My Island.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Hwaa~ I think my mind just went "OMGASDKJLFM;" when I saw the picture of the four Scandinavian countries on 4chan. Well, at first I was wondering why the heck Norway's face looked like Denmark's until I realised the four of them had switched uniforms among themselves. OMGASDKJLFM NEEDS MOAR LOVE FOR ALL.

I think it'd be quite fun to do Denmark's uniform, or perhaps Sweden's (THE COATS!)

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Yesterday me, Jaz and Sarahlala went to watch Wall.E before we (excluding Sarahlala) went to Rosyth. Wall.E, although supposed to be family fare with a heartwarming romantic storyline, actually has some serious issues if you think deeply into it. Like how the Earth might turn out to be if we continue to be so destructive, or how technology's 'pampering' us, etc.

The brief footages of the rushing sandstorms scared me the most. ><;;; They were going like damn fast, and if I were Wall.E I'd do the same as he did: box himself in and stay there, shaking like a leaf. And keeping the good ol' roach companion nearby.

The 'romance' between Wall.E and EVE was very cute! Wall.E being so shy, always wanting to hold EVE's hand. EVE has a yandere personality - most of the time being so awfully calm and scanning for plant life among the trash heaps, and when Wall.E, spying on her, causes a disturbance she just whips out her blaster and KABLAMS! the offending area. Usually the thing that Wall.E's hiding behind.

Aaah I even cried once during the show, when Wall.E and EVE were doing their little 'dance' outside the AXIOM. Don't know why I cried, maybe the sweetness overloaded my senses orz.

Everyone in the theatre (well, there were so few of us since it was like only the third show for that day) stayed until the end of the credits, until the cleaner guy had to shoo us out. >_>;; SPOILSPORT.

I didn't manage to meet Cikgu Zanal! He was teaching his HMT class then and was unable to come down to meet us. T____T We managed to meet Mrs Tong and the chinese teacher, still looks the same as ever!

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Agh, I surfed /x/ today and found this interesting thread about 'numbers stations'. They run on shortwave frequencies, spouting nothing much but odd noises like beeps, with the occasional vocal transmission coming through. Mostly thought to be run by government secret services to transmit codes and stuff. o.O It's real creepy because you have no idea what the hell they're transmitting and to whom. God, you could be intercepting a coded message that's telling a spy to vital information or orders to destroy a target, and not even know it.

An anon dared others to listen to the whole playlist in a dark room.

By the time it finishes, I'd probably be dead from being crushed by the number of bri/x/ shat.

It's just a theory, but the 'numbers stations', could possibly be some sort of beacon from military compounds letting the government know that the compound hasen't been completely destroyed. That's not to say ALL of them could serve that purpose, but I think atleast a few of them working that way could be a possibility. - 4chan

"Another possibility is that the constant transmission of its characteristic sound is supposed to signal the availability, operation or alertness of some kind of installation, a kind of dead man's switch of a military or other installation."

If the station stops broadcasting that means it has escaped and we are all doomed soon after. - 4chan

Labels: hetalia, school

8/30/2008 11:09:00 PM

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

I wonder how anyone could ever befriend such a person like me.

Anti-social. Awkward. Bad-tempered. Mediocre. Moody. Oddball. Ordinary. Quiet. Stone. Strange. Temperamental. Untalented. Weird. Etc. Etc.

Look at everyone else. If they're not talented, they're sociable. If they're not sociable, they're talented. And then there are those who are both social and talented. Me? I'm neither sociable nor talented! *headbashes* I'm not even intelligent enough to scrape at least passes for my weak subjects!

Does this little girl give a damn though? Don't know. Not really, I suppose. I'll rant, and then I'll forget all over again.

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Every day, without fail, I'll always see an aeroplane in the sky, heading towards Changi Airport with its lights blinking on and off and occasionally disappearing in the dense clouds. Where is it coming from? Is it a regular flight? I'll remind myself to check the schedule on the airport website but the mental memo is always lost in the torrent of thoughts related to school.

Seeing it reminds me of the dream I harbour deep down in my heart - to finally fly out of Singapore for the very first time. It gives me hope, and also it at least gives me the first smile of the day.

Keep on flying!

Labels: rant

8/26/2008 07:16:00 PM

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Bad.

With each passing day I am gradually becoming more and more apathetic to my surroundings, especially to people. Only occasionally, and they happen less and less, do I show expressions of happiness or anything other than anger, irritation and a stone-face. It's so much easier to retaliate that way, exuding negative rather than positive energy.

In that apathetic state I truly am detached from almost everything. I hardly think of anything at all, simply falling into a routine and going about following it or wherever my feet feels like going. I don't quite feel like involving myself with others because it takes too much emotional energy. If they laugh, I have to laugh with them. If they smile at me, I have to smile back. Even when I don't feel like it at all, I have to because I can't leave them there, their display of emotion unreciprocated. I don't want them to feel ignored.

But it's tiring to always have to give something back.

I'd love more than anything to lean against the parapet railing in school and look at the plants, the birds, the sky, the clouds, the distant buildings. The sun would gently warm my shivering form, cold from the extreme temperatures in the blasted classroom. I'd then stare at the sky and the distant buildings and wish I was somewhere else but there. Here. In Singapore. Preferably somewhere friendly with wide expanses of green and warm sunlight, and many animals to observe.

My wish to fly away overseas, off to a different country, is my strongest wish at the moment. I want to go to my beloved Changi Airport, having slept a good half-hour on the lovely 858 bus and its oh-so-familiar route. I'll get off, perhaps popping into the fascinating NTUC supermarket at Terminal 1, and I'll walk into the airport terminal with my bag slung comfortably on my shoulders and my passport and ticket gripped securely in my hand. Perhaps I'll arrive much earlier than the stipulated flight time so that I can walk around the whole airport and explore all the shops and buy whatever I want.

I'll peer out the window as the plane takes off and I'll look behind and watch as Singapore grows smaller and smaller until all that's left are the sea and clouds. I'll take out a notebook and write all my feelings for that very first trip, trying not to cry and embarrass myself. I'll take pictures, a lot of pictures, and if it's not a long flight I'll try not to sleep, or at least wake up before landing so I can look out the window and watch as the country I'm arriving at grows closer and closer. I'll think of how Singapore is so far away and wonder, what's going on there right now?

...

Oh, but it's all wishful dreaming.

That's why I'm wondering, if the Geog-Lit trip to Italy next year is confirmed, should I go?

Labels: emo rant, life

8/24/2008 02:51:00 AM

Monday, August 18, 2008

Aha I forgot to mention earlier that I added two more national anthems to my 'favourite' list. Other than Sweden (Du gamla, du fria) and Poland (Mazurek Dąbrowskiego), I also enjoyed listening to the especially dramatic tune of La Marseillaise and the a cappella version of Ja, vi elsker dette landet. France and Norway, respectively. I didn't discover La Marseillaise until recently because I initially balked at the idea of listening to an eight-minute long recording. >_>

Two dramatic (La Marseillaise and Mazurek Dąbrowskiego) and two mellow (Du gamla, du fria and Ja, vi elsker). xD

Hetalia influence, go figure. |D

IN NEED OF ALL EUROPEAN COUNTRIES + US/UK~

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Four more days of fasting to go ohoho.

Labels: hetalia, life

8/18/2008 08:59:00 PM

OKAY DAMNIT.

I swear, the next time I'm going to Art Friend or Daiso I'm giving all brushes a wide berth. Either that, or I'm wearing latex gloves. It's annoying to be stressed over whether you should cleanse yourself or not depending on the state you touched the darn brush in.

HONDA-SAN, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST USE NYLON BRISTLES OR SOMETHING, NOT HOG'S MANE?!

Spare the hogs their hair.

My mom told me to wash it normally with soap, and I did do so immediately but I didn't really believe her since normally we have to wash it six times with water and once with water mixed with soil. I spent the whole weekend holding my left hand away from me like it was a disease. My hand muscles nearly atrophied since the only exercise my left hand ever gets is when I type.

In the end, it wasn't necessary for me to cleanse my hand since no purification is necessary if both contact surfaces are dry, which they were, according to MUIS. You just have to wash it as per normal. OMG THANK GOD! I wouldn't know where to find clean soil to wash my hand with! WHY AM I SO SUAY, TWICE ALREADY LEH.

Or thrice, if I count that time my stupid P1 teacher tactlessly told us all to touch a drum made of pigskin. Wasn't she aware that there were Muslim children in the class who were sensitive to such things? ORZORZORZ.

I WAS STRESSING OUT SO BAD OVER THE ISSUE. MUIS should have this easy FAQ thing where you just send in your questions. I don't know if they have it, but if they do it's not obvious. They should make it more obvious for people like me!

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I'm hoping the Japanese fansites will churn out more Norway and Denmark now that their official figures are out. I've only got one site that does so!

Norway reminds me of Finland in the sense that they're kinda meant to be uke-like next to their 'partners' who are either scary (Sweden) or outgoing (Denmark) type like a seme. But he's got this stone/no-nonsense look about him, which Finland doesn't have, that might turn the tables. He looks like he'll whack Denmark in line if he's being stupid. |D So cute! Newest favourite character after Prussia!

Labels: hetalia, rant

8/18/2008 12:11:00 AM

Sunday, August 17, 2008

The official chibis for Norway and Denmark are out!

SO CUTE. *EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE* <3 both their uniforms!

I thought Denmark would have brown hair instead of blonde as a nice contrast to Norway, but seeing as the rest of the Scandinavian countries have blonde hair I guess it would be kinda odd. Norway looks rather stone, or perhaps simply exasperated since he's most likely stuck with Denmark. xD

I think my sole devotion for now is Axis Powers Hetalia |D I used to trawl 4chan only to look at random pics but now I regularly collect fanart of what else, Hetalia. Three of the websites I must regularly visit in a day are the Hetalia LJcomm and the Hetalia Kink Meme, and the soon-to-be closed Hetalia fansite navigation. Got to bookmark my favourite sites before it goes OTL.

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Yesterday my family and I went to one of my favourite places for a BBQ! We arrived there quite late, so the timeframe for planes coming in to land was already half-over. It was a lovely cloudless night, so you could see the craters and darkened parts of the moon, and its light illuminated the area well probably even without lampposts. During the lulls in between the planes coming in close enough for their roar to be disruptive, I used the binoculars to look around. Occasionally, the flashing blue lights of the Coast Guard could be seen, and upon closer view they had approached a small boat cruising quietly in the waters, with only their small fluorescent light tubes visible.

By the time we got the BBQ going, no planes were coming in to land but rather, they were taking off. Planes ceased to appear around 12+, and I got quite sad because that was what I went there for! A bit of a surprise, then, when at 1.00am a plane flew overhead, followed by a steady stream of others until we left at 1.30 - 2.00am. Somtimes I used the binos to follow their trail until I could no longer distinguish their outlines.

I think it must be quite fun, or at least a unique experience, to be at Changi Airport at 2.30am. How quiet the sleek airport would be, the dark runways dotted with guiding lights and the planes with their powerful headlights brightening their paths. One day, when I'm 18 and free to roam as I please, I'll be there at 2.30am.

Perhaps then, too, I'll be waiting for the first time I'll have gone beyond Singapore and Malaysia.

Labels: hetalia, memories

8/17/2008 11:27:00 AM

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Another proof of my liking for social sciences:

I'm tempted to borrow a book of the world's countries with the flags, national languages, capital cities, currencies and all the vital stats included so I can carry it around and study it whenever I want to. Originally it was because Ms Foo told us it might be useful to look up all the stuff for the countries because we'll be studying them in future but it sounds like a good opportunity to increase my knowledge and FINALLY ASK THE BUGGERS TO ASK WORLD-RELATED QUESTIONS IN DOG AND BONE, NOT BLOODY MATH QUESTIONS--

Okay.

And I didn't expect to revisit programming so soon in my lifetime after I just quit the programming sessions in June. Guess what? Because of some annoying buggers I sacrificed myself to join two Sec 1 IT Club juniors in the National Software Competition. Included in the competition is an algorithm competition where you obviously need to know some code...or a lot of it. Either Java or C++, but apparently the juniors have attended a C++ workshop earlier on.

OH RIGHT. LEAVE ME TO STRUGGLE ALONE, YEAH?

Dingbats.

Labels: school

8/14/2008 09:33:00 PM

Haha. I'm using the Mac computers in school right now since the more than half of the Infocomm Lab's CPUs are unplugged for checks on the wiring.

Mrs Tan's already marked our Math PPAs. Four people in our class failed, of which two were single-digit marks. No prizes for guessing who's one of the failures, naturally. I knew I was going to fail, so I quickly told my mom I was going to study harder for Math from now on, and I kinda mean to stick to it.

...Hopefully.

Nevermind. I have two more tests to 'redeem' myself, although technically I should've done so in this one because it's relatively easier than the others. Sigh. Got to work harder next time.

Math just annoys me so much. I mean, in future unless I'm some accountant, bank teller, auditor, mathematician or physicist (god forbid) the only time I'm going to be using math is for calculating the tax I owe the government, how much that beef is going to be after discount and what the exchange rate is from SGD to the euro. I sure as hell am not gonna go "3xy+4z+9" and expect someone to understand I meant, "Bugger off, you wanker". Math has imaginary numbers which they even admit don't exist in real life and so why should I know about it?! They're teaching me logarithms, quadratics, remainder and factor theorems but what's gonna matter to me in real life is how mathematics applies to practical problems!

During Lit lessson Ms Lee asked us how our families had influenced our interests, either negatively or positively. I think my preference for the humanities (not really including Lit) and my general interest in social sciences have been influenced by my family, namely my dad. He's a loyal fan of the National Geographic since he was young and he's kept issues from way back - the oldest issue he owns is from 1962 or something, which he got from his neighbour (my dad was born in 1961). So when I was small I had easy access to the magazines, flipping mostly to look at the pictures since small font didn't interest me then.

My mother, who stopped working before I was born to take care of us, regularly brought the four of us out around Singapore. We would go to Orchard Road where the departmental stores had ongoing sales and when dinnertime came we'd enter the nearest fast-food joint (usually Burger King or Long John's, both favourites) or Komala's. Sometimes we would go to odd places like warehouses along ulu roads that had sales or the old Geylang market that I used to hate last time but find it terribly nostalgic now. I saw old estates that I probably would never go to by myself, and I travelled around in buses and MRTs more often than some people would do in their lifetime.

On other days we would go to Changi Airport and I'd marvel at the fountains and the shiny marble floors. We would stay there until the late afternoon when my dad got off from work (he used to work there). I was always intrigued by the strange maze of corridors that remained hidden behind the walls, and held the works of the airport. I still wonder what goes on in those corridors.

I loved to ride on the old Skytrains because they had this section at both ends of the train where you could sit and pretend you were controlling the train. I liked sitting on the aquarium parapets and press my nose to the glass, pretending I was in the water with the fish. Me being only five years old or so and just over a metre high my dad had to hoist me up to the parapet.

(At five I was a metre high. Ten years on I've only grown half-a-metre.)

To cut a very long story shorter than it would have been, what I'm trying to say is:

DO YOU SEE ANY HINT OF MATHEMATICS-INCULCATING THERE?!

No. You see me being a happy, metre-tall kid prancing all around Singapore without worrying about bloody logarithms. And visiting loads of places. Absolutely no math except me calculating how many sweets I can buy with a dollar's budget.

Labels: memories

8/14/2008 04:44:00 PM

Monday, August 11, 2008

ORZORZORZ.

SUPER ORZ.

It is 3.40am and I am up, still attempting to finish my Lit for which I have no inspiration for. All I've got for my Lit play so far is one freaking line where Christopher Sly says, "A lovely comedy! What say you, wife?". And I have to finish this before dawn or something SO I CAN MUG FOR MATH DAMNIT.

Instead of Lit...

I drew for the first time on the Hetalia Rakugaki chat, drawing *what else!* my newfound obsession that is the lovable Norway. It looks okay lah, pretty decent in my standards but what to do, that is the extent of my drawing abilities. Good thing about Tegaki E, Rakugaki and pchat - meant for scribbles!

I also attempted illimitefancy's Hetalia meme. Pretty fun, although I've only gotten until the second question and drew so far me in a SIA girl suit cos there's no Singapore in Hetalia and I sorta redrew that same Norway orz. I COULDN'T DRAW GILBERT FOR HIS DAMNED WILD HAIR. Also, I can't draw faces that look right, only those that look left.

No pun intended above, by the way, I mean that.

DAMNIT UNTIL TUESDAY YOU WILL HEAR ME ORZING SO MUCH YOU WILL ORZ.

I SHOULD ALTERNATE WITH OTL, BUT OTL IS JUST NOT PRONOUNCEABLE ENOUGH.

Labels: hetalia, life

8/11/2008 03:40:00 AM

Sunday, August 10, 2008

I LUV ME SUM NORWAY.

Too cute for words! Many assume he's the one with the hairclips, so I'll go along with that for the moment until I get some concrete stuff. TOO CUTE. In fanarts and official art he's always shown in a worried expression, SO CUTE SO CUTE ASDKJL;ZOMG. Sort of like a complete opposite next to wild-haired Denmark with his cheeky smile. I bet Norway will be the worrywart next to Denmark's seemingly "TO HECK!" personality. There should be more Denmark/Norway~

I want to draw Hetalia chibis orz. And finish the meme! How would Singapore look like as a chibi I wonder. O.O;;

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LIT PT. WHAT THE HELL. I thought it was a bloody brilliant thing to do and I've got a basic plot in mind but orzorzorz what am I supposed to write?! I can't think of a prank Sly would want to do on the lord but I know it has to mirror the lord's prank on Sly in a way. GOT TO FINISH IT BY TONIGHT SO I CAN MUG MATH TOMORROW. What to do with Bartholomew?!

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I've been watching the Olympics events shown on TV, selective ones though! So far I've watched Men's and Women's Artistic Gymnastics, Women's Synchronised Diving 3m Springboard and Women's Archery. Korea broke the Olympics as well as the world record for archery! Tomorrow I'm interested in Men's Synchronised Diving.

The commentator for Saturday's Men's Gymnastics at 12 noon or something was pretty sarcastic. When the Spanish athletes kept making quite some significant mistakes, especially this guy who dismounted from the high bar only to lose his balance and roll forwards off the mat, the commentator went something along the lines of "The Spanish team's confidence is just leaking away!".

And then there was this Polish gymnast who was visibly talking to himself before attempting the vault. He did do well at the vault, but of course the commentator didn't miss his odd behaviour, exclaiming "The talking did some good!".

Labels: hetalia, life, school

8/10/2008 05:17:00 PM

Saturday, August 09, 2008

National Day celebrations were pretty funny. Well, some small bits if you looked closely at the camera.

Like that time they suddenly cut to one of the cameras only to see a cloth running over the screen to wipe the raindrops off. And when the contingents were all marching out onto the platform the camera zoomed in on one of the exits with the cammed-up soldiers marching out, you could clearly see this one soldier tukar langkah because he did that jerking thing to change the step. SUPER PAISEH, you're on national TV!

I saw another side of the ministers (well, only two of them) when the camera panned over their pretty-much-stone faces and captured Dr Yaacob Ibrahim holding up a digital camera, pointed at a smiling Vivian Balakrishnan. I was like WTF! HAHA THAT'S DAMN AMUSING. xDDDD Needs to be screenshotted!

Edit: LOL I got my mom to look at the encore and confirm who it was. It's not Zainul Abidin, oops! I MISSED WATCHING THE MOMENT THE SECOND TIME AROUND, but oh well! Hilarious!

Labels: life

8/09/2008 08:42:00 PM

I have decided on some of my favourite places in Singapore.

1. Changi Beach, right next to the airport runways
2. Changi Airport
3. That hawker centre near Changi Jetty

...Oddly enough, they're all at Changi. I think I love that place.

My family went to Sakura buffet restaurant to celebrate my parents' 20th wedding anniversary. Seriously. They got married on 8th August 1988. 08/08/88. Initially, there was a problem with our rented car because some irresponsible asshole didn't report the damages to it, so we had to wait for the other car to come back and take that one instead.

I finally got to eat the cheesecake I wanted! ALL FIVE SQUARES ZOMG. And sushi. Plates of lamb leg, fake sharks' fin soup that clearly tasted of chicken, breaded shrimp, green bean soup, Coke, Ribena+Sprite, puddings...RAWR. My brother managed to smuggle out two puddings and six chocolate bars. ; D We were all fit to burst after leaving the place!

Afterwards, since the car was rented from 7 to midnight I suggested to my dad that the family go somewhere to relax and work off some off the food we ate. He drove to Changi Beach! On the way there I saw a plane that was flying real low and I was screaming "Look! Look! What was that? Did you see it?!". My siblings were awesomely freaked out because they thought I was screaming about 'something else'.

Changi Beach is that place where you can see the planes coming in from afar and lining up at their respective runways, and they come in so close you can see the individual passenger windows on the plane, how many engines it's got, and the airline's logo on the vertical stabilizer (I had to check Wikipedia for that!).

I love watching them. Trying to spot the headlights from afar and guessing which runways they're lining up with. Attempting to dentify the airline as its logo comes into view faster than my siblings can. Determining the aircraft's model. WE SAW AN A380! Its wingspan was super wide! I marvelled at how the pilots could maneuvre the planes so effortlessly, how they could navigate in the darkness.

I also wondered what it was like, to be on a plane and watch as the lights of Singapore get closer and closer and you know you're coming back home. Or, in another case, to watch them grow smaller and smaller and leaving you up in the dark sky, your family safely down on the ground in Singapore.

I want to board a commercial flight out of Singapore one day, but I dread that feeling of leaving everything behind, even though I know I'll feel that lovely, relieved feeling of coming back home later. I shudder at the thought of leaving my family behind.

Being at Changi Beach I don't just feel excitement at watching the planes coming to land, but looking out at the horizon at night I begin to feel afraid. It's awfully dark out there, especially when you look towards Pulau Tekong where there are completely no lights at all except the radio/electricty towers with their little red warning lights. Pulau Ubin, Johor, the ports all have at least one light, no matter how small, but on Pulau Tekong it was so horribly dark. I couldn't imagine being there, surrounded by thick forest in complete darkness. It suffocated me just thinking about it.

I wish I could've stayed there, lying on the mat with my marshmallow cushion clutched securely in my arms, all the way til the wee hours of the morning and just counting how many planes fly past. But we had to go, and go we did.

Although I found it superbly funny how when we arrived, the planes started coming in more frequently and when we left, there was hardly a plane in sight on the horizon. It felt as if they were waiting for us to arrive and marvel at them as they flew overhead with a great roar.

I want to be there or at Changi Airport at 3am in the morning.

Make it a date.

Labels: life, memories

8/09/2008 12:30:00 AM

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

The train is crowded, but for now she feels only two of them exist. Him and her, side by side, a mere ruler's length apart. She glances at his reflection occasionally, but he looks stonily out the window to the darkened surroundings. For a moment she wonders.

For a moment the train jolts.

Their sleeve ends brush for that brief moment, and in the window's reflection she sees their fingers entwined, palms pressed tightly against each other. In the frigid breeze that tousles her hair, his hand provides that one sanctuary of warmth and company in the quiet, isolated crowd.

He shifts slightly, and the moment is over. She glances at his reflection, and for a moment she wishes he was hers, but he isn't.

Labels: story

8/06/2008 11:16:00 PM

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

There is no Lit extension for us. Seemingly specifically us. Every other class has extension for Lit PT, all but the lonely class of ten Lit students.

Brilliant news. I've got three days to chiong Lit PT, of which two days are also used to chiong Geog. Stupid, stupid, stupid RGS. Did you know that all humanities PTs are due in the same week, while the three sciences are conveniently spread out? Look who's being punished for having the courage and individuality to pick humanities-centric combinations. Or specifically, the ten of us who have Geog and Lit as their doubles.

At least I have some semblance of plot and idea for Lit, I just need to write it out. Got to work on Geog now...

EVERYTHING'S AIMING TO KILL ME THIS WEEK.

I'm not surprised if I lose it anytime soon. You'd better hope I don't grab something sharp when I do.

Labels: school

8/05/2008 09:00:00 PM

Friday, August 01, 2008

Ahaha my love for the Hetalia characters keeps growing day by day. And my favourite pairings keep changing too xDDD So far it's...

Gilbert (Prussia)/Roderich (Austria)/Ludwig (Germany) [any combination of the three: Gilbert/Roderich preferred!]
Alfred (US)/Arthur (UK) [speaks for itself. uber enthu vs. stiff Englishman]
Berwald (Sweden)/Tino (Finland) [A terribly cute couple. And Berwald is hot. ;D]

A new acquisition today being Norway/Denmark or Denmark/Norway. I can't really tell who's who yet, but one of them wears hairclips. So cute! OwO|| The other one's got a sort of rugged look, not as MANRY as Turkey though but he's got spiky hair. I think maybe like Zack's? HWAA HOT+CUTE=MUCH LOVE.

The Hetalia Kink Meme is a great place for Hetalia fics. Some are absolutely brilliant, like the Ludwig/Veneziano phonesex one (classic! *le wink wink*) and an in-progress Gilbert/Roderich <33333

If I ever decide to become a "quitter", I think I'll move to Europe. Either the Scandinavian countries or Switzerland. All of them are in the top 30 countries judged by the Environmental Performance Index (EPI).

[This is also why there's a chibi Switzerland on 312's door proclaiming that he's green. Because Switzerland's #1 on the EPI with a score of 95.5. IMBA?! I've only had one teacher who's asked about chibi-Swiss. I didn't answer.)

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Speaking of that teacher, I think I'm beginning to feel rather wary. He's a bit like TG in the paranoid sense. Like "I can't actually say this because it could get me arrested by my former workplace" but he goes and says it anyway and I'm just sitting there thinking "WHERE THE FORK DID YOU WORK AT?!". He doesn't like to reveal too much about himself (but he does so anyway in our class) and he says that when he does it always comes back to him.

Scary much?! It makes me feel as if he's got a big secret or something, and the way that he spoke about trying to get us to drop our 'arrogance', things about how his methods aren't working or something like that I don't know...ARGH I KEPT THINKING "OH GOD, GOVERNMENT SPY". I instantly felt uncomfortable the moment the lesson started and I was wary throughout the whole period. And there I was at the beginning wondering why I was so quiet and tense.

CREEPY.

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It's Vash's "birthday" on 1 August! I forgot to write it on the door!

Labels: hetalia, school

8/01/2008 08:44:00 PM

I have the absolutely delicious thought of two Borders gift cards in my possession, and being able to buy whatever books and mangas I want.

I think I might go after school tomorrow or on Saturday. To check out books and stuff first, of course. I haven't even checked how much there are in those gift cards, but the teacher said that we probably had $70 collectively. Quite enough, I think. I hope I shan't be disappointed.

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I nulled the House Captain vote last minute. I couldn't decide between the two so I just crossed twice and laughed inwardly at the vote counters having to toss my vote aside. I considered nulling the House Vice-captain vote but decided it was too evil.

Sze Min told me how Mr Evans had been reading a romance novel or something (WHAT?!), concerning a teacher-student relationship. He had lamented, "Why is it always the English teachers, not the Science teachers?".

Simple, Mr Evans. The English teacher knows the language of love. |D Or rather, he just knows which words to pick and how to twist them into sappy romantic lines that make shallow, flighty girls fall flat on their Botoxed noses for him. Science teachers just start talking about the biology and the chemistry of love. It's a bit fast there, innit?

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Ms Xiang's no longer our Math teacher any more, and only in recent days when her departure became more imminent did I realise how much I liked her way of teaching. Previously I used to lament how I had concentrated better in Mrs Tan's class, but Ms Xiang is much more easygoing, seeing as our age differences are narrower. She's included in a congratulatory ad in the newspapers too, for A*STAR scholars. o.O;; Damn smart. She's going away to Duke University in America to study biomedical engineering.

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Chionging Chem PT now. It's horribly useless! I ponned IT Club for this...I STILL HAVE MALAY TO DO?!

Labels: school

8/01/2008 12:39:00 AM