Jazlyn's leaving on a jet plane. ;_; For one whole week to Perth. Won't have anyone much to talk to, unless I'm in the mood for US politics.
But on a lighter note, ROSYTH CHALET'S TOMORROW WOOTS! I'm staying overnight, and so's Denise. I won't feel so lonely anymore. All the other good friends (Jaz, Sugi and Jane) are overseas. Chew says only about 10 people are staying over, that's pretty sad actually. I wish they were as plentiful as last time, but I suppose everyone's gone on holiday.
My mom bought for me a bag of mixed nuts, rice crackers, three Pocky boxes (one chocolate, two strawberry) and one whole block of Cadbury Hazelnut. I swear, when I grow up, chocolate is gonna be a constant on my shopping list. My favourites, in order of merit, are Marble, Caramel Whip, Hazelnut and then Roast Almond. YUM.
DDDD: I found out there's only three girls staying overnight. Last time, there were seven and three of us (Deen, Shiying and me) stayed up most of the time. I wonder, with only ten people staying overnight under one roof (instead of the 20 or so in two roofs) will people stay up or end up sleeping?
I know myself that I can't sleep until at least 3am, so I guess I'm gonna be staying up (as usual). I'm going to bring my Ghost Hunt manga volumes 3 and 9, the scary ones i have so far. I read books 5-8 online. And then I'm bringing my playing cards too, so I can play Solitaire by myself, or Daidi with the others. For day activities, I'm bringing my badminton set.
I wonder if I can wake up in time. I'm going to Tampines around 1-1.30pm, so that means I have to leave the house before 12.30pm. Gonna ride 969 all the way there.
OK, in contrast to what I typed up there roughly half-an-hour ago, I'm not so psyched anymore. I feel so down that so few people are staying over, and less than expected are attending. Please, please, let there be last minute attendances! I just hope no one backs out. That would really make me depressed.
Too bad I don't really get fitter when I run around in my dream. I think I did much of that already. ------------------------------------ I remember this part where my older cousin and her brother, as well as my own brother, are exploring these empty houses. Just outside this one particular house is a large pile of junk. My Garfield bolster lies in the midst of the mess. We open the door of that house and it's pitch black inside. My older cousin switches on a large torchlight and shines it all over the place.
It's a two-storey house. Inside, it's littered with newspapers, broken furniture, junk. Streaks of sunlight shine through the slats on the windows. I get this odd feeling that there's something in the house other than us, hiding in the darkness. My older cousin hands me the torch, and I quickly shine it all over the room we are exploring: the living room. She tells me to look out for things; I do, with the hair on the back of my neck still standing. Hurry up, do what you have to, get out already!
I'm glad when we leave. I don't ever want to go back inside. Magically, the pile outside the house is gone. We have to leave the area. It's a fenced area, and I don't think we're allowed in. Somehow we've stumbled into a container storage area.
All four of us climb the tall yellow fence. The guard is far below, and we're hoping that he gets distracted enough for us to climb down quickly and run. He doesn't notice us - we hope that he keeps doing so. Suddenly a commotion below occurs; the guard is momentarily occupied by the commotion. It's our chance!
But the guard looks up and sees us four hanging on for dear life. Realising that we have been spotted, we jump down, landing safely on the ground. Luckily for us some passerby hits a button and the open gates grind shut, keeping the guard out temporarily. My older cousin takes the lead, her torchlight switched on; she runs into the maze of metal containers. We follow, and I am the last. I linger to watch the gates.
The gap between me and the three in front begin to widen. I'm tired, and we've run so much. I've lost sight of them in the maze, and I don't know how far behind the guard is. I turn the corner and they are far ahead of me, still running, torchlight swinging in hand. I'm afraid. I don't want to be left behind. My heart beats faster, I'm sweating.
DON'T LEAVE ME BEHIND!
------------------------------- I realise that external noises influence my dreams as well. It turned the one below into an odd dream... ------------------------------- I get out of the car. On the steps of the building, a crowd of children stand around the area, looking at the top of the steps. I run over to them, up the steps, where a sad-looking child stands with head bowed. An angry adult male is beside him.
I approach a child. "What's wrong with him?" She turns to me, and whispers conspiratorially, "He's the son of a mafia boss!". It makes sense now, somehow.
A short man approaches the child's father. "There's someone out to kill you!" We gasp in unison. It's not good. Suddenly, there's a feeling that someone's behind me at the base of the steps near the railings. I yell, "He's down there! He's trying to kill you!".
I grab the railings and slide down it, bodily slamming into the would-be assassin. We crumple onto the ground. I feel extraordinarily tired and my eyes refuse to open past narrow slits, enough for me to see the perpetrator. My hands and legs feel heavy, and it takes an immense amount of energy for me to feebly slap and kick the assassin. He winces in pain as if I'd punched him with all my might.
"Take that!" I yell, continuing my feeble slaps. It's not impressive! My real dreams are where I want to unleash my most powerful punch at an enemy, with jumping kicks and strategic dodges. Why am I so weak? Why do I feel so tired? What's going on? ------------------------------- When I woke up, an episode of The Simpsons was airing. On the screen was a sad-looking boy walking through the hallways, and all the students were staring at him. Odd, why were they doing so? I asked my sister.
Today, me and Nana realised just how deep Jaz's yaoi influence runs in our mind. And I gotta admit, it's deep. Real deep. To the point where I believe I am just another depraved soul.
Point proven in a specific, seemingly-innocent situation that happened earlier during the shooting competition.
Right, when you go for IMT, you're supposed to be in long No. 4 aka pull your sleeves down and button it. So after IMT, when you're going back to school or going back home, you've got to be in smart No. 4 aka fold your sleeves back up. It's difficult to fold your sleeves up by yourself, so you usually enlist someone's help in doing so.
So there we were waiting for our turn to shoot during the shooting competition in the briefing room. Meanwhile, I'm just sitting there stoning and suddenly Nana goes all "Look, look!". She was looking at this pair of boys standing right in front of us, folding each other's sleeves.
The first boy's helping the other fold his sleeve while his arm is propped on the first boy's shoulder. So, it's supposed to be this camaraderie-building action where you ask each other for help, but in the eyes of the tainted it's...a potential yaoi action.
OK, it's not me who first realised that, it's Nana, okay? But my imagination is one of my greatest assets, and also one of my greatest downfalls. It's very easy for me to place that sort of action in a completely different situation.
To edit Chloe's original personal message, "Start by assuming all men are sexual predators", Nana commented, "Start by assuming all men are secretly gay".
I started off relatively normal. I preferred heterosexual couples. Wondered what the hell the fuss was about with homosexual ones. Now, I'm thinking the series I'm watching just doesn't have enough suitable girls. Or, that's just an excuse.
At a moment like this, I can't help but think of that time I read Blood+: City of the Nightwalkers. Possibly the first shounen-ai manga I've ever read. Eh, how times have changed. --------------- I'd add another funny incident about the shooting competition, but this blog IS open to everyone hurhurhur.
My birthday seems to be quite inconsequential to me. I forget it's there. But that's why I like the numbers eleven and seventeen. Especially seventeen.
Jane wished me happy birthday on MSN. xD She always makes it sound very meaningful. Even after two years apart, I feel that she still knows me deeper than others. Like that time when I was feeling quite pissed after yet another Rosyth gathering failed, she sent me a cheer-up SMS that did, in fact, cheer me up considerably. I'm glad I still have such good friends.
Anyway, happy fourteenth birthday to me! FINALLY.
I'm awake right now at 1:33 AM, and still will be for about two more hours. Forcing myself to watch ep 16 and 17 and probably going to go to sleep with all that adrenaline in my body. Soldier Blue~ TwT
I wonder what today will be like. Most likely it'll just be another normal day~
>: I hate Physis now. It seems as if she's playing with all the Soldiers' hearts but she just looks at Keith. He's probably gay with Matsuka, anyway. Matsuka's expression in episode 12 completely set him up as an uke.
boku no megami...
SOLDIER BLUE, YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!
Not to Physis, anyway. I know she's really important to you, but there are totally better guys people out there for you. Seriously. NO YOU CAN'T HUG HER EITHER!
Hello, she just protected the guy you were going to kill, and if she hadn't done so the guy would've died, the Mu people at peace and the story can go on peacefully. Gaaah. Although I admit the story probably won't be as interesting if Keith did die at that point. Then there'd be no more moments between him and Matsuka.
Wait. The whole trouble started because idiot Tony decided to kill Keith off by himself. And he's just a toddler. Because of his recklessness, he allowed the prisoner to escape and start this whole bloody mess. And because of that, Karina thought he was dead, went wholly out-of-control with her psionic powers (I think she was crying tears of blood) and then she died of grief.
Okay, so Tony's just a toddler but HE'S A TOTAL IDIOT.
DDDDD: I'm hesitating to watch episode 16 because it goes all sappy between Physis and Blue (something my inner fangirl isn't very happy to watch) and then the humans are going to attack Nazca. Episode 17's probably going to be very exciting to watch (all the action going on, and Blue's finally back in action!) but it's going to be Blue's last battle too, since he was dying after all. Gah, this gets quite frustrating.
:DDDD I found a nice new anime to watch yesterday~
It's called Toward the Terra, and it's a remake of a 1980s movie into a 24-episode anime series. I know I got slightly interested in it before when I saw some movie screencaps in Nana and Jaz's RS research book. I had thought that the blue-haired guy in the screencaps was cute. Still is, though. But in the anime not really blue-haired anymore, it's more on the white side.
I was just looking through doujinshi catalogue websites for fun, and I saw a cover that reminded me strongly of the guy from the screencaps. Lo and behold, I found the anime and thought I'd watch it. I think I watch the oddest of things. Not many know about Toward the Terra, though. It's kinda the same with Ghost Hunt, but I think there's quite a substantial number of fans on the Animesuki forums and the LJ community.
Soldier Blue is cuuuute~ Sad that's he's already dying even before the show begins (being over 300 years old does that to you). But Jomy isn't bad either...they look veeeery cute together. *inner fangirl squealing*
Jaz's influence runs deep. Really deep. Or otherwise the animes I watch have a dearth of suitable girls to pair them up with. ---------------------------------------- I'm gonna watch up til episode 12 or more today.
Episode 9 was damn sad at the very end. Shiroe was being administered a psychological test because they suspected that he was a Mu (psychic beings that humans fear/hate and wish to destroy) after they caught him infiltrating a top-secret area. He managed to escape and eluded the police by crawling out through a vent. He was later found by Keith.
After telling Keith that the truth about him could be found at Floor 001, the police raided Keith's room and recaptured Shiroe. They then kept him in a room to monitor him, and that's when his Mu powers awakened. He escaped from the room, clutching his precious Peter Pan book. He boarded one of the ships at the dock and set out, intending to go to Terra. His father had once mentioned a place better than Neverland, a place called Terra.
Keith was ordered to go after Shiroe. Meanwhile, Shiroe had lost most of his sanity and kept reciting lines from Peter Pan, thinking his parents were on the ship with him. Keith was thinking about how Shiroe awakened feelings inside him that he once never had. In the end, Mother Eliza ordered Keith to shoot Shiroe's ship down. Shiroe's last actions were to reach out for Peter Pan, saying that he wanted to go to Terra, and he was free now to fly the skies. ------------------------- Man, I hate thinking about Peter Pan. I didn't read the original story, but I know the gist of it. Then I read the sequel Peter Pan in Scarlet this year, and I think that was the first book that caused me to cry while reading it.
I cried near the end of the book when all the Lost Boys found their mothers in the Maze of Despair (I think that was what it was called). All the Lost Boys but Peter Pan. He then recalled what had happened to him, that one night when he returned from Neverland he found his bedroom window closed and a child in his bed. He thought that his parents no longer loved him, and thus he was no longer able to return home.
Watching Shiroe recite Peter Pan reminded me strongly of that, and I ended up crying again. >_>;;; I don't know why that part of the book makes me really sad, but it does.
In the same episode, there was this part where the students' memories of the previous day's flight training was erased. During that flight training Jomy reached out to them telepathically to tell them about the Mu. Sam, Jomy's former friend, was deeply disturbed by the event, but after erasing all their memories it seemed to be back to normal again. Only Keith's memories weren't erased, and he felt it highly odd to be the only one with the correct order of memories.
Reminds me of 1984 where history is constantly edited and the general populace believes everything, except the main character Winston Smith who tries to keep order of real history in his mind. It's not the same, but quite similar... ------------------- Ranted long enough. Gonna go bathe, and then continue watching :B Yay there's Toward the Terra fanart!
Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived alone in the deepest, darkest wood. She lived in the heart of that wood where no one could reach her, not even the sunlight. Every day the girl lived in darkness, trapped within the four walls of her tiny house...and trapped in her heart.
The girl never learned to love. No one traveled through the wood; no one knew she was there. Not even the forest animals dared wander into the deepest, darkest wood. How the girl found herself in the middle of such a wood she did not know. Neither did she care. She never learned to love, never learned to care. She never cried, never laughed, never frowned, never smiled. The girl was all alone in the wood.
Sometime later, the girl grew up into a rather pretty woman. Fair golden locks descended to her shoulders. Light gold eyes peered out at the darkness around her. Her pale complexion shone in the darkness. But still, the girl never learned to love. And for the lack of that one simple feeling, she was as cold as the darkness wrapped around her tiny house.
One day, she was reading a book outside her tiny house with a burning lamp by her side. The girl knew she was safe - no one ever ventured into these woods - and after all, why would she care? Her blank eyes absorbed the book's contents, but none ever reached deep into her mind.
There was another light in the wood. It was a tiny orb in the distance at first, but as the girl continued watching the orb grew and grew. She remained sitting, unperturbed, simply waiting. The sound of footsteps echoed in the wood as they neared her tiny house.
Both her lamp and the glowing orb illuminated the clearing around her tiny house, revealing a young man looking severely deprived. His once rich-looking clothes were torn, his dark hair was untidy and his face was slightly sunken. The young man gazed at the girl with weary eyes.
He had never seen such a girl before in his life. Her golden appearance was so fair and so pure! But yet, he did not feel a warmth that he thought he should. She was cold, as cold as the deep darkness in the wood. She was unsmiling, and her light gold eyes were dulled. An angel! His heart had sung, but that coldness ravaged the notes from his heart.
The young man was so weary from his travels. He had been lost in the wood, aided only by the warm glow of an orb given to him by fairies. The berries in his hemp sack had only given him so much. He was close to death, yet in the distance was another warm lamp, encouraging him to continue on towards the clearing. So weary was he that he simply collapsed before the impassive girl.
The girl knew not how to love, knew not how to care. She had never seen another for as long as she had lived. She never knew what they looked like and never knew what they felt. She had lived far too long alone in the deepest, darkest wood.
And for the lack of those few simple feelings, she merely picked her book back up and continued reading. ------------------------
I've given up on my NaNo because I've deemed it too idiotic to continue on. Thus, I've decided to restart again (there goes my dream of achieving 50K in my second year!) but at least it will be something I will be more interested in. I've decided it will be based on the short story above that I made up.
HETALIA!<33
mai OTP: Denmark/Norway
Nordic nations
Prussia <3
wishlist
TRAVEL THE WORLD, YO.
1. A GPS unit
2. A good pair of binos 3. Oh, the Places You'll Go by Dr. Seuss 4. Farthest North by Fridtjof Nansen 5. Worst Journey in the World by Apsley Cherry-Garrard
