ah, good times.
good times.(leftoright: William, my nine year old uncle, Aunt Diana, William's mum and consequently my grand-aunt, and moi.)




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"no, It's post-apocalyptic doom metal with christian metalcore influances and country folk vocals induced with a mix of alternative psychedelic grindcore. No seriously it's screamo / rap / crunk."

Bahaha
Oh gawd, if I found a band that fit that description...epic. epic. -shakes head and smiles- Country folk ftw! haha

drabble. list (oh my god I'm on SUCH a roll, this is just snowballing):

Rain [x]

Dictionary [ done... ish ]

everything else -[haven't started]

And I've just had a new idea: ... but I'm not quite sure what the title will be. I thought about necrophiliac, but that's too ... nope. Thought about something to do with visiting the dead, but I can't seem to pin down the right sequence of words. Either way, I know what my idea will be.

Have you ever known someone who just never really let go of that last thread?


And I don't mean thread of memory.



Memory is something absolutely respectable and appropriate to hang on to when a loved one is lost. You either hold on to everything, or let go of everything, or hold on to memories. Third option is the only one that keeps you from falling apart, as far as I'm concerned.

...But while it make keep you from falling apart, it may give the illusion that you're whole again. Which might make you go a bit...loony. Which isn't a bad thing, but isn't entirely good either.


Imagine yourself being a vase, and then that vase (you) just broke into a million billion smithereens. And while you can never glue yourself back together again, you stand strong in tiny pieces and refuse to disintegrate into nothingness. That's holding on to memories. Taking it too far will result in you, Mr/Ms Vase, into thinking you're whole again...when really, all you've done is just take cellotape and stick yourself together. Messily. In all the wrong places.


...Not that it gives us fanfiction writers any less material to work on. ;)


So, in short, I'm going to write about something, and if you know someone or you are that person yourself - the person who visits gravestones, sits cross legged in front of the stone and prepares to converse for hours with someone who won't reply back, this is for you. ;D












(do I look like Ronnie?)






(it's a hamster called cookie. in a cup. what's there not to love?)





Anyway there was a duet performance today, violin and piano, Gi and some other boy I couldn't recognize. I knew Daniel Powter's Bad Day the moment the notes were hit. It sounded so surreal, refreshingly different and beautiful in the violin. It was friggin awesome. :D


So, the three great loves of my life

The Korean Language + The Violin + Yaoi = bliss.








( nostalgia, nostalgia
by the way I was SO cute as a kid haha )





(final goodbyes at the airport, sept 2008 or therabout
It still amazes me how well I get along with my cousins when we do meet. I miss them. I need someone who wouldn't mind all that much if I ask for a girl's night out? But I barely know them. I don't think I left much impact in their lives)
(left to right: Grace & Gayle [the two twins, who I spent the most sleepovers with and I absolutely adore them they're like my little sisters who are four months older than me and prodigies in EVERYTHING gosh they're so sweet.] Aunt Joyce, the twins' mother. Esther, who's face is obscured by my mother's mother. And then Ruth, Esther's younger sister. My grandfather. Rachel, sister of Esther and Ruth, daughter of Uncle Harold who is behind her. Her mother, Aunt Daphne has a hand on her shoulder, anddd...my mother, me, and my father. Yup.)
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ooh ooh okay after some brainstorming I think I've come up with a basic-ish idea of what I'm going to do for the Science project. With some help from Sam of course :D He gave me the soft-drink idea, which in turn caught my eye at the link, which in turn lead to this

Test the acid levels in different soft drinks, thereby discerning which is overall better for you... or more appropriately, your stomach.

Ingenious? No? I thought it wasn't. XD But it's the best I've got and I think it's good. Perhaps I can throw in something about the Mentos+Coke=Geyser thing too. Opinions? I can't keep running away from this forever. Also I think the mentos thing is a physical reaction, rather than chemical
Isn't mentos coated in a layer of something anyway? No chemical thing can get to it, methinks











(in 2005, which seems absurd because I remember that day clear as a knife, we found a near-dead bird. Actually, no, Sri found a near dead bird by one of the trees at our estate, so we nursed it back to health. Even though said bird was a mega prick and kept biting me. I told a lot of lies about that incident later, melodramatic things that insisted animals remembered the hands that fed them and etc blah blah. haha. we never gave that bird a name, I recall )



(yay I look like a good girl getting all fit on my grandma's excercise machine yay
taken on my last days in SG)

PS/, Adam Lambert has just climbed onto the ranks of epic winner in my book.