Oliver & Company.

The movie wasn't the best. But I like the main plotline of it.

And Dodger is cute.

The result? Me creating a O&C comic. With some adjustments, of course. And I didn't draw Dodger with a ref, thus resulting in a not-so-accurate representation of the two main characters. Damnit.

In any case, three pages are complete. This is a world record.

Lol. Started reading Death Note.

It's...Well...I don't know how to express it. Dark, perhaps? But who knows? I'm only at page 3 afterall. And I just read it for the yaoi anyway xDD But still. I quite like this. But I know they'll both die anyway. Damnit, they can go screw in heaven I suppose. xDD

And now suddenly Raito has killed bazillions in 5 days. Impressive. He doesn't look too bad either. Heck, he looks sexy.

Bullshit.

I noticed my computer speakers were missing. So obviously I went to dad.


" Did you do something with my speakers? "

" Yep. I stole 'em. "

... Right.

" ...For what? "

" I need them to match my radio. Otherwise I cannot listen to music leh! "

" I also cannot listen to music without it what! "

" Eh, you're supposed to study, not listen to music! "

BULLSHIT ALERT.

I whipped around to face him. I wanted to oppose and tell him what I really did on the computer, but for some absurd reason I held my tongue.

I mean, honestly! I study OFFLINE. my online time is pure fun. yeah, and I can't have fun without my FUCKING SPEAKER THANKS.

" When do I get it back? " I asked, trying to keep my face devoid of emotion. " Thursday. " He replied. I don't know how pissed I should be but this is like so BULLSHITTY man.

Blah you.


Oh, and we have a science project. It's for CA2, so I couldn't care less. Wait. I do care. It's my instinct to care.

And yes, I do care for the fact that Gerald Tay is leading the group.

Oh dear.

I wrote down his name along with the other members', wrote " Oh dear. " next to it.

Obviously nobody understands what "oh dear" means. ( thought I liked him, eck eck. )

Trying very hard not to slap Luke, I explained. " Oh dear means Oh shit you assholes. " Still, I trust he won't say anything about it again. He'd better not.

Haha and Arron was so disgusted at when I drank my water, spat it out, drank it again, etcetc. xD It's so fun to watch boys in discomfort. It looked so funny.

And Gabriel, when I asked him, "You prefer Ms Lin or Mdm Chua?" He was about to answer when he saw Ms Lin up ahead. Then he acted really really really comical. xD

After school, I needed a photocopy of a worksheet. I waited, then Ms Ang remembered.

"Oh! Chris, I have another copy in the classroom. You should go get that one."

I had no time for a "thanks" or a "why didn't you bloody tell me?" I just ran, faster, fastest, fasterest, and I'm pretty certain I could beat my NAPFA time if I had motivation like that. Almost missed the bus. Had to jump around to get Uncle James to notice me.

"Why you so late one?" He chuckled.

"Don't ask." I walked over to Claire, saw her expression, and pointed a finger at her. "DON'T ASK." Then I slumped down in my seat. Amazing, in the beginning, Claire and I were like strangers. Now we can chat. Alot. I suppose she's a good friend now =) Real life version of Risa.

So we proceeded to chat and chat and chat. About various things, about boys, about homework, about school life, in general. This is where she and Risa differ. Risa and I talk more about out of school stuff.

"Why would I want to stare at Oliver 24/7 " I asked, just as we were going to alight. The topic of conversation, was, of course, Oliver. Claire's ex, and she still admires him. HELL-OO. YOU LIKE HIM OR YOU DON'T GOSHDARNIT.

"LOL! Not 24/7 silly. Just observe him."

"Yes, and if he does throw me a glance, he's on drugs." I snickered. Claire laughed.

My friends are what make school life worthwhile, really.

David Cook.


Lyrics | Always Be My Baby lyrics


Wow. His voice is just...Wow. Reminds me of Chris Daughtry. Reminds me of wow.

The song in specific, reminds me of Liz and Felipe, haha =)


Who do I like? that's a question often asked in school. "Who's your BF/GF?"


Well, I've got none at the moment, but, I will list my exes...

-LECENSORED-
Something really cute happened in the start of the year. We were matching up sentences. "I like...To go to the beach."

"I love..." Gabriel mumbled. "I love..." He said again, looking a bit lost.

I was busy drawing. Helpfully, I replied, "You?"

Only when he turned back to look at me, bewildered, did I realize the crazy mistake I made. D'oh! xD Haha. He also once asked me to draw a kissing scene. For FIVE BUCKS MY GOSH.

But, I realized, he had love interest already.

Even better. He was gay.
Amos
Fun-loving and great to be around. I'm not sure if he's better as boyfriend or just friend, though.

-LECENSORED-
Crass and crude, he's alot like me. It's his online alter ego that ticks me off; he's a perfect imitation of a n00b. Haven't seen him around much ):

Wow. I do have an interesting love life xD

I didn't die of Freak Out! =D

" Ok, now let's get an answer from someone who's not a complete retard. "

I've often heard Gregory quote South Park, but I've never heard it for myself, in all it's (vulgar) awesomeness.

" OK class, don't be shy! "

" I think I know the answer Mr Garrison! "

" Mehmehemehemeh! "

" Shut up, fat boy! "

" Oy! Don't call me fat you fucking Jew! "



And of course, the winning line of the day,


" I'm sorry, what I meant to say was....

* ahem *.

>.< << that is how I feel right now.

or, specifically speaking, I feel like I should be doing something, but I just CAN'T. the day isn't going too well either.

In Click Here, Erin Swift always writes lists P: Listing down the good, the bad, and the worst. I suppose I'll give it a go. Might make me think clearer, and stop me from running like a headless chicken.

Hi (: How're you?


Pretty glum. Schoo's starting soon. And it seems all my school peers are outrageously dumb, even for 11 year olds. -sigh-.

Really? Summer vacation just started for me.

I know how you feel...but it's with 13,14, and 15 years olds.

yeah, while the whole world's started to celebrate, here in Singapore everyone's packing their bags xD
Oh well, at least my Chinese teacher resigned.
and Yeah. But with my classmates, everyone thinks it's so cool to be 'emo' when they have no idea what it means. They just wear their parent's mascara to school, and go, " OMG LOOKIT me im 3mo kewl yeaaaa! "
I think I'm going to die.

Dang. And they're 11? Over here to be cool you just have to be outgoing (:

Don't worry. You'll live =D

True...then there's the occasional ray of sunlight, like people who don't go "You're so childish" when you tell them you still watch The Lion King, or people who know how to Roleplay, or those who share the love of n00b-hunting. So yes, maybe I will live xD

Yeah I know. It's ridiculous. You'll find people that think about all of it the same way, I'm positive.

I've found a few already. Problem is, I don't know them in real life. My online friends are geniuses compared to my classmates. It's a bit pathetic when you think about it, but oh well

(( Namely: Risa, one of my very best friends. <3 ))

Nah. I've heard that on here I sound pretty smart, but I'm a total moron in real life :] haha

True...The impression you give off online and offline can vary drastically. Someone once thought I was seventeen, for crying out loud. @_@

True.

I did, too xD

In any case all I dread about going back to school is the teachers, the punishment, etc. I don't mind HW, the fun I have with my buddies cancels out the horribleness about schoolwork, but... Gosh I have had SO much drama in school for the last few years. Me, the holy angel, the bloody saint, racked up so many black marks in such a short time. Dx Twice I went to the discipline mistress. So now I'm like, always watching my back in case she comes back with her whip. Painful.

Hoply crud. They beat you? That's sad and disgusting...

If anything, it's not the discipline mistress who beats people, It's the principal. And no, I didn't really get beaten, but what I got was ( in my opinion ) much, much worse. My mother got really disappointed in me, ( " you don't do those sort of things, Christie. " ) I cried in front of a bunch of small KIDS, and they came out of the classroom and looked at me as if I was some kind of escaped zoo animal. ( " hey look Josh, she got another one! " ) I'd rather be beaten. I know one who did get beaten, though.

THAT was sad and disgusting. My case was more like pathetic and humiliating. xD

Oh.

I'm sorry.

It's nice that you think that way. I couldn't care less about what my mom thinks of me.

Nah it's fine. I went up the bus that day ( I got 'arrested' for apparently bullying a boy, what the? ) , saw the boy, asked cheerfully, " You got any idea what kind of trouble you got me into, Daniel? "
He just shrugged and smiled apologetically, " Sorry. Mum wrote the letter..."
Hard to believe we're still friends xD
Well, a while ago I wouldn't either. Mother was nice. But she annoyed me almost every day. Then I realized I was always happy by her side so I try to please her whenever I can. P:

Haha. What happened? Why did his mom think you beat him up?

ahh. Good point, but with my mom it's a whole 'nother story :]

Can't really remember. I think I gave him a slap or something? I learned from bitter experience that Daniel is the opposite of thick-skinned. Meant to be a friendly slap. The crazy fellow ran home crying is what I heard. :/ Umm. Anyway that happened a year ago. I'm not sure how the whole story goes anymore. I've been trying to erase it from my memory since.

Wow. Poor guy. Poor you.

xDD Well, now that it's long over, I've been trying to convince myself, " This situation changed you for the better! " Still...It's hard to see how. I mean, the Discipline Mistress could make me cry in 5 seconds, goodnessss.

(( I still can't see how. ))

It probably did.

I used to be like that. My teachers used to make me cry after a few minutes. I learned how to get over it.

Yeah. But one of the worst things, the whole thing continued right into Teacher's Day and the mistress scolded me for, like, making her angry on that day? Excuse me? Nobody has the ability to make you happy without your permission.

I have TONS of teachers like that x)

There's at least 4-7 of them that hate me for no reason or for getting them angry =P

They have issues. -sagely nod-



The fact I could talk about 'the incident' is proof of time's magical healing powers.

'Yesterday I cried.

Must've been relieved to see the softer side..."


Well I didn't cry yesterday, actually I did the day before yesterday. I didn't really see it coming. I just thought it was pure annoyance, but then it came.

It felt kind of nice. To the innocent eye this may seem absurd, but it was nice. Kind of felt like another petal was unfurled on this flower. haven't cried in a long while yeah.

And in other news, I'm screwed.

The lead.com hw? I was SO glad I could finish the composition in time, but unfortunately I didn't have Microsoft Word. Woe was me , when Ms Ang said,

" Christie, pls save your compo as .doc instead of .odt. "

I was shocked. I had completely forgotten.

" I'm sorry Ms Ang...But my computer doesn't have Microsoft Word and I have this other program instead. What should I do? "

Oh, I knew what I was supposed to do. Copy and paste the thing and send it in an email, duh. But I was too lazy. And besides. There would be no good reason to punish me :)

I am rather devious aren't I? Well, I suppose I am. Still...as of late I have strengthened my morals. A bit. For example, when I remember I haven't brushed my teeth, I go do it. I just can't sleep knowing that my teeth are still...unbrushed.

Well, it's a start isn't it?

I suppose I like to read.

But since I'm migrating soon, budgets are tight. A trip to the library recently changed that a bit though, opened the bookworm inside me :)

And since I love them books so much, I'll probably list them somewhere, for safekeeping.


Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert.

Click Here, ( to find out how I survived seventh grade ) by Denise Vega.

Magyk,

The Wizard Test,

Time Stops for No Mouse,

Varjak Paw,

And...I suppose that's it.

Love those books, really do. <3

there's alot I'd like to say.


But because of my nature, conversations with my mind usually go like this:

Mind: -thinks of great stuff to put in blog- Hey, Christie, how about putting blah and blah in your blog?

Me: OMG THAT'D BE GREAT! 8D

Mind: I know it's gonna be great. And you could also - OMG IS THAT CHEESE I SPY?

Me: CHEESE? OMG WHER?

Mind: Aw crap it's gone...

Me: Awh. Say, what were we talking about again?

And so on so forth. Gets annoying, that... :/

»Come on in son have a seat
Don't mind the screams,don't mind the heat
It's been like this round here for a long,long time
We haven't had the chance to meet
But I've heard about you on TV
And I think we're gonna get along just fine
I can't help but notice
You look somewhat surprised
Did ya think son after what you've done
The Lord would let you slide

Welcome to Hell your new home
You did the crime now you'll do the time
Right where you belong
Welcome to Hell end of the line
Your final sin got you in
And now your soul is mine
Welcome to Hell.

I hope for your sake you're the kind
That can stand to burn 'til the end of time
'Cause that's exactly what you're gonna do
There's some tots left on the lake of fire
Where we send your kind to retire
And I picked out a nice little hot spot just for you
I've got one last thing to tell ya
And let me make this clear
I don't know what you've been told
But there ain't no virgins here

Trace Adkins = Love.

I suppose I should say why I made this blog, even though I am the only one who can read it.

For years, I've had things I could never say to another person. Ever.

For example, the fact that I know about the world vs homosexuality, and why I had quite a tough time talking myself out of abandoning Christianity because of it.

I think only Risa knows about this. I'm not sure.

Jereld knows, but I told him because personally, I needed to tell someone. He, being a boy, of course just laughed and called me a homo. ( one word: bastard. )

So, thus, a blog, where I share everything I know and think is worth sharing.

I hope my parents know how to find this if and when I die. It's more or less like a Will anyway.


Morbid, huh? you have no idea how being an only child and make you like that...

So...

Christie's made a new blog again.





Oh joy

:)