FINALLY GOT A EGG FROM DRAGONCAVE! 8D

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Bitching time!



If I were to be polite, I would say something like this.

"...I'm sure they didn't mean to. They must've been in shock, how could I blame them? After all, they must've been worried inside."

But I'm not feeling polite. So what I shall say is this.

Fuck you, those people. Fuck you fuck you fuck youuuuu.






The recess bell rang. I ran through the canteen, and slipped...

...Sending me falling down, crashing onto the floor, writhing in agony.

I was in front of a stall.

the people queueing up did exactly what I wouldn't have done.

THEY JUST STOOD THERE AND STARED LIKE I WAS A ESCAPED MONKEY FROM THE ZOO.

FUCK YOU LA! A 'Are you alright?' WOULD'VE BEEN FINE. FUCK YOU. I HOPE YOU SLIP ON THE SLIPPERY FLOOR AND PEOPLE JUST WATCH.

Screw you.

On another note, I would like to say something about my computer. Now as we all know, Dad installed a timer on this thing...Imagine a bomb ticking.

IT'S DONE MORE HARM THAN GOOD, MUM.

I'm tired and I know I have homework to do. Why am I still on the computer? BECAUSE THOSE TWO HOURS THIRTY MINUTES ARE ALL I'VE GOT. I won't let it go. I can't. If I do, there's no telling what I'll miss.

Yes. I agree. The timer has helped me with self-control alot.

But I'm begging - I'm pleading, - No more, please.

In addition to that, I feel controlled - every time I see the timer I feel uneasy. How would YOU like to have a timer on your computer?

I've stumbled across a new RPing site, so...Here's a new intro.


Warriors

Name: Earthstone

Rank: (Warrior)

Clan: FallsClan

Gender: Tom

Age: 22 moons

Pelt: Earthstone, has, as many would usually predict, a fur the shade of the grouund he walks on. However, it fades to light beige at his neck, then returns to a dark brown at his facial features, with a slight 'M' shape on his forehead.

With a heavy body and a chunky build, one would think that Earthstone would need fairly big fore and hind legs to support his weight. Surprisingly, he has elegant paws that could easily pad along the ground without making a sound, whatever territory he is in. Combined with a long, graceful, tapered tail, the best way to describe this tom's build is elegant, but not fragile.

Eyes: Earthstone's eyes are a piercing bright yellow, which stare unblinkingly into space most of the time. If anything, he rarely lets his eyes betray any emotion of his, instead they stare at you, unblinkingly, giving off a rather haunted vibe. His eyes are almond shaped, and every time he observes you, you can almost always assume that he is arrogant because of the way he stares down with those condescending orbs.

Mate: None. Yet.

Kin: Dead.

Apprentice: None. Yet.

Personality: Like his build, Earthstone himself is strong, yet subtle. He carries himself with a dignity not everybody knows he has. Unlike what many say, he is not arrogant, nor does he think himself higher than anyone else. Many times, people mistake him for that when they hold a conversation with him - but the only reason they walk away having this mindset of Earthstone is that this tom loves himself. He doesn't think himself as a failure, even when he does mess up. He never gives in, never says die, and never lets his thinking depress himself. The last time he did, he almost had a nervous breakdown. So that is why he decided to change his thinking, his attitude, and ultimately change his whole self.

However, sometimes he does get a bit carried away, and tries to think he's stronger than he really is. Grown up in a world of loss, he learned young that the world can't be trusted. Or at least, it shouldn't be. That is why, at adulthood, he has no loved ones to care for. He doesn't believe, even in times of terrible crisis, that he should be allowed to pause, break down and say, "I can't go on. Someone needs to help me." In short, he is independent - yet at the same time he is denying himself the one thing he needs most: love and trust from another.

History: When he reached apprenticehood, his mother finally sat him down and told him the shocking truth that explained why his alleged siblings were so cold to him: He wasn't Clanborn. His father found him, shivering and cold, in the dark of night, and brought him to his foster mother just hours before her real litter was born. Apparently his father's tongue had slipped and that is why Earthpaw's siblings didn't regard him as a brother, but an outsider. Not one of them.

Now, this news almost shattered the poor apprentice: not the fact that he was Clanborn, but the fact that his Clanmates couldn't accept him just because he wasn't born within the shelter of the nursery like they were. Although his siblings treated him with disgust, Earthpaw could find some love deep within his heart to spare them - they did, after all, grow up together. It was then, he decided, that he would be the best warrior he could ever be, just to prove his siblings wrong, and maybe, just maybe, they would finally accept him.

The plan worked fine and well, but then she entered his life.

Just when he became a warrior, just when he finally had the chance to prove that he wasn't as worthless as everyone thought, he fell in love. And of all cats, he had to fall in love with a rouge - and break the Warrior Code. Oh, but surely judging a cat by whether he is of Clan blood or not is shallow, then judging a cat by whether she belongs to a Clan or not is also absurd. So in one swift move, his willpower was totally forsaken and his mission thrown aside, as he surrendered to the cares of love for many a wonderful moon.

But of course, it couldn't go on forever - surely reality would intervene, with a hard knock to snap you awake.

A particularly hard knock in this case.

And when Earthstone discovered that his one true love had been savagely murdered by his siblings who obviously didn't know that she was the object of his affections), Earthstone retreated to a dark corner of himself and refused to come out. It was only when his kind, gentle foster mother urged him out did a corner of sunlight open up in his mind. In the following moons, his foster family would die in a vicious attack of disease, leaving Earthstone alone, with nobody to care for and nobody to care for him. But he preserved, staying strong, as his gentle mother used to tell him so often in times of darkness. He took on depression like it was the fight of his life, and emerged the battlefield battered but victorious, resuming once more to his mission:

To be the best warrior he could ever be, and prove everybody his worth.

"Admit it. You like me."

Or that was what Nicholas said in an MSN conversation just yesterday - when we once again, talking about the inevitable rumor which arose from my affection for him.

"Christie Likes Nicholas Wong."

To tell truth, I was getting a little sick and tired of the sport - why couldn't I just TELL him?

So today I met him in school, as promised, to deliver a hard copy of a commission. I waited @ the learning oasis patiently...

...For ten seconds. Then I walked off.

And then he appeared behind me.

"Just when I hoped I would never see you again," I snorted. Nicholas laughed, and I tell you - that laugh is priceless.

"Where's the picture?"

"I have it but I left it in class."

"Well, get it."

I feigned disbelief and disapproval. "Climb up four storeys and down again? No thanks!"

"I mean I go with you to get it, silly."

"Hah! I wouldn't be caught dead seen with you."

I was caught dead seen with him. Jia Hui walked past, carrying a plate of rice, and laughing. "Your boyfriend, Christie?"

After I punished Jia Hui for that stupid remark, we went up the stairs - and I walked into the classroom, and handed him the picture. He looked so happy, if he had a tail he would be wagging it. "Thank you!" He said, then rushed off to do goodness knows what. Sighing, and finally glad to be rid of him, I walked back to my seat. Why was I glad to be rid of him? Because frankly, I couldn't stand getting all nervous and self conscious around a guy I liked.


Eventually, though, I had to go look for him again, for two reasons.

1. I was bored.

2. I deserved some money for that picture I drew for him, plus, I'm hungry and broke.

So I climbed up to the fifth floor...And promptly got spotted by Jamie and her pack of groupies. As usual, she yelled.

"CHRISTIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Gasping, I ran down the stairs at breakneck speed. (I tell you, if Jamie was chasing me during NAPFA, I would've been the first).

Unfortunately, Jamie caught me.

"Oei! Come to Jeelian's birthday party."

I looked confused, then Jeelian explained the whole birthday party thing. I was only half listening when Nicholas appeared. I groaned and hid behind the classroom door.

And so when we three finally stopped laughing, Jamie asked, "Oei. Nick. I heard you like a girl from our class."

"Nope."

"Oh, so she got no chance?"

"Nope."

"How about Christie here?"

I glared.

Nicholas laughed. And I think, I THINK, he said "Yeah."

8D

And then I found out that Nicholas knows JK. He was on his schoolbus last time apparently. They beat each other up.

So now you know why this is the happiest day of mah life.

I have the God-given gift of making myself happy. And depressed.

I mean, really. I know the book 'Eat Pray Love', and I aspire to be like Elizabeth. What a amazing journey of transformation! How awesome is that?

But at the same time, i'm not a fretty fussy person like her. I'm...Well...

Content, in a way.

And yet I can be so, so very frayed up and screwed up and messed up.

It's times like these I think I have a split personality.

In any case, here's a random outburst.


I love all my friends, I hope we can keep in touch )':

yep.

Oh well...Still, I think I will still desist to talk to a certain few people after I leave. Like Nicholas Wong.

He's a funny person to be around, but still...When I talk to him on MSN, it just isn't the same...


That sucks ass.

I'm gonna miss him and his random running off with my bag.

I'm gonna miss Jamie and her over-the-top displays of affection and her uniqueness.

I'm gonna miss Jeelian, my childhood friend, and her eccentric way of amusing me everytime she's around.

I'm gonna miss Claire (OMG DID I JUST SAY THAT), with her wierd way of insulting me and entertaining me at the same time.

I'm gonna miss Phyllis, even though she can be intolerable at times, because she's just so damn FUN.

I'm gonna miss Risa, for her introducing me to new things, and although we haven't talked in a while, how can I forget the one who shares my love for yaoi? ^^

I'm gonna miss all the boys I've ever had a crush on, including you, Mr. ___s.

I'm gonna miss Ms Yip. For her kind, motherly advice.

I'm gonna miss Ms Chua. You may think that we've forgotten you, but no. The class of 3/4B 2007 still remembers you, your leniency, your creativeness, your kindness, you determination to teach this rowdy bunch of assholes even when we made you cry. I miss you ):

I'm gonna miss Mr Lew, because he's hands-down the most fantastic teacher I've ever met.

I'm gonna miss the school, for all it's faults and flaws and imperfections, because that's where I met the souls that have definitely changed my life.



I'm gonna miss ya'll ):

OK, so, like,

I'm going to miss all you guysss ):

And all my crushes. Especially to /you/, you are so sweet and endearing and cuddly. <3

xD


Anyway.

The Wishlist.

Haha. I enjoy writing in this blog, it's something I look forward to more and more everyday. Everytime I write, another memoir is kept in a special box, when I open it, the memories come flowing.

Niceeee. 8D

Anyway, I have just bought a book. Surprise! Eoin Colfer's The Wish List. Even more surprising is the fact that I am going to review it.

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Now, anyone who has read the Artemis Fowl books or read it's reviews will immediately know how to look out for Eoin Colfer's style or writing. Even if you don't realize Colfer penned The Wish List, you will most likely find out before the fifth chapter. Devilish humor (no pun intened), slangy dialogue, wisecrack jokes are some of the traits. And besides that, the word 'fairies', the term 'retrieval squad' and much more are used, kind of deja vu isn't it?

So as for the plotline of this fiction, in a nutshell it's this: Meg Finn dies in a tragic accident while breaking into a flat with her acquaintance Belch. She ends up not in Heaven or Hell - but in the in-between, since she has an equal amount of good and bad points. Not wanting to spend eternity in Hell, she goes back - back to the world of the living, and help the man whom she tried to rob. This will supposedly make her get into Heaven, but the journey is more eye-opening than expected.

Sounds deep, isn't it? And I loved it. Funny, emotional, and a beautiful original plot. I almost cried. Up to the point where it all went wrong.

Woah - hold up. Read the plot again. Again.

Eoin Colfer writing something like THAT?

No. More like Mitch Albom. And it's true that the humor, as hilarious as it is, ("But, Satan, a lawyer's convention bus goes over the Grand Canyon today; we're expecting a bit of a glut"), it doesn't really fit the atmosphere. The mood. And so in the end it doesn't leave as much as an impact as I would've liked.

My rating: 8/10.

So I had a bad day.

And yet I am still cheerful as a... Cheerful person? HOW CAN THAT BE? I'll leave that question to the philosophers.

Screwy things:

Library's hunting me for my lost Alex Rider book. Costs 17.35. Fuck.

Book report due tomorrow.

And I hate hate hate squat toilets, but I digress.

So anyway the past few days have been quite hectic, but unfortunately silly ol' me forgot all the dirty fuzzy details. Oh dear. =)