New year's coming up, so it's time for new year resolution 2008 (Not that it works anyway, my last year's resolution was to be more organised, but considering the state of my (empty) geography files...I don't think so.)

1) Be more organised. Or try to.

2) Be nicer to everyone. Except eople who deserve it or incurred my wrath for valid reasons. Refer to personal lawbook for circumstances where all niceties can be excused.

3) Learn when to shut up at appropraiate times. I mean, I can talk about FGM during recess as if I am discussing today's weather. Or rape.

4) Get straight A's. Geography and Chinese can be excused. Oh, raise English to a high A2 first.

5) Speak in a more refined manner. I know I suck at that, but from now on I shall type profanities in acronyms, e.g. WTF. The exact words, however, are entirely left to your imagination. I cannot be blamed if you have a corrupted mind. *shrugs blithely*

6) Learn more ways to manipulate people. It'll come in useful someday.

7) TRY to act more refined. Or manipulative. As long as I don't fall under the badly behanved category, I'm fine, even if I'm a bitch. Did you know in Greek mythology, there are the Empousae?

These chicks were Greek demonesses and emmissaries of Hecate (as well as her daughters). They are also known for snatching children, and scourging the poor shades in the Underworld. These demonesses had one brass leg and one ass leg, and leathery wings and claws for hands. They were primarily bitches (dogs! primarily as a result of their relationship with Hecate), but they could take the form of cows and maidens as well (through Hecate's connection with Aphrodite and Hera). As maidens they slept with guys and sucked their life out of them. I only know one of their names and that is Empousa. Their name means "Forcers-In".

As much as I don'tlike the idea of sleeping around, and find it really pathetic, but at least I have a niche for myself in myth. Take that, losers. I might skip the sleeping part and suck your life out of you. Mwahahahaha...I just broke resolution #2. Be nice. Be nice. But you deserve it. *diabolical laughter*

Ahem. Back to topic.

8) Improve my chinese to a B3.

9)Stop being such a glutton and eating everything within sight when I'm hungry, making my weight balloon beyind recognition.

10)Stop being such a nerd, get out, kick back, relax and learn to have fun. And stop frowning all the time, the last thing I need is premature wrinkles and people thinking I'm 31 instead of 13. Though this is great, I have unlimited access to bars and violent movies which they BAN. Diss them.

11) Hope to inferno that there's no gymnastics or dance for P.E. or I will die. Badminton too. I can't even hit the damn shuttlecock properly. I'm beyond redemption.

12) Really enjoy whatever I do best at, I don't want to do it and feel very forced. I hope this goes the same for CCA. Success isn't important, being a leader isn't important, what's important is that I love whatever I am doing and will make a concious effort to enhance the effect.

--The following tale will be told in an essay-like manner--.

I stifled a sigh as I gazed down at the worksheet of condemnation. I looked at the worksheet, the worksheet which I had failed to do during these two months, labelling it as 'judgemental' and 'puerile'. The same worksheet which would be due in 2 day's time. It was indeed puerile, for lack of better words to describe it.

During the last school term, the teachers (with nothing better to do, I suppose, other than the excuse of 'preserving memories') had given us this tiresome worksheet under the useless subject known as 'Charisma'. We were supposed to take a meaningful photograph and write a true story on it(notice how 'true' was emphasized), and fill in forms regarding our pedigree. It was, in other words, the ultimate time-waster.

The words shifted and blurred before my bleary eyes as I rubbed them, then propping my head on a hand. I chewed the tip of a pencil while ruminating on the question: Where and when is the date and place of birth for your paternal great-grandmother? The date and place of death (if applicable)?

I scowled down at the question. How the -beep- would I know? Besides, wasn't it a tad too insensitive for them to bring up such painful memories? How was I to reply? Oh, the place of death had been in the shower when the electrical wires were exposed and electrocuted her to death, you dirty, ungrateful, mongrel of a nosey parker. Not that it is true in any case, but let's pretend it is so for the sake of this insult.

I sighed and stabbed viciously at the worksheet, creating a small, lead-shaped hole in the worksheet. I was beyond caring at the state of the worksheet. 我是逼不得已的，只好用老招：编谎！

I could already imagine the situation being turned into a life talk show. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the latest episode of Mission Procrastination. Today, our topic for the show is Assignment to Lie!

Perhaps it was my deranged mind becoming more imaginative all of a sudden. I could see pink dust bunnies hopping back and forth on the page, threatening world domination...

My eyes randomly rested themselves on the last sentence. I squinted and read the small print:

Hand in this project by 16 Jan 2008 (Wednesday) to your form teacher.

My mouth formed a small 'oh' of comprehension.

Ah. I see...

YIPEE!

The end.

Sorry, I keep losing all my stuff and making you scan them for me T.T

Hm. Is anyone free tomorrow?

Anyway, please tag when you visit (but no one will visit anyway,lucky me)

Oh, I realised that my procrastinating habit has caught up with me again.

...

nevermind.

I swear that if I find ANOTHER -profanity deleted- friendster invite you can go fug off and say hello from me to Proserpina in Hell.

Ah well. Bad day, bad day.

To my horror, I discovered that there are 4 days left for transient bliss before we go back to the torturous horror that is school.

I have to see Yang meh everyday then! NOOOOOO!

My eyes are blinded by thou ugly face, thou face is like the myth of Medusa come hissing forth, spreading disease and sowing discord on innocent villagers...

I did my best to try and sound like the erudite poet, but to my utter disgust and horror, it failed. Oh woe, woe, woe is thine! Thine is not worthy to stand upon the same ground as you, fair lady...Ok, enough crapping already. But my point is that..well, you'll get my point if you didn't fail your English literature. I remember SOAHs and DOAHs by the abominable thing's they've done, and this big sheep ain't going nowhere.

Don't ask me what the acronym stands for. I made it up in one of a earlier posts, and you'll have to be a thorough reader to know what I'm saying.

Anyway, I noticed that wheneverI make requests on my blog, no one seems to reply. Am I that obnoxious? =.="

Is there anyone from CCHMS willing to help me print out my du shu bao gao? Please? I'll be grateful to you for eternity... Heck, I'll dedicate apoem to you! Pleeeeaaassee?

I know it'ssupposed to be on the sidebar-thing, but my wishlist is kinda long. If you think you're ambitious and unreliatic, well, I bet mine beats yours.

1 Get straight A's. Geography and Chinese may be excused.

2 Become one of Singapore's youngest entrepreneurs in business and bring in revenue of at least $100,000 per month.

3 Graduate out of Secondary school with flying colours and enrol at JC/poly

3 ", except this time it's from JC/Poly

4 Get into Cambridge/ win the president's scholarship into Cambridge (?) Is it misspelt or misnamed?

5 Get Law degree plus honours(Even higher than bachelor's degree!) If possible, get business degree too.

6 Become top of my field in 3 years, become associate/found my own company

7 When I become a millionaire, invest money in becoming a hotelier

8 After becoming a billionaire, Invest money in the nation's security, political, fashion, etc industries.

9 Go international.

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I told you it was ambitious. Even more ambitious then the usual 'get straight A1's for O-level'.

Ha. I might be the most ambitious teen in the world,but never to become a bilionaire, much less a hotelier or own a stake in the nation's security, fashion, political, etc industries.

I hope it will come true. I bet the most I will get is the law degree and become an associate.

Then I can go into jewelery design part-time...

This is my blog, under a different email account.

proserpina.0 is the new account. You can view the reason of choosing this username at www.mythical-whims.blogspot.com

I should be more subtle, if you don't know what I'm talking about...

This maybe temporary or permenant. I realised that this has reached its breaking point and we shall venture forth as individuals.

What began as a fort made of dreams became shattered. Time has worn it away. Three became two, and then dwindled to one.

It's time to fly free with abandon, no constrains.

So. New blog I guess.

I bid you adieu, I might or might not start a new account. I'm breaking from the shared account.

Hohoho! Whether you're good or bad, Santa knows, and your retribution would be your number of presents...

I must've been a bad girl this year as I only got a scant few presents =( I knew I should've been more...humane. I shouldn't have verbally abused certain people who really deserve it, though on another hand, as I said, they DO deserve it. Which contradicts my point. Ah well. I shouldn't have been so mean towards my sister. 'Mean' as in screaming at her when she stole my sweets. Not the torturing type of mean. Blame it on the mood swings and my incessant need for sugar all day long.

Today I went around and tagged most of my classmates who have blogs. I must've been in an exceptionally good mood to do that. And I am, because today is Christmas and I'm no grinch. The fact that Alvin and the chipmunks were kawaii helped.

The people who voiced the chipmunks must have very good vocals, they even managed to beatbox quite decently. I didn't really like the christmas song that the male lead wrote, I found it too simple.

My deviantart page has 105 pageviews! KYAAAAAAAA

Ok, I didn't really squeal but I have this foolish grin on my face. Like the Chesire cat in Alice in Wonderland.

Sheets of snow falling in blankets
Winter wear draped, and wooly hats
Soparno notes warm the heart
Merry meet and merry part

Children's laughter traced the scene
Footsteps imprinting where they've been
White snowflakes nestle within the sheen of hair
Radiant smiles etched, they have no care

Townhouses of bricks, a homely feel
Family bonds like one of steel
Celebratory dinners, glasses with wine
Conversation with music while they dine

Christmas lights gleam from the green
Enhancing the beauty of the Christmas tree
Presents stacked beneath in form
Fires cackle, embers rich with warmth

Carols sung by angel's voice
A wish to the North Star, one of toys
Wrapping ripped open, thrill in the air
Ribbons served tied in flair

So merry meet and merry part
As soparno notes warm the heart

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A poem dedicated to Christmas, not my best work, but I tried.

They say, air your strengths, keep your weaknesses to yourself.

I do just the opposite.

Call it trust, call it naivete, but I do so as I am not afraid of being manipulated by my weaknesses and I know that one day I have to face them on, and conquer them.

There are other things to the world other than strengths and weaknesses. Perhaps more than religion. No point camping and learning about God and preaching in your safe little world, but not doing anything. (I don't get the point about visiting old folks homes, we go there and blunder, why not learn medicine and make a cure for SARS or Parkinson's disease? I'm not one for interaction, the books are where I truly belong)

When I get rich enough to be able to afford one day without income,I'll take on the cases of the wronged that are poor and fight until their appeal is successful. Everyone who tried to make a difference in this lifetime always go down by the media, but their efforts are recognised.

Conquering your weaknesses and climbing up my your strengths is one thing, but giving to society is another.

--Warning: Annoyance level high. I promise to be nicer, so this doesn't qualify as nice, but I have to get it out of my system. Compiled days ago, posting it up today. Take it as fiction.--

I have had it.

I am sick of this, I tell you.

If you don't like to be judged, then don't fucking judge me!

Everyone have their flaws. Laziness, ugliness, stupidity, greed, lust, etc. I have flaws, and I know that. I know I am proud, arrogant, and downright obnoxious sometimes, judgemental, opinionated, shoots of mouth without thinking, rash, bitchy, and a coward.

Yes, I admit I am a coward. For typing this in my blog instead of having a face-off with people concerned. For hiding behind IP addresses and a monitor screen. But admit it sometimes, it just isn't smart to go to the battlefield without a strategy. You might as well commit suicide, amen.

So it depends on your view...WHY THE FUCK AM I GOING OFF TOPIC?! Ahem. Let me carry on with this tirade.

There's alot of people that hate me for my stubborn character, and possibly argumentative as well. But. I. Try. Okay?

When I am TRYING to be sensitive *snorts* and tactful here, purposely editing over harsh words, you bombard me.

You know what?

FINE. You want to hear harsh words? Trust me, I have a plethora of them. I go out of my way to stop YOUR ego from being crushed like a cockroach but apparently it has as many electrons as the element Actinium, (I copied it off the textbook ok?) making it impossibly egregious and thick. If I had known, I would have cut down on the guilt after the conversation.

But since you insist on scratching open old wounds, instead of stopping you (against my be-nice-and-kind-to-everyone side), I think I'll sit around and watch you get an infection, or wait till you've scraped yourself to bone, and your scrunched flesh is embedded in your fingernails...

I really HATE people who CLAIM that I promised them something when my exact words were: I'll see, no promises.

Hello. Do you speak English? Did you fail your English Language at foundation level? Want to go back to preschool? I'll pay--It's my generous gift to the world for upgrading the illiterate. *smiles benignly upon the masses*

So don't you DARE hold me on something I supposedly 'promised' when the situation is on a hiatus and when it turns out that something cropped up last minute, you unseat yourself from your high horse and get ready to blame the world.

Oh woe, woe, thy is so wronged! Cursed from thine birth, the world has wronged me so! I am a martyr, the only remaining of what left that is clean...

Give me that shit and I will CLEAN your insides out for you so that you can be 'pure' and 'clean'. I'll use bleach and microwave oven cleaner, if you want. Happy dying, see you in the newspaper, i.e. the obituary.

You didn't think that I even looked forward to the event. That shows how much you don't know me. It's not my fucking fault that the higher authorities changed their decision. Me, hiding behind someone's skirt? I like to fight my own wars myself, thank you. I simply granted your request. Besides, the situation is rather familiar, don'tyou think, pot calling a kettle black?

You changed, not me. And the topic on listening? Try doing it yourself, or 'analyse' every single word I say.I may look crude, or seem open and direct. But that's the mask molded on me. Behind the mask could be a ravishing beauty...or a manipulative beast. I remember some, I forget some, I forgive some. I may not think too much of the situation at hand, but the key, as in every summary, is to remember the essential points. And I better get an excellent explanation.

Just be careful of where you tread, you might fall into a trap. Because not everyone is as amicable or quiet as you think. Loud ones may even have secrets.

P.S. Please note that certain words are only applicable,depending on the situation given. i.e. 'Account for your actions.' It is an extremely strong word. It may have been better to avoid the spear entirely instead of dancing around in a game of swordplay. It is best to know, as a manipulator, when to appear ignorant, and when to nip situations in the bud.

It's a corrupted world we live in. It's the survival of the fittest, or the treacherous. You eitherlose, get stepped on, plunge into insanity or make your steps careful, slowly inching towards the top.

There are only two colours in the world: Black and white. The slight smudge which is grey is the fallen.

This is absolutely funny. Traffic Jams...LOL.

Sung by Dick Lee on his 30th anniversary concert. These are the songs before 'chotomatte kudasai' portion.



Enjoy. And those without a sense of humour, duck. *Rotting duck entrails are thrown*

Ok the part about funeral invitations was admittedly abit overboard, but I was angry.

This concludes the sequel. Sayonara!

To whom it may refer to:

Look at your age. Well, I guess it's too late to grow anything but white hair, beard and viruses in your case, but can you do us all a favour and grow a sense of humour?

Or patience might help. Sometime later in your life, when you're sick, you need to wait for the doctor. And while you're at it, muster some manners.

Instead of demanding things, try asking politely. Lookie there! It actually works! People actually try to humour you a little more if you're Mr/Ms Nice-and-friendly. If you're Mr/Ms. Demanding, chances are, that plate of steaming hot noodle soup ordered might contain other's...bodily excretions from mentionable or unmentionable places.

If you were to treat me "nicely", I would return that kind and benevolent favour...Even if the circumstances puts me in a rather... unfavourable position as you might say, and one were not permitted to voice out one's thoughts, but there's nothing prohibiting me from thinking it, or expressing my displeasure in ways wherein I can exert my control with pleasure. =)

You might find it less taxing on other people's part to hear you shouting all the time. At your speed, you'd better not stop your mouth too fast or your teeth will fly through your cranium. We assure you of our transcendence in hearing and other senses, though we cannot guarantee of the qualities you possess, or seemingly....lack.

If, in any case, you find your resources...inadequate, and it just so happens that it is in my control , instead of overtaking by force, mayhaps you could try negotiation, where the transaction would be beneficial to both parties?

Sir/Madam, should you happen to stumble upon this piece of advice, I suggest you do not be too hasty in getting exacerbated, lest you might crack that plastic mask the cosmetic surgeon so painstakingly worked over for a scanty few hours. Worse, facial oil might gush out like lava from a volcano and stain the designer pieces you're wearing, insulting the good work of the designer. Should you get antagonised to the point of death, I have decided to accept the invitation to your funeral, though I might be a little late. I firmly believe in business before pleasure.

I would like the pleasure of your company, but unfortunately enough, it only gives me displeasure. In afterlife I can only dream of meeting you -- and that is to say, a nightmare.

With that, I would like to give you my heartfelt congratulations on finding someone. They say opposites attract, and it's true! Your One is beautiful, intelligent and cultured. I know you like arithmetic, so I hereby crown you 'Arithmetic Man' -- you add trouble, subtract IQ, divide attention, and multiply ignorance.

Sincerely,
CHANEl

ma·te·ri·al·ism (mə-tîr'ē-ə-lĭz'əm) Pronunciation Key n.
1. Philosophy The theory that physical matter is the only reality and that everything, including thought, feeling, mind, and will, can be explained in terms of matter and physical phenomena.

2. The theory or attitude that physical well-being and worldly possessions constitute the greatest good and highest value in life.

3. A great or excessive regard for worldly concerns.

Frankly, I do not know whether I am materialistic or not.

I mean, to survive in this world, most people have a regard for worldly concerns. But I know that some things can't be bought over by money. Though you can't buy friendship wioth it, you can most certainly ruin ties or destruct friendships.

How many times have we read in the paper about how Friend A borrows from friend B, then refusing to return the money, and B sues A, and now they're foes?

Everyone knows that even a measly 10 cents can make a difference. I'm trying to save for the future. Most people wouldnoit care about an errant 5 cent coin, but if you accumulate them alotogether, you might get a noteworthy sum.

It's still money. And money can buy other materials, be it food or books or education.

We often see the people that hanker after riches as gold-diggers, but have you ever examined why they want to, or what caused them to do such a thing?

There are two sides to a coin.

No violence involved--I promise.

I don't know why, but I find a sortof humour in these words. It's kinda funny to me. Ah well. I'm probably deranged.

I know I lack emotions, and the way I write is cold and un-emotional. That's good--it shows Ican deliver gruesome facts without a problem.

Not that the elow is gruesome.

1. Killing plants: HERBICIDE
2. Killing an entire race: GENOCIDE
3. Killing one's brother: FRATRICIDE
4. Killing one's sister: SORORICIDE
5. Happening after one's death: POSTHUMOUS
6. Deliberate killing of a person: HOMICIDE (or murder)
7. Accidental killing of a person: MANSLAUGHTER
8. Killing a public figure: ASSASSINATE
9. Killing one's mother: MATRICIDE
10.Killing one's father: PATRICIDE

I didn't know there was a term for killing plants. Herbicide indeed!

Jury: I hereby pronounce you guilty of commiting herbicide. *bangs hammer on table*

Lord, if this is a crime, I must have been a repetitive offender.

I went shopping today with Xinyi and it was FUN!

Especially the look on her face...mwahaha.

The day started off with her arriving at my house and me being ten minutes late. We later had an argument about going to Tampines(Take bus 31!) Me:(No! Take bus to Paya Lebar then take MRT! Faster! Time is money!)

I won (ok, cheated) by dragging her bodily to the other bus stop. The males who were deep in conversation looked up in surprise to see a girl stylishly dressed dragging another slender girl, obviously struggling.

Somehow along the way we discussed torture methods and I was about to make use of my extensive knowledge on it when she balked and refused to listen anymore. (It's science! I insisted.)

We then took the MRT to Tampines and was walking to the exit gates when, horrors of horrors, Xinyi found her wallet missing!

She thought it was some guy who pick pocketed her and I was about to dash after the guy, swearing and bringing down the law on him, when Xinyi, still looking calm, called her mother.

In the end, lunch was, sadly, my 'treat'. Ok, technically it wasn't, I was just lending her money for the day (Yes, I'm a loan shark, so owe me money....pray for yourself)

I dragged her shopping, examining the long necklaces with delight when she asked me whether I was ok or not.

I glared at her and pulverised her to a pile of human goo, and frostily replied that I behave like this when I'm shopping. (Ok, I didn't. But I did send a very painful kick up her shin while examining the necklaces.)

We then went to Century Square. Gosh, that place is better then Tampines Mall any day.

Glancing down at my overlarge and childish shoes, I decided that I needed to get a pair. I found some I liked at BATA, but unfortunately it cost $24+.

So we went to the ladies department and I relaxed in the toilet (it has a sofa! Nice!) while Xinyi did her necessities.)

We then went to a nice retail outlet called Mondo, and she told me about a pair of bimbotic shoes she saw her friend wearing. Apparently it was pink (I winced, but dug into my ice cream) has two fluffy pom-poms at the front and back (I balked) and also has shiny hearts littering the sides of the shoes. I felt my ice cream rise to the front on my throat. I contemplated stamping HARD on her toes but decided not to as I needed her opinion on the shoes.

We found a nice brown pair. And it was $19.90 too! In my excitement, I mistook another customer as a sales lady and was asking her to get me a new set when Xinyi pointed out to me that she wasn't a saleslady.

Oops. Xinyi whacked me on the head with her pink bag and I stuck out my tongue as a sign of rebellion. "Note to others: Never wear a black polo in front of Chanel or she'll mistake you for a sales assistant," I heard her mutter.

I wanted to murder her but decided that it would take too much effort concealing the dead body. We then found the RIGHT salesgirl and I was confused as to how to make sure the shoes fit, so I asked Xinyi.

"How the heck do I know? You're more experienced at it, remember?" My reply was that I don't shop for shoes. Ever. Really. The last time I was forced to go shopping for shoes was last year, October.

I made my purchase and wandered about the shop, looking at other shoes, when I noticed a sign on a rack of shoes. It said: Special offer! $9.90!

My heart made a ping as it shattered into a million pieces when I realised I spent $10 for naught. Xinyi had to drag me bodily from the rack as she said I looked very pale, and that we hadn't seen anything. She bade adieu to the shoes.

Recovered, I paid and bounced off happily to the accessories shop. I gawked over the design of the necklaces(Ingenious commoners! Nah. Joking. Get a sense of humour!) while Xinyi turned her attention over to the rack of sterile earrings.

I could only stare wistfully as she held each one up to her ear. I want to pierce! Anyway, she almost had a cardiac arrest when she saw the price of some earrings ("$7? So expensive?" she squawked. I decided to refrain from telling her that my diamond pendant cost around $60. Small diamond.)

We ended up shopping for the right earrings and she borrowed $6 to buy an exquisite set. Now she's $21 in my debt. Mwahahahaha....

It was four when we finished. A young lady approached us and asked us to fill in a survey form. I did give my real name, and she asked me how old I am. I asked her to guess. She said I was Sec. 3.

*Gets shot in head*

Do I look so old?!

Xinyi was snickering away and I delivered another kick to her shin, injuring her more. I smiled sarccharinely at the girl and did the survey form. Actually, it was the type of survey that asks you which do you place first, religion before friends, etc, etc. I placed Monetary status as first. Be realistic, you can't survive in this dog-eat-dog society with no money.

hopped onto the bus. I had to lend her a dollar for the ride. It turned out to be $1.50 actually, but then I was out of small change. Some lao ah pek with a very bad attitude (the bus driver) told her RUDELY that "if you get caught, it's not my problem".

His bus is SBS 876 B. So much for the GEMS campaign (Go the Extra Mile for Service), as we can see it's USELESS on certain people. Bah. Just because we're young doesn't mean we don't deserve respect! Fucking ageist.

I told her how I would destroy a person who pisses me off (Destroy him financially, crush his reputation, give him humiliation and mark his name in the black books) Xinyi said I was cruel, but apparently that was the tactic Lee Kwan Yew used on his enemies, he sued them until they didn't have a cent.

Woo hoo. I'm a pioneer, and an evil dictator.

Besides, Xinyi said he's retired and if we boot him out of this job, he won't have another, giving his bad attitude.

Hmm. True. But haven'tyou heard? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Sure, I'm not a woman yet, but I'm a female. We might not be prominent actors in a play, but we pull the strings behind the scenes. Without us, the play would go crashing down.

Which is why. When I'm successful later in my life, don't. Piss. Me. Off.

Though I'm more of the inmpulsive type, I do know the importance of material wiles in this world.

What can I say? I'm materialistic. Deal with it.

All right, I don't know if this should go here or in the otherblog, so I'm making an assumption here.

Welcome to the latest debate : Brands VS. Normal

As a teen, you've probably noticed that many have 'branded' stuff hanging off their bodies. Billabong, Roxy, Ripcurl, you name it, we've got it. They wear it like diamonds--they flaunt it, are proud of it, and pratically their whole closet is crammed with them.

But they are getting the quintessential brands. When we grow up and see what is truly considered 'branded' in the society, these pale into comparison. E.g. Armani, Prada, Christian Dior, Shiseido (SP? Ok it's a makeup brand, but it's still branded), Chanel (yeah, dig on my name and you will find yourself GPS-ed--Global 'Placement System'), Versace, Louis Vitton, etc. Thesebig-name companies make Billabong pale into comparison.

Some might argue that Billabong has higher qualitystuff and are well-designed. Well, I agree, but the others buy it just for the sake of the brand.

Oh come on!

Just because you're decked in brands doesn't mean you look good. There're a lot of key factors in fashion, combination, style, colours, etc. You could shopat This Fashion and still look great.

And YES, you can still look good in Hand-me-downs. Ever heard of 'vintage fashion'? Just mix the old top with jeans, or old bottoms with mordern tops, and you'll look pretty fashionable.

Gah, since when did I dish out fashion advice? I've been going insane during the holidays. Yes, this must be it.

But I'll rather go through 3 solid hours of shopping than go ANYWHERE with pale pink Hello Kitty Princess dresses. It looks stupid. The only times when I will EVER wear pink is that 1) it's elegant and 2)it's fashionable and not very girly.

And those who call me bimbo, I'll give you a ten second head start, but if you're caught, into the Iron Maiden you go...

(Those who don't know what it is, it is a wooden effigy of a female, and it has spikes all over in the inside. Basically, it's closed on you, impaling you with the sharp spikes. There's a tube where it lets the victim see the blood flowing out of his/her body. And the best part is that you don't die immediately, it takes 4-5 days. Oh, and it's NEVER washed. So you'd better pray you get an infection and die within 2 days.)

ALL HAIL GOOD IDEAS! NOW WORSHIP ME, INCOMPETENT FOOLS!

(Not in that way, perverts.)

Anyway, for those who find my blog too 'cheem', here's the deal: I have a new blog for these 'cheem' topics.

Call me Chanel the intellectual. Visit here for musings, reflections, or even poetry conjured up at the spur of the moment!

This, however does NOT mean I am going to stop using my extensive list of vocabulary here.

I think I am gonna end up updating more over there. Okay, tata, I have to entertain myself!

Okay this first part is dedicated to boosting my ego and showing off my capability in English, so those who are disgusted by my pride, back off.

I left a reply in the class tagboard asking Javier if he was discriminatory towards women, and he replied that he wasn't, only beacause he thinks we are more hardworking (Ha! As if. I'm living proof)and that it is 'discrimination to women', not 'discriminatory towards women'.

Boy, I do love a good debate. It's been ages since someone argued grammar with me (unintentionally I suppose, with good intentions of correcting a person?)

Which brings us to this post.

Think of it this way: Are you discrimination to women? You are human, not 'discrimination'. This sentence is wrong grammatically, for reasons I know but cannot explain, so kindly refer to Focus On Writing and stop skiving.

If you want to use the word 'discrimination' for farcical reasons even Einstein cannot explain, you should use 'against'. i.e. Do you feel any form of discrimination against women?

But 'to' ain't right either, 'towards' sounds better. Whatever.
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Grammar lesson is over. Not very sure about the accuracy of the contents.

Anyway, let's end this off with a poem. It's called 'Facing Demons'. This is more of an emotional poem, it depends on the viewpoint of the person. I'll love to see how you interpret this. I don't know whether it's good, if you own a deviantart account, do me a favour and comment on my page, if you don't, well, comment on the tagboard.

And so the grey mist swirled and morphed
Air became sinew, razored with shattered glass its smile
Silvery translucence melded ice; the dagger aloft
And swift it came, crimson exploding against pallid tiles…

From my throat it ripped, agony on sound
I ran, imploring with many doors
The closer it came, the more desperate my pound
Rejected, my hopes sank deep into the ground…

Skin glossed with sweat fluid from gelid heat
I gave up, exhausted, on my knees I plead
“My dreams you haunt, my day you shadow
Is there no way to become mellow?”

No answer it gave, no form of grace
Merciless blade gleaming in moonlight
The briefest shadows on the blade traced
Before vanishing out of sight

Malaise rippled, miring my heart
Trembling I opened my eyes
Upon the being materialized a face familiar
Smile flickering on my face before strangling a cry

“You…”

2 moreweeks of complete and utter bliss till school starts.

2 more weeks of behaving like explosive dynamite before school starts.

2 more weeks of sleeping in late (I HATE mornings, curses to those who made school at 7 fucking a.m.) until school starts.

2 more weeks of getting 12 hours of sleep everyday before school starts.

Two more effing weeks to complete my chinese holiday homework...

Okay. Calm down. But it ain't working, the panic's kicking in..

AHHH!!!!!!!! WHY DIDN'T I FINISH IT EARLIER?!

Okay. 1)Finish photograph project, I'm amore eloquent and brilliant liar when it comes to making up stories.

HELP MEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Okay. finished jian bao. Happy happy.

Lately I've taklen to reading Harry Potter fanfictions and was again reminded of how Pansy Parkinson looked 'pug-like'. I've been curious, how does a pug-like person look? Apparently Orlan herself, a woman known in history for having undergone 6 operations for her looks, which 'did nothing for her' according to a book. I've googled her face, and she DID look hideous...

But Pansy Parkinson looked fine to me. Other than the astrocratic air around her (which I admit I DO have as well) she was otherwise, quite pretty.

It must have been the big noses. But pugs are cute in their own way, I guess, other than the crinkles around their button nose...and they drool.

Speaking of looks, there's alose something I wanted to research on...ah, LASIK Surgery.

I might want to have LASIK surgery done on me when I graduate from Secondary school to improve my vision. I know I'll be hoping too much for perfect vision, but even if it's reduced to 200 degrees or 300, I'll do it. Anything would be better than my current 800 degrees for left eye.

But's itsalso freaky in a way. I don't want a nice sharp bladepoking me anywhere, much less my eye...and the laser might burn off nerves. The operation is performed with the patient awake and mobile; however, the patient typically is given a mild sedative (such as Valium) and anesthetic eye drops.

Bloody hell. AWAKE AND MOBILE. Just knock me out, please.

Once the eye is immobilized, the flap is created. This process is achieved with a mechanical microkeratome using a metal blade, or a femtosecond laser microkeratome (procedure known as IntraLASIK) that creates a series of tiny closely arranged bubbles within the cornea.[4] A hinge is left at one end of this flap. The flap is folded back, revealing the stroma, the middle section of the cornea. The process of lifting and folding back the flap can be uncomfortable.

That'dlike telling me, "The process of transplanting your livermight be uncomfortable and not to your liking." I know that, idiot. I'd rather have the laser any day than a blade hovering near my eye...all I have to do is to jerk, and bye-bye goes my eye.

The chances of people experiencing complications are 5-6%, but it's not 1%. I might be very unlucky. Who knows. Okay, the complications after the surgery are..

Surgery induced dry eyes
Overcorrection[9] or undercorrection
Visual acuity fluctuation
Halos[10] or starbursts[11] around light sources at night
Light sensitivity
Ghost images[12] or double vision
Wrinkles in flap (striae)[13]
Decentered ablation
Debris or growth under flap
Thin or buttonhole flap [14]
Induced astigmatism
Corneal Ectasia
Floaters
Epithelium erosion
Posterior vitreous detachment[15]
Macular hole[16]

Bloody hell. I think I want to start looking for a donor already...

Or I might do it now, my cornea is fine...still considered moderate (-8,-6 Dioptres)

Okay. I think I might go. Anything to save my eyes (God I sound like I've just walked out of a cheesy movie)

Okay, gotta sleep now.

Muse has been very kind to me. O Muse, I, whom you graced with your awesome power of literature and inspiration, are eternally and perpetually grateful to you.

Ahem. Sorry, I've been up to my neck with flowery gestures and dramatic sentences...

Besides, I'm so HAPPY!

Today Xiaoyu came up with a poem El pesto just because I casually mentioned that I had written a poem that has a line in her Personal Message on MSN, and the fact that it's called 'Thief'.

Go check it out, it's really good. I think she outdid my poem T.T

I am NEVER ever gonna give her any ideas or she'll outdo all my topics.

Peering out from peerless eyes,
Clamoring for the six on fate’s dice.
I lie, I cheat, I rob, I weep,
Fighting, killing, for my worth’s keep.

Deceit I hide with precious gems,
Knives I slot in my cloak’s hem.
Hands pushing an unwilling heart,
Participating in this abominable art.

That specter of misery,
Enveloping victory.
Hunger leeches away at my soul,
Anger swallowing my being whole.

Once not but now I am,
From beginning till the end.
Hatred saps away my blood,
Eating away the dam, beware a flood.

Behold, fear me!
For I have come.
Sneaking into the night, oh faithless one,
Nobleman of abominations.

My work is done, my kit is packed,
Darkness veiling my eyes, I turn and check.
My laughter echos darkening the light,
Like a shadow, I slip into the caress of the magpie night.

By Xiaoyu.


Damn her. Okay, I am so going to try and improve my Chinese so I can start writing Chinese poetry! (Which is bull, 'cause you haven't seen the state of my Chinese papers. And I speak Chinese as confidently as I speak Japanese. Which is to say, NO confidence at all, and plenty of stuttering.)

Anyway, I'll make advanced criticism with the poem.

"Peering out from peerless eyes" is weird. Because you're saying your eyes have no equal, and that is according to the dictionary. Unless you mean to say that you spot riches that easily...but it doesn't make sense. Unless she's trying to make a juxtaposition. But it STILL doesn't make sense, because for it to work you have to do it subtly e.g. 'Life is killing me,who knew that something would give me nothing.'

Hmm. Have to clarify.

'My laughter echos darkening the light, ' doesn't make sense, as you mention later that you 'slip into the caress of the magpie night'. Why would there be light at night? Unless you're talking about streetlamps, but when you say 'slip away', the reader gets the image that you are sneaking away from the house. No thief is dumb enough to steal from a lit house, unless they've got a really got strategy up their sleeves. It couldn't be candlelight, cos people in the medieval times blow them out before they go to sleep, not to mention it's a fire hazard.


Anyway, back to me. I've just outdid 'Thief' (MY version, mind you) and it's the longest poem I've ever written! It's 8 stanzas. My normal is 5-6 stanzas. It's called 'Mistress Of Seduction'.

Neopets has a poetry writing contest, but I doubt I'll get accepted, as all I write about are negative topics and contain too much violence/disturbing material/really describes humans. It will taint the poor innocent kids on Neopets *snigger* and I cannot let myself have this honour.

I wish I can post up my deviantart account, but it feels like cheating.I just want to test the grounds out there.

Argh.I swear that lately I just can't write good substance.

One such example are the idea I get, but somehow I can't put the words to paper asitstubbornly refuses to flow.

Wrote this song called Mistaken Wonderland but it sucks. I don't dare to post it up on deviantart for fearof getting derisive comments. I know I'm only 13, but age is not an excuse for no talent! I wish I'll be able to write damn well someday (preferably NOW and forever, Amen.)

Mistaken Wonderland

Come close, but not too close
Stay away, but not too far
(echo) Come close, but never too close
Stay away, but never too far…

I’ve put up walls, but you hacked through them
I froze myself in ice, but you melted them
The innocent light dancing in your cerulean eyes
Made me doubt the facts, and proven Science…

You came close, but not with malicious intent
Not for business, not for advantages, it didn’t make sense
In my eyes the trees hath withered, the flowers decayed
The skies grew compact, grey, colourless overhead…

You brought a vision of the outside world
You constructed blankets of fairytales
#1: But time slowly wore the threads thin and frail
You fell into the darkness, and away (away)

(Chorus)

This is harsh, it’s reality
Things aren’t as we decree
#2: I can’t lose anymore, I’m gone too far
The boy in Neverland grown up, skeleton on tar

Repeat#2, #1


Chorus:
I had believed in your wonderland
Of bliss, happiness (in the sunlight)
Where the prince and princess unites
Standing brave together in the dark, dark night
But I’ve opened the doors, wiped the windows
For once I can clearly see (clearly see)
People growing up, warmth leaving to cold
Their faces blank, their souls not free…

It’s a mistaken wonderland.

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URGH.

Anyway, I totally dig this article.

Money cannot buy intelligence, nor pedigree ensure clever children. Sure, money alone can buy some advantages; and pedigree can indeed give the child a head start. But the random nature of reproduction has shown that successful parents do not always have clever children.

Totally damn right. In your face, assholes who think pedigree is better off!

Sigh..if only I had tried harder or the GEP program test they put us through.I purposely didn'tbother =\

Ah, so young and foolish then! Who wouldn't want to be the elite of the students, the top 1% nationwide? Top 10% isn't enough, I want to shoot to greater heights! I want to go to Cambridge and graduate with flying colours! (I wish. Our MM graduated from Harvard Law school as the top student. His wife was the top student in RGSS)

To be so smart.....damn. If it goes on like this, I will not have a position of huge financial or political power as I coveted so much...

It's not the money I'm after. The money';s a bonus, the status is better. To go from Middle class to First class, it's a dream everyone wants.

Except that I don't wish to be married to some old frog with old money. That's like selling your body. I'd rather earn it, and gloat over the men who think women are weaker. But judging by my personality,(I have little to no analytical skills) I don't think I'll make it.

Speaking of money...

Justtook a few out of curiosity, and how they would analyse the elements. As usual, I'm stuck between Fire and Water.

Holy crap, I have split personality!

1) I'm not violent. Really. Well, in the sense that I don't go mass murdering or bullying(I do verbal, more intellectual than the stupid ordinary ol' slamming) but otherwise, if you don't piss me off, I'm okay.

2)I'm not calm. Actually, I don't know, but I do know I have a quick temper. That should sufficiently cancel out each other. And I am NOT patient. Keep me waiting for even one minute and I can't assure youof your physical/physcological/mental health.

And I've just realised that I'm a nerd. How wonderfully observant I am.

One of the quizzesasked me which was my favourite fairy tale, and the choices were: a. Aladin and the Magic Lamp b. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves c. The Little Mermaid d. Cinderella

My reaction: WTBMFH!

Frankly, I don'tknow, you haveto analyse it I guess. All have benefits.

Aladin has a lamp that give three wishes. That's nice, I guess.

Snow white gets her handsomeprince, but that's dumb, they didn't even get to know each other before deciding on a marriage. What if the prince was abusive and had many wives? Isn't this somewhat like a forced marriage?

The Little Mermaid--a perpetual quest for freedom. And love o.0 Pretty pointless if you ask me, sacrificing my voice. I want it for debates, thank you very much.

Cinderella. Ah, I'm not sure. Same story about the prince and the glass slipper. The slippers must've been killers to walk in. But the historybehind the story isfascinating, and quite hilarious in a sense.

I'm just not the fairytale type. Give me myths, and I might be interested, as they have some substance behind them.

This world is so westernised.

Oh, and the stanza quoted below is from John Keat’s Ode on Melancholy. Loved it, so I wanted to share it here.

But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

I hope that someday I'll ba able to write like him. It's beautiful.

I really, really, fucking hate it when some puerile being hops along, decides to use my computer, then shuts some of my windows down.

Even more so if I am watching movies.

I also hate it when people mess with my HTML code, or install a virus scan, or deletes my files, however frivolous they are. I hate it when someone decides that, 'Oh, I can't type when it's placed too low.', then move the keyboard to suit their own preferences, damaging the keyboard while doing so.

Seriously. I don't give a flying fuck whether you are a secretary, a CEO or an executive, and supposedly 'know more' about technology. Sure, I don't know Javascript, I don't know how to use some of Microsoft Office tools, but I am the one who painstakingly installed the speakers and fixed the keyboard, even with my father's help.

If you don't know anything about fixing things, THEN DON'T FUCKING MOVE THEM, YOU PARASITE-RIDDEN MAMMOTH FROM THE ICE AGE.

(I don't know if parasites can survive in those dangerously low temperatures, but now's not the time to dwell on Science. Shut up, nerd, or I'll have you drawn and quartered.*smiles nonchalantly as if I hadn't just made a death threat*)

Now, if you want to use the Internet when I'm away from the computer, that's fine. It's cool. But close any of the programs without my permission, delete any file(s), check out my poetry without permission, use my running Internet Explorer page to access another website, then closing it, you will be sweating cold sweat if I ever get my hands on you, and transport us both to the medieval times.

ROAR. Angry.

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I really hate it when someone close to me needs much pressing just to disclose simple details. I also hate it if they act nonchalant as if nothing matters.

WELL FUCK YOU.

Don't lie to me. Don't deny your wrong. If you did something wrong, or youmare part of something, admit it. I hate people who twist their intentions behind the words, masking it with pleasantires and fake smiles.

If I need to see fake smiles, I'll just switch on the TV and watch a drama. I don't need you to act as if everything's fine. I don't need you to keep what you're thinking from me.

Because I'm so emotionally thick, I can't guess. Just tell me outright.

Perhaps it's the distance, or something else. It wasn't easy to start, but it's easy to let it slip through our fingers, until all that remains are memories, which will fade.

So hard to remember, yet so easy to forget.

I hope you know who you are. Stop running away.

Or maybe it's me refusing to move along.