore! feeling excited now. let's go back to the books; i think i shall do a little Chemistry now.
o firetruck! my prelims practical exam was on Tuesday! aiyaiyaiyaiyai karamba. [a la PewDieHiroshiPEN from Ao Oni]
i didn't do remarkably much today but i still feel proud of myself. after all, it is an improvement, no matter what.
i'm taking a break now, and what's on my mind is what to buy with my book vouchers. i've still twelve of them left, and they expire next April. still a long way to go.
i'd like to make a trip to Orchard soon, Orchard Central for an Urban Write branch and Ion Orchard for {prologue}. Popular's classy siblings!
since i've nobody to go with, i guess i can go anytime i'd like now. and we could go exploring as well! find some cute little cafes to sit at and write in my precious diary.
i fear the crowds but that's alright, i guess? though the crowds there are not the type of crowds that i like. there's bound to be lots of youths, right? unlike the neighbourhoods i've always frequented before, like Bedok, you know?
i've not been to Orchard for a really long time already, actually. i mean, i'd always gone to Bugis, but Orchard not so i guess. and now i wanna go there for some bookstores.
actually, i don't even know where is Orchard Central or Ion Orchard.
it's okay, we shall explore! feeling excited now. let's go back to the books; i think i shall do a little Chemistry now.
o firetruck! my prelims practical exam was on Tuesday! aiyaiyaiyaiyai karamba. [a la PewDieHiroshiPEN from Ao Oni]
Saturday, September 01, 2012
Handkerchief. [quick update]
just got back from a few more houses. it was a nice bonding over at cik ipin's house, with the cousins. i like how we don't have to be mature just cause we're older. [really!]
o, Mayang cousie told me how she listened to the PewDiePie song while she was studying for her exams. i was the one who led her to Pewdie because i kept talking about him on my blog, heh heh.
so i completed Ib this afternoon. and i got the Promise of Reunion ending! this lovely picture came out at the end.
i'm gonna play the game a few more times, just to get the other endings at least once, cause i heard there're about six. i also wonder which one i would get if i had chosen to go with the mother instead of Garry at the end. maybe Ib All Alone?
for me, the creepiest has got to be Together, Forever.
i think the game was a little too short for the likes of myself. and it would be great if there was a movie based on it! anime or real life, it would be cool either way.
i feel like writing a book based on the game's story, cause i'm just so in love with it. the only thing that's stopping me is the thought of copyright issues. after all i don't own the game, so i've no permission to write about it. right?
i highly recommend you guys to play this game. although its graphics aren't that astounding, it was actually quite creepy and thrilling. i kept getting high from the few jumpscares that you would get throughout the game! i find it scarier than Slender, bwahah.
and if you wanna get the Promise of Reunion ending, which is the so-called "good" ending, the key is Garry! gotta remember the handkerchief (;
Ib aside, it's the September holidays now. [though mine had already started on Tuesday because i only came to school on the day before for this week] so... any plans?
i think that should be it for now. til we meet again.
#100ThingsILike [not so]
blogging out this Twitter trend right now, yes. why not, even if it keeps me up all night? #100ThingsILike. THINGS as in OBJECTS, okay? [food items and beverage too. and maybe places] not people or "cuddling" or shit like that.
and yes, a hundred. *inhales* alright, Axes. let's go, Aztecs, let's go let's go! started off at 1:27 AM. let's see what time we end.
01. books.
02. notebooks.
03. 0.7 thick black pens.
04. oversized hoodies. even more so if they're someone else's!
05. socks.
06. pencils. the 'classic' ones, not mechanical.
07. paper.
08. bookmarks.
09. blankets that cover up to my feet when i stretch my legs.
10. stuffed white tiger. *ahem*
11. stationery.
12. post-its.
13. earrings.
14. Ministry of Clothing t-shirts.
15. dresses. though i seldom wear them.
16. baju kurung.
17. stockings.
18. Mary Janes flats.
19. skinnies.
20. my Nike shoes.
21. my pink butterfly tee.
22. stickers.
23. headphones.
24. lunch boxes.
25. metal chopsticks.
26. aeroplanes.
27. Game Boy Advanced.
28. Pokemon cartridges.
27. styluses.
28. milk tea. hot and cold.
29. strawberry milk.
30. peanut butter ice cream.
31. chicken rice. with steamed chicken.
32. omelette.
33. Famous Amos cookies.
34. chocolate banana cake.
35. hourglasses.
36. bookends.
37. really unique keychains.
38. old photographs. be it mine or my parents', heheh.
39. primary school diaries.
40. primary school sketchbooks. the drawings i did back then.
41. coloured pencils.
42. book vouchers.
43. letters.
44. bronze necklaces.
45. floors.
46. empty tables.
47. hotels.
48. plastic flowers.
49. piano keys.
50. cellos.
51. violins.
52. bass guitars.
53. buildings with mysterious architecture.
54. couches with armrests.
55. coffee tables nearby.
56. swings.
57. bikes with the two thingys sticking out at the back for people to stand on.
58. fingerless leather gloves.
59. boxes.
60. vases.
61. backpacks.
62. cool pencil cases.
63. paper clips. especially my aeroplane ones.
64. save stations.
65. save kitty cat.
66. webcams.
67. cameras.
68. camcorders.
69. mugs.
70. calendars.
71. custom designed tshirts.
72. DVDs.
73. windowsills.
74. wardrobes.
75. quiet little cafes.
76. quaint little bookshops.
77. libraries.
78. parks.
79. carpark rooftops.
OKAY, I'M DONE. I AM DONE. I SURRENDER. hoo!
and the time now is... 2:25 AM.
listening to some 2NE1 now. it's the only kpop i like. hey pretty boy, i welcome you to my world... let's go party! you ain't got nothin on me. gotta act like you don't care. ya k sorry, listening to the mash up.
will blog if i remain sleepless.
and yes, a hundred. *inhales* alright, Axes. let's go, Aztecs, let's go let's go! started off at 1:27 AM. let's see what time we end.
01. books.
02. notebooks.
03. 0.7 thick black pens.
04. oversized hoodies. even more so if they're someone else's!
05. socks.
06. pencils. the 'classic' ones, not mechanical.
07. paper.
08. bookmarks.
09. blankets that cover up to my feet when i stretch my legs.
10. stuffed white tiger. *ahem*
11. stationery.
12. post-its.
13. earrings.
14. Ministry of Clothing t-shirts.
15. dresses. though i seldom wear them.
16. baju kurung.
17. stockings.
18. Mary Janes flats.
19. skinnies.
20. my Nike shoes.
21. my pink butterfly tee.
22. stickers.
23. headphones.
24. lunch boxes.
25. metal chopsticks.
26. aeroplanes.
27. Game Boy Advanced.
28. Pokemon cartridges.
27. styluses.
28. milk tea. hot and cold.
29. strawberry milk.
30. peanut butter ice cream.
31. chicken rice. with steamed chicken.
32. omelette.
33. Famous Amos cookies.
34. chocolate banana cake.
35. hourglasses.
36. bookends.
37. really unique keychains.
38. old photographs. be it mine or my parents', heheh.
39. primary school diaries.
40. primary school sketchbooks. the drawings i did back then.
41. coloured pencils.
42. book vouchers.
43. letters.
44. bronze necklaces.
45. floors.
46. empty tables.
47. hotels.
48. plastic flowers.
49. piano keys.
50. cellos.
51. violins.
52. bass guitars.
53. buildings with mysterious architecture.
54. couches with armrests.
55. coffee tables nearby.
56. swings.
57. bikes with the two thingys sticking out at the back for people to stand on.
58. fingerless leather gloves.
59. boxes.
60. vases.
61. backpacks.
62. cool pencil cases.
63. paper clips. especially my aeroplane ones.
64. save stations.
65. save kitty cat.
66. webcams.
67. cameras.
68. camcorders.
69. mugs.
70. calendars.
71. custom designed tshirts.
72. DVDs.
73. windowsills.
74. wardrobes.
75. quiet little cafes.
76. quaint little bookshops.
77. libraries.
78. parks.
79. carpark rooftops.
OKAY, I'M DONE. I AM DONE. I SURRENDER. hoo!
and the time now is... 2:25 AM.
listening to some 2NE1 now. it's the only kpop i like. hey pretty boy, i welcome you to my world... let's go party! you ain't got nothin on me. gotta act like you don't care. ya k sorry, listening to the mash up.
will blog if i remain sleepless.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Unfavourable era.
reasons i love books set in the 19th century:
1. the language
earlier English seems to be more polite, and there is lesser, sometimes none, vulgar found in these type of books. their sentence structure is also unique and wind up in a way that is complicated yet simple to understand. like Shakespeare, you know?
2. the setting
so far, all the books i'd read that were set in the 19th century had interesting settings, like a time machine [The Double Shadow] and World War II [Annexed].
3. the story plot
always interesting. there are seldom any books which totally focus on love as its foreground. the books i'd read would have the main plot focus on something less common, like time travel or war, like in the books which i had mentioned above. maybe there would be a sprinkle of love in the sidelines but that would be it.
4. the characters
i love everything about them. their names, their clothing [which would be amazing only if the authors managed to depict that well], the way they speak... it's just so lovely.
that there's my current book, which is set in the eighteenth century! it has lived up to my standards of earlier century books so far. maybe even better, since it's way before the mid 19th century books which i've read. wowee. so excited to read it to the end.
simply said, i love books which are not set in the 20th century. not gonna mention any titles, but even though these books were good, i didn't really like some common settings of college, high school, or college/high school parties [which are abundant, believe it or not].
maybe those books are written for the adults to know more about teenagers. well if that's the case, then i'll be glad to read books set in earlier times to learn more about our senior citizens or ancestors.
and speaking of which, i met up with my maternal grandfather today, to have a little dinner before making a trip to Geylang to get some house decor items. o, how i love the way he laughs. and the little old woman who served us our chicken rice was lovely, too!, the way she laughs!
okay, maybe a little confession now. i just don't favour the way youngsters are turning out these days. i know i'm not any better, and that i'm a horrible youth myself, but yeah.
plus, i think people were dressed way better in the early days. i love wearing baju kurung. the traditional kind, or the kain songket [i love those]. as long as they don't have too much modern twists to it.
also, there were those times when ladies wouldn't wear jeans or shorts at all. just cute dresses or skirts that are not too short. neither too boyish nor sexy, you know? although i have never really lived in those times, i think i'd prefer it that way.
what's more, in this century, there exist people who do not have the confidence to wear dresses or longer skirts, one of the reasons being because it is not in style or whatnot.
just imagine if we are still in the times when jeans for females hadn't been invented, and wearing sweet skirts/dresses would be an everyday thing and you wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
that's talking about myself, i guess. if dresses were a casual thing, i wouldn't be having so much difficulty just putting on a dress and walking outside.
well o well. i better stop shooting my mouth off here.
o, wait. one more reason i don't like this era: the music. enough said. [although i do listen to some annoying music occasionally, like DJ Fortify's PewDiePie soundtrack. e.g. my current blog song]
and here is a song for you.
i managed to download Ib. am SO in love with the game and the beautiful soundtrack!
1. the language
earlier English seems to be more polite, and there is lesser, sometimes none, vulgar found in these type of books. their sentence structure is also unique and wind up in a way that is complicated yet simple to understand. like Shakespeare, you know?
2. the setting
so far, all the books i'd read that were set in the 19th century had interesting settings, like a time machine [The Double Shadow] and World War II [Annexed].
3. the story plot
always interesting. there are seldom any books which totally focus on love as its foreground. the books i'd read would have the main plot focus on something less common, like time travel or war, like in the books which i had mentioned above. maybe there would be a sprinkle of love in the sidelines but that would be it.
4. the characters
i love everything about them. their names, their clothing [which would be amazing only if the authors managed to depict that well], the way they speak... it's just so lovely.
that there's my current book, which is set in the eighteenth century! it has lived up to my standards of earlier century books so far. maybe even better, since it's way before the mid 19th century books which i've read. wowee. so excited to read it to the end.
simply said, i love books which are not set in the 20th century. not gonna mention any titles, but even though these books were good, i didn't really like some common settings of college, high school, or college/high school parties [which are abundant, believe it or not].
maybe those books are written for the adults to know more about teenagers. well if that's the case, then i'll be glad to read books set in earlier times to learn more about our senior citizens or ancestors.
and speaking of which, i met up with my maternal grandfather today, to have a little dinner before making a trip to Geylang to get some house decor items. o, how i love the way he laughs. and the little old woman who served us our chicken rice was lovely, too!, the way she laughs!
okay, maybe a little confession now. i just don't favour the way youngsters are turning out these days. i know i'm not any better, and that i'm a horrible youth myself, but yeah.
plus, i think people were dressed way better in the early days. i love wearing baju kurung. the traditional kind, or the kain songket [i love those]. as long as they don't have too much modern twists to it.
also, there were those times when ladies wouldn't wear jeans or shorts at all. just cute dresses or skirts that are not too short. neither too boyish nor sexy, you know? although i have never really lived in those times, i think i'd prefer it that way.
what's more, in this century, there exist people who do not have the confidence to wear dresses or longer skirts, one of the reasons being because it is not in style or whatnot.
just imagine if we are still in the times when jeans for females hadn't been invented, and wearing sweet skirts/dresses would be an everyday thing and you wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
that's talking about myself, i guess. if dresses were a casual thing, i wouldn't be having so much difficulty just putting on a dress and walking outside.
well o well. i better stop shooting my mouth off here.
o, wait. one more reason i don't like this era: the music. enough said. [although i do listen to some annoying music occasionally, like DJ Fortify's PewDiePie soundtrack. e.g. my current blog song]
and here is a song for you.
i managed to download Ib. am SO in love with the game and the beautiful soundtrack!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Let's forget about the rain.
so what have i been up to eh? well, i woke up with a major migraine, which is why i hadn't gone to school today, and dared get out of bed only around late morning.
apparently i have gone all rusty in terms of my studies. it was a hit-and-run on all the subjects because each time i bumped into a question i didn't know how to solve, i simply gave up.
thus, i decided to start from scratch. and this was what i did today: geography.
and the adaptations for the rest of the forests, of course, but i'm too lazy to scan that now. i did this while watching PewDiePie [the Ao Oni series], and it was not a distraction, not at all! in fact it made me concentrate better, would you believe it?
when i was done with all that, i decided to draw this.
my bad that i can't draw certain things like dripping blood and vines wrapping around the body, okay?
what inspired this was a dream i had last night/this morning, where i was lying down on a ledge with the younger twin walking below. i cried and yupp, my tears dripped down on him, thus this drawing, just that i replaced him with the Solitary Author.
the simple story behind this drawing is the fact that the body above, the Wrister girl as you can see from the striped hoodie, is hanging on thorny vines and all, which are causing her to bleed here and there.
her blood is dripping down to the Solitary Author who is casually walking in the rain, which is probably another form of the body's tears.
simply put, the body above represents the past, while the Solitary Author represents the present. therefore, this drawing simply means that the past does affect your present. just whether or not you bother about it.
if you do bother about it, at most is just by putting up your hood or an umbrella. get what i mean?
[although in reality, the Solitary Author ain't ignoring the rain like that at all.]
with that said, here is a song for you.
gotta looove Trapt.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Siren.
picture this: you are a doll. a pretty little thing, made to be admired by girls, collectors, grandmothers reminiscing their childhoods.
you have no heart, or brain, and you're always staring ahead into the nothingness, but you're still smiling nonetheless.
among all the people who 'loves' you, i think the scariest group is the little girls. they want to dress you up and make you look pretty for their friends to see. you're nothing but a show.
back in the little girl's bedroom, she talks to you. sometimes she hits you against the edge of her toy box, simply because she's angry at you or at someone else and is venting on you. still, you smile.
you're also a target for devils sometimes. devils or demons, who like to reside in things which are made to be admired, just to have the attention of humans.
you know what i mean by devils don't you? the negativity, just to summarise it.
if you're wondering why i'm suddenly talking about dolls, it's because for one, it is one of my fears. another reason is because in many points of my life, i have been in the shoes of a doll.
especially to the little girl who made me.
you have no heart, or brain, and you're always staring ahead into the nothingness, but you're still smiling nonetheless.
among all the people who 'loves' you, i think the scariest group is the little girls. they want to dress you up and make you look pretty for their friends to see. you're nothing but a show.
back in the little girl's bedroom, she talks to you. sometimes she hits you against the edge of her toy box, simply because she's angry at you or at someone else and is venting on you. still, you smile.
you're also a target for devils sometimes. devils or demons, who like to reside in things which are made to be admired, just to have the attention of humans.
you know what i mean by devils don't you? the negativity, just to summarise it.
if you're wondering why i'm suddenly talking about dolls, it's because for one, it is one of my fears. another reason is because in many points of my life, i have been in the shoes of a doll.
especially to the little girl who made me.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Aku Masih Dara.
i went to the doctor today, obediently. sure i got dragged by my mom, because she was bringing my brother anyway. so i went along. when i got back, i laid in front of the tv on a movie marathon.
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this is part 5. probably a few of my favourite parts of the movie.
anyway, i've been sick. maybe it was the rain, which i had caught myself in yesterday. although i was already having a sore throat before that. and i had a few nightmares in my sleep last night/this morning, unsurprisingly.
okay. shall blog more tomorrow.
today's theme seemed to be Malaysian films. [after the Journey 2 the Myserious Island at first] and i must admit, Malaysian films aren't that bad, really.
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i would have given a little summary of each of the movies, but i'm too tired/lazy. i can tell you though, that although they all have really good stories, i liked the last one most. so maybe i shall talk a little about that.
the story touches on several aspects from religion to friendship. three best friends, Aliesya, Hani and Sofia come from different backgrounds, but they are all not very religious and regularly go clubbing.
when Aliesya's cousin Firdaus came over, her father told him to take care of her, including her regular trips to the club with her friends.
Firdaus is a religious person compared to Aliesya, and she was complaining to her friends about how he was always lecturing her about religion when he stayed over.
when Firdaus tagged along with them to the club, he had a talk with Sofia. it somehow sparked something in her which made her run home frantically asking her mother whether there's any Al-Quran in their house.
upon finding one, Sofia opened the Quran and started crying because she wasn't able to read it.
she decided to ask Firdaus to teach her everything about Islam, which he obliged to. then she asked him for a favour, to bring her back to his kampung so she can learn more.
when Hani and Aliesya heard about Sofia's decision, they got angry at her for their own various reasons. Aliesya said Sofia was just banging on her cousin using religion as an excuse, while Hani thought that changing into a more religious person wouldn't make her life better anyway.
one of Hani's lines which i can't help not forgetting: my mother prays. my father also prays. [pray as in solat] but all these years have you ever seen my life changing for the better? you see, Hani comes from a family who is having more difficulty compared to Sofia and Aliesya.
you should watch the movie, i think it's a really good one.
this is part 5. probably a few of my favourite parts of the movie.
anyway, i've been sick. maybe it was the rain, which i had caught myself in yesterday. although i was already having a sore throat before that. and i had a few nightmares in my sleep last night/this morning, unsurprisingly.
okay. shall blog more tomorrow.
Monday, August 27, 2012
A stormy load of gloom.
many people associate rain with the sky's tears. my way of rephrasing this is that, when it rains, the sky is not the only one that is crying.
i appreciate the rain, but i don't like it. especially storms, when the rain is particularly heavy. plus, there's lighting and thunder.
i feel that lightning is like a flashback. it's like ZAP, it's there for a fraction of a second before it disappears again. and although it's not there anymore, you still feel the emotion. you know, like that nervous anticipation for the thunder that comes after.
it rained after school earlier. it was probably one of my worst experiences with the rain ever. had asked my little bro to fetch me from the bus stop but he was busy with a friend.
it was a short walk from Elias mall to the nearest shelter that would get me to my house, but i still got drenched to the bone. of course, i started shivering like mad since i couldn't stand the cold. and believe it or not, i started to cry because of that.
went to shower and ate my chicken rice wrapped in the foster brother's hoodie. although that craving was satisfied, i was still feeling a little gloomy due to the rain.
and there we have it, one of the miserable storms i've ever experienced. and survived.
i appreciate the rain, but i don't like it. especially storms, when the rain is particularly heavy. plus, there's lighting and thunder.
i feel that lightning is like a flashback. it's like ZAP, it's there for a fraction of a second before it disappears again. and although it's not there anymore, you still feel the emotion. you know, like that nervous anticipation for the thunder that comes after.
it rained after school earlier. it was probably one of my worst experiences with the rain ever. had asked my little bro to fetch me from the bus stop but he was busy with a friend.
it was a short walk from Elias mall to the nearest shelter that would get me to my house, but i still got drenched to the bone. of course, i started shivering like mad since i couldn't stand the cold. and believe it or not, i started to cry because of that.
went to shower and ate my chicken rice wrapped in the foster brother's hoodie. although that craving was satisfied, i was still feeling a little gloomy due to the rain.
and there we have it, one of the miserable storms i've ever experienced. and survived.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Cousie and Sya-zamn.
there we go now, a drawing of the two people i'd spent today with. (:
a stitch on the shorts Cousie is wearing XD , and a wrapped package in Sya-zamn's hand.
i'm really so happy that i spent the day with two people, my Axes. really! i guess that's just how lonely i've been. this really is the happiest Solitary Author i've ever drawn. *grins* and i was wearing my butterfly tee that's why there's one there. only one cause i was lazy to draw more.
Best seat in the world.
i met up with two lovely people today. first was none other than Mayang cousie. we went to have breakkie at Mac cause i couldn't make it for KFC's. damn son. i really wanted porridge.
well at least we still got to meet up. it's been awhile since we had a meal together. talked about the least important things in our lives as always.
took bus and walked to PRP where i met up with Syamirul. passed him his birthday present and sat on the breakwaters, also talking about the least important things in our lives. [okay, so we talked about my o levels too, which is definitely not an unimportant thing. but yeah]
went to the library on my own afterwards. it's been ages since i last visited the library to sit and read! one of the security personnel came over to me and told me that i can't consume milk tea in the library. [i had a bottle next to me]
me: but i didn't drink it.
security personnel: *laughs* that's what everyone says.
me: O: really! [really.] i came here only to read. [meaning to say, please let me read in peace.]
security personnel: fine, fine. just put it in your bag please.
so i did.
and then i went to popular to look at more books. bwahah. blah3, here i am now, slacking in bed with a book.
that white tiger has the best seat in the world. my stomach.
i wanna say, thank you to my Cousie and Sya-zamn. it's been a while since i went out with someone, two people in one day. it makes me feel so special, somehow. so thank you very much (;
i would love to draw you guys but i'm too lazy go to my drawing spot. which is over there. and i'm here. x_x
let's watch more PewDiePie now! i don't think he's had any new uploads, so i'll just continue watching the Happy Wheels ones.
image courtesy of MyNightSoul on DeviantArt.
okay, maybe not beach. but park. PRP to be exact. should be close enough. that place has a significance too anyway, so let's go.
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and stars the only things you see.
there's something else which is near;
something that's either sad or happy.
where we spent our first night;
where you brought me around on your bike.
where we had a cold fight;
yes, they're all there, behind.
but the stars are all that i'd like to look at;
no matter how tired my neck would get.
i just wanna look to the sky, and forget;
about everything, from the day we first met.
this place is killing me;
all the ghosts that i can't help but see.
the ghosts of our memories;
make them disappear, please.
shall blog again later if i feel like it.
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