Happy Lover's Day in advance to all who celebrate it.

I'll be having my own affair with softball tomorrow, morning 'til night. Grin.

Fuckfuckfuck. The sky is a sapphire blue; the clouds are a brilliant white -- a perfect day, unless you have cross-country, and unless you got your hand and neck ensnared in a welcoming branch of thorns in the process.
The italicised were exactly the carefully chosen words I had in mind when Draculathe incident struck, though in reality I just let out a mild "oh shit!" to the consideration of others around me.
See, this thing dropped on me like a normal dried branch that tree#756 decided to dispose of. It dropped on the right side of my neck while I was running. So I moved my left hand to try brush it off.
Next thing I know, I uttered the aforementioned exclamation when my lower palm caught and my whole left arm was swung across myself, leaving my person effectively -jerking- back from the damned momentum (my still-hooked hand taking the brunt of the force in a freaking small area, mind).

I was silently congratulating myself on my relatively slow speed, for who knows if flesh may be torn if I had run a whit faster? (A rather disturbing imagery, if there be one). Still, not having it torn away posed another problem: I was stuck there with my hand half up, wondering how in the hell there was such dangerous vegetation along a common running route. For the "branch" was lined with thorns, if I hallucinated correctly, not unlike that of a rose stem. And it was more vine than branch.
It was with some struggles that I managed to untangle the thorns from my hand -- it was /that/ secure. Think shirts and safety pins. Think the moment the pin is inserted into one side of the spandex, then out the other. Yup.

Then my running partner, Chimmy, had to pick out the thorns embedded in my neck. At least it wasn't -caught- like the hand... I shudder to think otherwise.

Now I can boast of being bitten by a vampire bat. The laceration on the hand is particularly convincing.
As it is, the observer(e.g. Chimmy) always thinks nastier things than the victim actually suffers from. (And I hardly scare from these things.) Just thank goodness it missed the face/eyes. So I'm fine as long as the vine is not poisonous. ^___^

(Suddenly, a grand vision of a certain Sanzo-torture sprang before me eyes.)
Eh? Shush. Didn't mean to say it aloud.

Dad's working shift has recently hijacked my privilege to use the computer. But I am now to regain full control. For tomorrow, at least.
...bwahaha?

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Glad to know that 7pm this time of the year still lends a nice fresh azure to the heavens.
Also nice to know that 6am this time of the month reveals something I can wake up to -- other than weariness -- that keeps me in bed long after the alarm has cried and stilled. It is with a magical surrealism that you open your eyes to a bright silverness of the full moon beyond. Beyond the window ledge, beyond your grasp, yet within the capability of your sight to behold and admire.
(Not to mention it is a particularly useful wake-up device in the early hours. One certainly cannot continue to sleep under the piercing rays.)

s.C.'s legs are sipping a virtual glass of icy orange punch under a virtual Hawaii sun, sighing, "Thank god it's Saturday."

Because Wednesday had bespoken the tale of a hellish post-training PT session which carried on far into the night.
Because Thursday had brought poor students under the burning sun to relish in a happy affair of 2.4km practice. Not that I ran. ...tsk, okay, so that didn't count.
Because Friday had led the same poor students deep into a forest of mud and slopes and a lengthy roadside of carbon monoxide and, very nearly, a torrent of rain. I postulate that, just maybe, "cross country" is a whit further than 2.4km? I wonder. [/sarcasm]
And because Saturday is Saturday is another training day. Is also make-your-leg-ache-for-the-rest-of-the-week-for-free-! day.
*weeps* Next Monday cometh -both- PE and softball. *dies*

But actually, this was ameliorated when one of the softball juniors told me she and a couple others thought I was the nicest senior in the team. Blush. I mean, this kind of opinion is usually kept to oneself isn't it. It rather catches you in some way when you hear it direct.
Well actually -- I'm even gladder to announce -- Tuesday is part of IT week, aka the-school-encourages-you-to-sit-at-home-and-playE-Learn day. No school!

Perhaps somebody might have noticed I wasn't online for 2 whole days. Yes! addicted-to-the-computer-screen-s.C. has not even touched her cordless mouse for 2 days straight. WoaH, is this a sign of Things to come? Like maybe I'll stop eating ice-cream? Or maybe I'll quit watching football for a month. Maybe I'll even shrink off from drawing for a week. (For the less-tuned, they mean a rather indefinite no.)
And as a result of my weaning off the computer for a couple of days, I kept waking up this morning sporadically between 4am to 6am (!), or maybe it could have been just the too-bright full moon. Then again, I actually didn't sleep during school today, and my eyes actually didn't feel too tired from wearing contacts for a long period. How refreshing; it's just that I'm not too sure if it's really related to the lack of computer. Bleh. But nobody can keep me away from the computer for too long; I have tons of anime yet to be watched ^^

And this afternoon was the familiarisation run for the cross-country at the actual venue and the actual route. I haven't heard anything as ridiculous as this since the day I heard myself making resolutions. Familiarisation??? Why the heck would we want/like/love/NEED that?
But kudos to the teachers for calling it off due to impending rain -- after we were 10 minutes into the run and the forest. -_-
The other thing is that the run didn't seem so difficult all of a sudden. Where did all the impressionably difficult slopes go? Ah, they have disappeared under the very frequent slope-ish warm-up runs for softball...

Consequently, I managed to decorate the floor of my mum's car with 1mm's goodness of muddy water/watery mud. Wheee.

My left shoe squeaks. Now I walk around tailed by highly irritating squoots.

Apropos of absolutely nothing, I think it sounds like a horribly strangled duck. ...Will somebody please stop me before I find myself using this phrase in an essay...

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Yesterday: Sleepy. It's not the drinks, though I must say that some of the secondary 1?2?3? girls were pretty lousy to have gotten themselves drunk within -hours- of coach's chalet. Hearing some of their nonsensical squeals and babbles under the bright daylight just didn't seem right. -_-
Yo kids, either control your drinking or don't drink at all.
After that, I found myself in unfamiliar territory; I was going out/surrounded by a couple of juniors strolling along Orchard: nobody my age at all! Heh, well.

Today: I realised, to my horror (for the umpteenth time in separate series of daydream), I have yet to purchase several mangas that had already been out for quite some time. (One of them is STILL Reload #3, but ah~ it's not a priority for now) So this thought brought me to Kino today ^^.

1) When you buy Zero Sum even if you know there is no Saiyuki within, you know you read it for the other strips (like the one mentioned next) as well ^__^.
And MAGi MAGi has ended! ;_; How can it end like that?! Resolved, yet so... unfinished. Akin to being left staring at the tail of a frayed thread dangling from nothingness. So it makes you wonder that if and when Saiyuki were to finally end, would you crash your head into the wall in retaliation (who's listening anyway) of an unfinalised ending, or would you hug your de-acidified wrapped up minted copy of tankoubon to the ends of the earth gibbering oohMinekuraSenseihasdecideditshouldbeYAOIafteralldroolz
*pause* Well, that's not my prefered version of ending, but I'm glad that Saiyuki -looks- like it's still got a rather long way to go (what with Minekura falling sick here and there). Not to forget Gaiden. Ooh, Gaiden. *whines* I want my gaiden tankoubon back */whines*
I guess I'm just not used to seeing the word "END" at the end of the MAGi MAGi strip. Of all the mangas I'm collecting, only 2 titles have officially ended; the rest are still running. *whines* I want my saiyuki #6-9 back I want my kami-sama back */whines*

2) I see Backgammon Remix. I also see the price tag. It says $4620 with a decimal point between the appropiate numbers. Darn. But at least it's cheaper than Salty Dog.
3) Bought Tsubasa #3
4) Since I've read the original Bus Gamer #1, I decided to give Bus Gamer Pilot Edition a miss.
5) Read Discover Feb 2004. All in all, it reiterates once more that the Big Bang is still all but a hypothesis. Now it's giving this cyclic universe theory thingy/membranes of universe clashing peaks-first a try. ^^ I'm sure I've gotten the names wrong ^^

Lastly...
Why is the world so unfair why can't I make it to the animation workshop?! Why does training have to be in the afternoon now why can't it stay friday or just saturday morning just for that week why can't the workshop be in the morning??
And on further thought + certain reminders from stormy, it's Valentine's Day that day. How can they give the workshop on "such an inhumane date"?? Yes, how. -_- *foams at mouth*

And Hakkai lives.

issaisha.co.jp

Perhaps this picture makes up for the lack of Saiyuki in this month's ZS ne? Somehow, I love it whenever Sanzo does this particular gesture (which is rare). I don't know why; it just makes him more endearing.*grinz* (Why is it that the sutra's effective length keeps on increasing?) Furthermore, I think there's one really awesome drawing of Hakkai in the ZS; stormy should get ready to scream ^_^

o__O I must take a look at this month's Discover magazine sometime. I read on this blog about some brain breaking revelation about this issue -- some 3D sheets in 10D space and whatnots.(?) Unfortunately you can't read the article online if you're not a subscriber, so I'm left hanging with some seemingly complicated explanations which apparently, had some quantum theory weaved in. -_-

Speaking of space, I got back the GP essay. It seems like I write more persuasively than I can ever hope to vocally. Well, last year the promos-marker did mention "ego", and now this teacher commented "you write persuasively". So writing presents my alter-ego, I see   ^^v
Glad I didn't let my astronomy knowledge down. But I'm sure she was marking it leniently. Very.

And it's the long weekend! Enjoy that extra bit of holiday~ I know I won't do my homework. XP

1. I FINALLY watched Gensoumaden Saiyuki #4 -- Crimson. Finally. After eons of strangely missing and waiting for it. Now, NOW, I shall remember to catch the THAT #44. -_- I may commit seppuku otherwise. (What's with all the "4"??)

2. I love myself (Gojyo Hakkai Translation) ^__^   One down on my resolution list! Heh. By the way, don't take my word for what transpired in the conversations between SBS and Sanzo; my Jap is still too weak for those. And then some.

Wargh! I pulled my thigh muscles again. -_-
This time last year: suffering from a pulled hamstring.
See, it's got to be the weather. I can't be -this- prone to injuries can I?
On the other hand, does this mean I don't have to run the practice cross-country on Friday? ^__^

Issue #2 of the day: I left my uniform (the shirt) at school. Strange -- I've never let it happen before.

s.C. -- blaming everything on the cool weather

These are going to be a few cold days -- as cold as being close to the equator allows. But put it in perspective like how I -could- be, but am not, moaning like my relative right over the phone from north of the South China Sea, "It's coooooooold", and I get a temporary warm feeling of sadism. But that is not to say that I didn't experience a brain-numbing -2 degreeC this afternoon sitting right under the blasted/blasting aircon vent during Chem lecture. After that, even the LT1 air-con seemed tropical.

And since I'm a cold blooded animal, as claimed by I-forgot-who, I find it particularly distressing sitting in front of a snow-capped computer screen and doing -- of all things -- the sc**pt. My brain can't function (which I hope explains the lack of qualified blog entries recently).
ArARAraRAraRAraRAgH

SCENE 2//

Guy #1: Yo wanna join Rugby? You're athletic enough.

Guy #2: Nope. In fact I've joined the Gardening Society. I'm also looking forward to trying out for the Culinary Club.

If that doesn't destroy my brain, ... ...

It's silly, it's beyond human understanding, but I enjoyed drawing it. XD

How I spent half of Chinese New Year.

Apparently, Spyware UnionCK Association caught wind of my antics, and thus subsequently caused a power trip in my house yesterday while I was downloading the spyware scanning thing. -_-

But I will not be daunted by no evil. Shall persevere.

Drinking milk made my heart beat faster today. o__O

Or maybe it's the joy of seeing the start of the kami-sama arc in the Reload trailer... but I'm sure that's not it. x__X

Every once a year, the Psychologist cometh to visit. My uncle hast landed! Maybe from past descriptions, I've portrayed him to be one erudite-looking spectacles-perching hair-combed-neatly gentleman. Just imagine the opposite, and add some leg-put-on-the-chair action like how a gruffy uncle from a void deck would while you're at it.
What churns in his mind, though, is a different picture altogether. Today, he proceeded to access my personality and analyse my character, all the while discussing with my parents the academic road ahead of me, as well as the one that has long been left trodden on. It's not new. Happens every time he visits.
But today proves rather bizarre as I wished him a Happy New Year while still lying prone in my bed. Urk, how's that for a morning call. Oh, I mean afternoon. -_-;;
So during lunch i.e. breakfast for me, every topic under the sun was seen thrown onto the dining table; even a whit of politics was mentioned. And Uncle keep reiterating for me "not to study too hard", since his own daughter's hobby is studying to an unhealthy extent. Thanks, but I'm more like your son in this matter -- play and enjoy. Gawd he's even working in the game industry. My hero. *__*
In a mixture of sleep and some interest, I had this fixated look on my face, to which my father quipped, "She's not listening to you; she's thinking about the game she was playing yesterday, and about what weapon she should use to defeat the boss."

Oh shit, how did he know.

So I stopped thinking about Diablo II and, I must say, I spent the whole period smiling and nodding at the right moments without uttering one word. It's hard to, you see, when there are 3 people are talking... in the way they are talking, and you just want to retreat to your room to do something useful. I even rejected the beer because I was feeling too downright lethargic to lift a mug.
And then there's the deal of my getting a Hong Kong IC 'cause I will be 18, and there's the other deal at ?? age when I have to swear that I would like to be a citizen here at my own will, since I'm only living off my father's oath at the moment. Yadayadayada. Interesting, but when can I get my driver's license? (And actually it means that I can ditch this country and just go back there if I want to. Bwahaha. o__O)

Then as my uncle suggests, all I'm lacking is the lifesciences experience, since it seems as if I've already got the computer area down pat (well, ....). It's not like I'm not interested, it's just that I can't remember all those things and names you need to memorise; I'm terrible at memorising.
So excuse me while I get more gaming experience ^__^   (Well yes, I don't have relatives to visit, remember?)

I was only thinking to find out what l33t really means, as in, -really- means. Ended up link hopping on Wikipedia, going from l33tspeak to anime to webcomics and the likes. (It just stopped short on a page for Saiyuki. Tsk.)
Even found ASCII art stuff in there. w00t. Also ended up with a hell lot more sites for webcomic browsing for these few days. (Do you hear the sound of something swooshing down the drain? I think it was my resolutions ^__^)

And oh, I just got the recent copy of TIME, and the cover story considers the topic of "Mission to Mars". Incidentally, I wrote an essay question for GP recently in which the topic revolved around space research. Note that I've carefully avoided saying "chose to write", simply because I picked the question out of bizarre circumstances. You wouldn't want to know.
But it is with coincidence at the time that I remembered vaguely about reading from somewhere that a Mars robot has landed on Mars? is landing on Mars? is setting off to Mars?. Still, I risked making a false-fact claim in my essay by including this Mars robot as one of my backing evidence. After reading TIME, I *think* I got my facts somewhat right. Whew.

But actually my whole essay was crap. I realised I didn't even mention a breath about "NASA"; I think that already constitutes a major essay suicide.
...I just hope my other arguments are good enough for a pass. ...?

At last I got to interrogate have a conversation with that junior whom I had suspected like anime and manga. He does ^__^

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Scintillate, scintillate
Globule vivific
Fain would I fathom
Thy nature specific
Loftily perched
In the ether capacious
Strongly resembling
A gem carbonaceous.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for higher learning. XD

Last night: Played in rain during softball training. Dragged self back home in hypothermically wet shoes. Showered. Ate dinner with Chapter 5: Vector Space spread in front of my plate. Returned to room. Sat down on bed. Started to pack bag. Morning.

??!?!?!!! I didn't even get to touch my tutorials! Where did the night go??!!!

This morning: Woke up, recalling aghast about having dozed off in the middle of packing bag. Stood up. Felt around for spectacles. Found spectacles with left foot.

Yes, with my foot, if you know what I mean.

Now: Sitting in front of computer wearing disformed spectacles.

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Somehow, somehow, I managed to do my tutorials to an extent that looked -not- like I had crammed them all in 45 minutes before the assembly bell rang. Oh, forgive me, I meant -15- minutes, since I arrived later than usual this morning thanks to a helluva mad-rush to stuff lecture notes and tutorials into my bag, a task abandoned -- rather unwillingly -- last night.
For the record, I managed to do enough homework to cover today's 5 periods of tutorial. 3 of which were tyrannised over by that dreadful tutor. Not funny. This person probably doesn't have the word "break" in her version of 101 Vocabs for Teaching. (And apparently her manual instructs her to repeat each vocab/phrase three times while banging the board, or pronounce "permanganate" like a strangled duck [used joke], or at the same time to pay special attention to the word "S", as used in the "-papers" context, so remember to drive students crazy by saying the word no less than n-times per day.)

I shall retire happily into the long weekend.

But first let's talk about democracy, which I find is mirthfully lacking in a recent event. The event: choose 8 people to represent your class in the "competitors" section for the cross-country. I got chosen. Oh sweet sweet slopes bloody gravel freaking road thank the forests I REFUSE. They said it was drawn from lots. If it really were true, I'll be. Anyway I received no revoking rights.
Can I just say I abhor running? I may be a sports person, but running just for the sake of running... I find it loathsome.
The worst part is that I'll probably run for all I'm worth; I hate not doing my best when I'm representing something/one. *dies*

Next, I have resolutions for the CNY, after keeping true to my words and successfully breaking the new year ones already. But I'm not telling what these are =P   Watch this space for more information on whether I've accomplished a miracle after these 4/5/6 days. I'll probably lie and say I did.

Am considering what/whether to wear a sec school uniform for the Chinese New Year celebrations tomorrow. (Edit: Just got a call from friend. I'll transform into a Cedar girl tomorrow ^__^)

I am so gonna nail that pro score in THProSkater4.

First the seat cover, then the bell, now the headlights lamp.
My bike is being stripped by thieves ;_;

What's happened over the past few days? A lot has happened -- including the outing (as far as McDonald's is concerned) with the juniors.
But seriously, who'd be bothered with blogging those events in when you've suddenly found a LOADful of good webcomics to luxuriate in? Yes, my Sunday so far has been put into good use; of course, my homework has been ignored to an award-winning extent.

Then again, some of the comics... I'd rather read my self-drawn comic (if it qualifies as webcomic, that is). (The internet lends a good environment to rear one's Egoistic-head. XD)
Speaking of which, if you want to go to my website with the horrific long URL, you can now just enter sapphire-fusion.co.nr and you'll be taken there. (Path forwarding works too, so you can enter sapphire-fusion.co.nr/image to go to the image page without problem. Ah, and the splash page is still there in an attempt to hide the inadequacy that is the main page.)

It's official. I've calculated that I fit into the Timezone of Moscow. And stormy in the Timezone of Cairo. Where in the world is that

I shall move there, wait out a few months in order to get back into my usual routine, then move to Rio de Janeiro, then Los Angeles.
And when I return I'll be perfectly fine and in tune with this Timezone. Then the cycle starts again.

Today's Chem lecture: Operation BitTorrent. Where you automatically upload the very first chunk of file that you have just downloaded.
Otherwise known as the process of copying slides onto your lecture notes, from which the guy beside you turns to and copy, from which the guy beside the guy beside you turns to and copy, from which the guy beside the guy beside the guy... ...
Because we were sitting at the backest of the back row, which were not even official stepped-up LT seats to start with. I was about the only one who could actually see words instead of backs. ^__^
The plus for this is that the lecturer won't be able to spot even the top of our heads; we can joke and fool around and create minor earthquakes (i.e. the guy aka Polar Bear beside me) in the row of made-shift seats when we laughed. Crazy you know. Luckily the lecture was only electrolysis.

Which brings me to this minor issue: If not for the fact that we have actually learnt electrolysis in secondary school, I would not for the life of me have understood the lecture at all.
Do you see it? It means that I still haven't (and probably never will) gotten used to lectures over classroom learning. I learnt this topic easily in classes, but when given lecture notes and a lecturer, my brain doesn't even know what was going on. And it was everything we have already learnt in secondary school, not some advanced topics that we have not seen.
It was only after one whole period that I realised: oh, this is -electrolysis-.

Trust me, it's not the distracting factor of the back row.
My learning capabilities are being brutally killed off in smothers.

P.S. Softball tryouts had a huge turnout. Huge for softball, I mean. 16+ juniors. And there are good potentials. We can form a team after all. ^^;;

Had both my eyes abused this afternoon. Succumbed to collective cases of sharp-pointy-thingy-flying-into first the left eye, then the right eye. Always kenna when I'm wearing contacts (which in itself aggravates the consequences like hell. Owwwwwwwww)
My friend even commented that my eyes made me look like I was on drugs. Jeez how did you figure that out   I wouldn't disagree -- which is why I don't wear contacts as often as I need to -- but just now I was made to seem even more so with red veins creeping all over my eyes and all that. Urk.

Am still doing the twice-and-thrice-blasted-dammit script. Took a little break to blog yah. Am suffering muchly. ;_;

I don't believe it. Even my mother is somehow going against me/my schedule without the intention to do so.

After the script discussion today, it was already pretty late for what I had intended to do for the day, since I only received notice for the meeting at the last minute. (May I emphasise that I do not switch on my mobile often, much less during school at 6.30 in the morning. Hmph. Nobody listens.)
So I thought, my mum is picking me up, so perhaps I can just manage to get the script over and done with by today.

But horrors, the car ride goes all the way to Orchard-somewhere because my mum's friend/car mechanic is treating us to dinner. (The car is his, by the way.)
I know I conveyed much reluctance despite my refraining from doing so. But I was so tired. But I really had to try and appear cheerful to the friend because he helps my mum a lot. Incidentally, he was treating us because my mum helped him a lot, too. Eventually I truly dozed off in the car -- as in, slumped against the doors and everything.

I was still in the dark as to where we were going to eat, since meals with this person usually take place in the neighbourhood coffeeshop, but now we were evidently heading somewhere... expensive.
As a side mention to inspire all good people out there, this car mechanic read only till Secondary Two, then I think he went on to concentrate on some mechanic skills and is now currently his own boss. $40,000 a month. But of course he dresses as scruffily as how you would expect an average $1,000/month mechanic is wont to do.

Oh right, since it's near the New Year, why not treat us to some abalone? I wasn't even registering the enormity of being treated to abalone or shark's fins and the likes. I was only dizzily wondering then how terrifically I would   1) Fail to finish the script by the deadline,   2) Fail. The chem test.
Basically, these delicacies with the exorbitant[1] prices went tumbling down my oesophagus without... some appropiate response. I think they were just so-so.

[1] exorbitant: the word that s.C. has seen for the 1st time and -3- times in a row this month. So she decided to use it.
$200 for one tiny slab of abalone. w00t. But we ordered the $50 for 3 pcs dish. Very cheap. -_- The whole bill came up to $300+... I could think of better ways to spend this amount of excessive cash yo.

In other words, I'm rather glad there's no major tutorial tomorrow, except for the possible essay writing for GP. But I'll still stagger home tomorrow night, predictably exhausted from the imminent hell-PT that comes with The-Return-Of-Coach, and will collapse onto the bed without doing pretty much.
I heard the S3 Dramafeste auditions will be held soon. Ooops.

[EDITED]

On top of trying to rush a revised version of the Dramafeste script by yet another looming deadline, I now hold the obligations to write to -2- mortals. *breaks down*
I mean, how do you even play this thing?? I have absolutely no experience of this angel and mortal game since convenient circumstances have always popped up in the past to "prevent"/excuse me from playing it.
So I have to write letters eh? My mortals are so very doomed. ^__^
Damn I hate writing letters. This is from the person who always manages to break chains of letters from past friends just after a couple of weeks.
Stamped: guilty.

So maybe I'll just wait for my angel to write to me before I'll have the motivation to write to my mortals.

About the increasing dread of having to pump out the script by sometime-very-near-today:
Exactly one year ago, I was so darn inspired (by nothing) that every thought I processed could be jotted down fluently and fluidly in beautiful sentences. I could just be sitting there and my mind would be bursting with various vocabs and phrases I didn't even /know/ of -- just that they sounded right, and they were.
Even when I was sleeping, I would constantly jump out of bed to take down a little something for fear of it becoming lost or distorted by the next day. And yeah, that's how my little black sketch book with the portable pencil come to be in existance by my side -- they were there to intercept everything that was generated from my overactive brain. Last time, that is.

Then suddenly, it was gone. Never came back. Not what it used to be. And it coincided with my enrolling into this school last March. (It doesn't prove anything, but it sure left me bemused.) So after rounding a detour, I'm just saying that I dread the next 2 days when I have to churn out every plausible line for the script with vehemence. Because if this were last year, I would have been simply delighted with this opportunity of an outlet for some literary expressions. Instead, I'm doing it as if I'm being forced to (even though I actually like it somewhere within) -- and to get it crammed out with tomorrow's near-full day/night of softball, and Thursday's Chem test in mind, will be very darn taxing.

I will somehow die in streams of eve-confetti before the New Year even arrives.

And what's with this influx of flying ants in my room?? Argh

Ah yes ^^;; the trouble with this host is that it doesn't really permit linking. So you can either

1) Open it up in a new window and -then- click on the address box and hitting enter again to make it look as if you typed in the URL yourself, or

2) Copy the source code using the right mouse click and paste it in a new window, or

3) Just go to the image page. ^_^

Considers stormy's self-proclaimed precocity... XD

Hmm. Looks like there'll be some Sanzo-abuse in the next episode of Reload. ...*cheers*

So, after a new year break's worth of episode, Reload returns with a much greater sounding ending theme, which of course, translates into new pictures for the credits.
Those efficient people (whoever they are,) appear to have snapped up this and this this for the said credit art.

In fact, they are the art printed in the most recent Zero Sum. o_O What's the rush??
To put my happy mind off the possible-upcoming-Sanzoabuse for a while, I've finally posted the Goyjo Hakkai Chapter! ^o^
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What? I had expected Hakkai and Goyjo to click with each other as easily as... as how they -should- have clicked with each other...
@__@
But of course, when you think of it, they are two different worlds altogether... (but why didn't Gojyo and Sanzo click then? Oh well, if they did, there won't be as much fun in fanfics, will there now? *waggles eyebrow*)

P.S. Image page is now here.

Dingdingding. And hence, S32's proud tradition of innate natural talent proves to extend its reign for at least another year. *cackles*

Indeed! Our juniors have fallen well in step behind us and gone on to win the Best Class Item for yesterday's orientation campfire night. *cheers*
(And I -shall- see what my class put up last year as their item someday, or else... it's just plain not fair.)

We have such great juniors; they're so damn on. Really, *shrugs* I have nothing to say.
... except that good seniors produce good juniors, of course. XP *runs from hail of projectiles*

Had fun in the orientation (meant NOT for us, but who cares), and had fun with regards to... the dressing up.
Yayayayayaa surprised my parents when I came home in the Raffles uniform ^o^ I must say it looked quite good even though the size was big enough to go all the way down past my knees.

Jeez, I'm literally nodding off in front of the computer currently. More on it tomorrow then. Maybe.