Sunday, April 25
Moved on with life.
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rainy days never stay, 9:23 am.
Saturday, April 24
I love Pokemon.
I don't know when did my P4 days come back to haunt me but yes, I'm in love again~. Pikachu is the adorable-est thing ever and Satoshi (AKA Ash as angmohs call him) is the handsome-est shite in a cap ever and the old Pokemon songs and OSTs are the zai-est poop.
OMG. I LOVE POKEMON.
Going off track: MEZASE POKEMON MASTER came on shuffle! :D
Anyway. Let's talk about life.
Blehh, getting really emo nowadays. Every single thing makes me hate myself even more and detest every single part about me. ==_____== (And then I would reminicize about it while walking home and make random twitched face when I get pissed... and soon-to-be embarrassed.)
BUT! It's all due to the curse of PMS, so anyone who has actually bothered to come to thereisagoldfishinthepipe.blogspot.com to, for some reason, waste your brain cells away, please don't be worried! (:
(Why yes I am fully aware of the super sharp Tamiya knife in my pencilcase. But I don't slash myself on the arms, and if I ever did, the blade will be stained with my blood and the Gundams are going to go off-colour. So I will NEVER do that. *smiley face*)
Well, JC life isn't what I expected it to be. Overwhelming would over-describe it, and stressful would be an understatement. So I'll settle for not-so-overwhelming-but-not-exactly-stressful-either. (:
In addition to insomnia-curing lectures which I can never understand
They're like. Scholars and IP kids and 2-pointers. *GAAAASP*
But on the bright side, people (well, most of them anyway) in the class are really nice and helpful, particularly the scholars when you don't understand lectures because you have been too busy trying to decode the weird accent the lecturer is faking. (Has it ever occurred to you guys that she's speaking so weirdly because she is a secret spy for Stalin and is thus speaking in codes? Maybe HOWEVER and LONE-PAIR-LONE-PAIR meant 'cut that bastard's moustache off!'
Poor dude.
Oh yeah, back on the topic about my class. Heh.
And then there's the IP kids. They're all an interesting bunch, the only source of life in our ever-so-dead classroom. ==____== And they're very motherly, as in, taking care of us on the first few days of school and giving us advice on how to survive VJ.
As for the rest smart locals, they're a really easy-going bundle of bananas. At least I can mix in because I'm a gehkiang local. *does Cadbury eyebrow* At least, they're there to help you when you come across life problems like whether to eat yam pau or biscuits.
Blehh. CCAs end so darn late I barely have time to mug now. (I'm trying my best to be a mugger, but am failing quite miserably. lol.) I have cheer 3 times a week and although it ends at 7 somehow we'll always drag till 8 and reach home at 9 plus. (Although I must admit the bur rides with Nick, Serene, Jerer, and oh yeah Nick's chicken-curry-cooking wife Nevin were always so darn fun.)
Ahh. Cheer. Let's have a long heart-to-heart talk about it.
Maybe it's because I joined late so I feel I can't mingle with them. The only people I'm close to in cheer is Sophie, Wei Ting, and the Ursa people. Although I must admit I have gotten just a little closer to the others.
Don't get me wrong. They're all very nice people. Super encouraging, helpful and patient. It's just that they still tend to talk to each other and seemed to be in a clique. Newbies VS experienced people. (I wouldnt call us noobs because the rest of the un-noob noobs are not noob at all. Haha I said my name backward three times. 8D)But then again I don't dare to mingle with them too because I suck at cheer and is thus unworthy. (see? SEE?? EMO-NESS IS CREEPING INTO MY NERVES!!!!) XP SO. Yeah.
AND MIGHT I ADD THAT IT IS EXTREMELY STRESSFUL WHEN THE SENIORS ARE SCRUTINIZING YOUR EVERY MOVE. Especially when you know you suck shite in this already. I know they mean well but I'm still intimidated by them. X/
Although I must confess. I FINALLY GOT THAT MAGICAL TERMINAL VELOCITY-LIKE FEELING!! :D :D
At least I don't suck as much now.
Speaking of which, have I mentioned that I over-stretched my left leg this time! It was seemingly more serious than the one in the right leg the other time just because it was more visible, just behind the knee. And dude, it swelled like nobody's business and now my leg is so uneven. I look like a hybrid with homo sapien's right leg and a pig's left leg. (which always make me very hungry during lectures. Haha.)
I have like, a thousand more things to blog about. But it's too late into the night and I think if you continued reading on your brain will disappear into thin air. So I shall save you your misery until next time. (:
JAA NEE, MATA NE, BUAII BUAII!!
btw I'm not being lian. That's how Japanese pronounce 'bye bye'. :D
rainy days never stay, 9:05 am.
Tuesday, April 13
LIFE. is like a river.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Actually, I'm not very sure how that analogy describes my life right now. Rie Fu's song just happens to be stuck in my head right now. (Okay okay, I lied. The Banana Phone song is. Ring ring ring ring ring)
So it goes like this. I am running for House Comm, and in the final stage, we all have to write a speech (OMG can you believe I almost spelt 'write' as 'right'?!) And to win votes, moi has to be FUNNEH. And after hanging around serious people for so long (read sec 3/7 and 4/7) for so long I think my sense of humour (and don't say it didn't exist in the first place!) has more or less started hiding in some secluded corner of my gall bladder. So I have been up all night these past few days trying to lure that little imp out by watching NIGAHIGA! :D And thus right now I am trying to write again to get my flow of writing back.
hopefully none of the 8059 appears in my speech ohmy.
Anyway. In lieu of my upcoming PMS I shall post a very touching post about.......
URSA
[insert Ursa group shot here but I can't because FB hates me right now]
I know I know, it's been more than one month after we had the um, unforgettable, competition (and more than 2 months since we first met! Woo!) WE've reached that period of time where a person's ugly side starts to emerge and we like to hang out with that person(s) less.
But not with Ursa!! (zomg)
Okay, fine, admittedly there's one or two person we bitch about in our late night and forever-dying mass convos but I believe we love them nevertheless. Because we wouldn't be bitching about them and repeating they suck ten times over and hurling vulgarities in all different languages at them if we don't! :D
UHC is really bonded. I am really, really, really and REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAALLLLYYYYYYY grateful I met those bunch of jokers. I love them more than I have loved any-people else in my life and every moment spent with them is a blessing. (:
Gee I'm starting to sound like some nun teaching people about prunes. Hmm.
Anyway. Yeah, I love them all a shit load, and they're the reason I look forward to school every morning. (Ursa table woo woo yeah yeah!)
Right now, the ones left running for House Comm are down to 7. It's a rocky road ahead, (and then there's a concrete one and a muddy one and another filled with giant red ants and one with traps dug by Team Rocket) but I don't feel any competition with them around at all. To me, it doesn't matter who got in and who didn't, because I have a strong feeling (so a-peeeel-ing) we'll still stay the same no matter what we've been through.
The yellow tee stays yellow, the friends stay friends, the Indian accent dude stays Indian accent dude, the chio bu stays chio bu, the fringe stays the fringe, the Korea stays Korea, the chao ah beng stays chao ah beng, the FTW stays the FTW, the May June July stays the May June July, the one who dyed back black hair stays the one who dyed back black hair, the Hoongasm stays Hoongasm, the gay ass stays gay ass, the pu bor stays pu bor, the eyelashes stay eyelashes, the cute PURDY CT stays PURDY CT, the humas scholar stays humans scholar, the vampire stays vampire, the chio bu (3b+1cb) stays chio bu, the perfect husband dude stays the perfect husband dude.
(WOAH THATS A LONG LIST.)
Yeah, so to all House Nomms who are also wasting time and your intelligence away reading this, all the best and ganbatte ne!! :D :D
. . . . . . . . . . .
Actually, I'm not very sure how that analogy describes my life right now. Rie Fu's song just happens to be stuck in my head right now. (Okay okay, I lied. The Banana Phone song is. Ring ring ring ring ring)
So it goes like this. I am running for House Comm, and in the final stage, we all have to write a speech (OMG can you believe I almost spelt 'write' as 'right'?!) And to win votes, moi has to be FUNNEH. And after hanging around serious people for so long (read sec 3/7 and 4/7) for so long I think my sense of humour (and don't say it didn't exist in the first place!) has more or less started hiding in some secluded corner of my gall bladder. So I have been up all night these past few days trying to lure that little imp out by watching NIGAHIGA! :D And thus right now I am trying to write again to get my flow of writing back.
Anyway. In lieu of my upcoming PMS I shall post a very touching post about.......
URSA
[insert Ursa group shot here but I can't because FB hates me right now]
I know I know, it's been more than one month after we had the um, unforgettable, competition (and more than 2 months since we first met! Woo!) WE've reached that period of time where a person's ugly side starts to emerge and we like to hang out with that person(s) less.
But not with Ursa!! (zomg)
Okay, fine, admittedly there's one or two person we bitch about in our late night and forever-dying mass convos but I believe we love them nevertheless. Because we wouldn't be bitching about them and repeating they suck ten times over and hurling vulgarities in all different languages at them if we don't! :D
UHC is really bonded. I am really, really, really and REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAALLLLYYYYYYY grateful I met those bunch of jokers. I love them more than I have loved any-people else in my life and every moment spent with them is a blessing. (:
Gee I'm starting to sound like some nun teaching people about prunes. Hmm.
Anyway. Yeah, I love them all a shit load, and they're the reason I look forward to school every morning. (Ursa table woo woo yeah yeah!)
Right now, the ones left running for House Comm are down to 7. It's a rocky road ahead, (and then there's a concrete one and a muddy one and another filled with giant red ants and one with traps dug by Team Rocket) but I don't feel any competition with them around at all. To me, it doesn't matter who got in and who didn't, because I have a strong feeling (so a-peeeel-ing) we'll still stay the same no matter what we've been through.
The yellow tee stays yellow, the friends stay friends, the Indian accent dude stays Indian accent dude, the chio bu stays chio bu, the fringe stays the fringe, the Korea stays Korea, the chao ah beng stays chao ah beng, the FTW stays the FTW, the May June July stays the May June July, the one who dyed back black hair stays the one who dyed back black hair, the Hoongasm stays Hoongasm, the gay ass stays gay ass, the pu bor stays pu bor, the eyelashes stay eyelashes, the cute PURDY CT stays PURDY CT, the humas scholar stays humans scholar, the vampire stays vampire, the chio bu (3b+1cb) stays chio bu, the perfect husband dude stays the perfect husband dude.
(WOAH THATS A LONG LIST.)
Yeah, so to all House Nomms who are also wasting time and your intelligence away reading this, all the best and ganbatte ne!! :D :D
rainy days never stay, 9:14 pm.
Saturday, March 6
Because that is what I always say after not posting for a long while, I shall say it again.
GOD I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A LONG WHILE.
Anyway.
Yup, motivation to blog came from (surprisingly) my (NEWWWWW) classmates and CCA-mates and whatnots. Can you believe they still blog consistently almost every day even as I typed this very letter? (Consistency. Consistency. Consistency. That's what keeps your blog alive; A.K.A. not like the soul-less state thereisagoldfishinthepipe.blogspot.com is in now.)
First things first, allow me to explain the rationale behind the previous, seemingly murderous post. Well, I just realised I have violent tendencies, albeit only mentally, thank goodness. I always think about cutting stuff (stuff does NOT equate to human flesh, people.) It's just that I was getting really depressed that one of my favourite author has left FF.net and even though I know she doesn't mean it, the reason she gave for leaving hurt me. D: Plus there's some sort of failed one-sided crush/infatuation/attraction on a guy who will never like me.
Which led to unhealthy levels of progesterone and oestrogen etc etc in my body.
Which led to PMS.
Which led to these violent murderous thoughts of leaving holes on Wall-san.
But I will NEVER do that, Wall-san!! Shimpainai!!
But then again, the other time 10S42 went out (well, half of them anyway. Ok fine, less than half.) to eat ban mian and celebrate Qi En baby's birthday we sorta had a joke sharing session. That's the thing about my class, once we're all gathered, Li Yang will start telling jokes. And then Samuel will irritate us and show off his intelligence by giving us riddles that require us to (brace yourself) THINK. Which led to Yue Ling being interested and gave us a quiz on murders and stuff. After which he reveals that it is a test meant to test how high are our chances of becoming a murderer. Although I failed to solve his, I actually did solve Martin's (FBI-created, people) and half of Chen Chen's and I actually contemplated how to erase traces the way the murderer did in Samuel's quiz when I was young (yes people I was a SCAAAARY kid.)
.......................
Okay let's shut up before the police suspects I'm actually a murderer or something.
(And just for the record, I am not liable for Wall-san's (future) death. I know nothing about Wall-san. At all.)
SO. Let's report on JC life.
Well, it was as exciting and so much more damn funner than I'd expected. I thought I'd hate VJ at first because well, there's such a poopload of TKGians coming here and it wouldn't be fun if I knew so much people. Thank goodness this is a good year for roosters, because there's only a handful of TKGians, AND I absolutely adore. the VJ spirit here. Deafening cheers that will drown you in your thoughts; unexplained attachment between students who wear that beige uniform; random burst of laughter from all sides of the canteen and friendly faces all around. That's what VJ's like, in the worst possible summary my terrible sumarising skills can conjure up of.
I love my OG. Probably because they're the important people who made me feel good in the uncomfortable awkward first few days of school. The mass dance at Suntec was like letting a sweet, cool and soft desert slide down the flesh of my throat after a hearty dinner. (: I love you guys, L1!! :D
I love my class. I was kind of glad that the guy-girl ratio was very good, 13 guys:12 girls. Of course, I was hoping more like 24 guys to 1 girl and hope it turns out to be an Ouran High X4 situation but hey, that's life. Plus, one of the criteria would be for the guys to be hot wouldn't it. XP No offence, guys. They say looks aren't everything!! :D Oh, and I met awesome girl friends like (ahem) Livia (yes it pains me to say that.), Khadija (<3<3<3), ____=" PT's">I overuse brackets. I'm such a bracket abuser.
GOD I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A LONG WHILE.
Anyway.
Yup, motivation to blog came from (surprisingly) my (NEWWWWW) classmates and CCA-mates and whatnots. Can you believe they still blog consistently almost every day even as I typed this very letter? (Consistency. Consistency. Consistency. That's what keeps your blog alive; A.K.A. not like the soul-less state thereisagoldfishinthepipe.blogspot.com is in now.)
First things first, allow me to explain the rationale behind the previous, seemingly murderous post. Well, I just realised I have violent tendencies, albeit only mentally, thank goodness. I always think about cutting stuff (stuff does NOT equate to human flesh, people.) It's just that I was getting really depressed that one of my favourite author has left FF.net and even though I know she doesn't mean it, the reason she gave for leaving hurt me. D: Plus there's some sort of failed one-sided crush/infatuation/attraction on a guy who will never like me.
Which led to unhealthy levels of progesterone and oestrogen etc etc in my body.
Which led to PMS.
Which led to these violent murderous thoughts of leaving holes on Wall-san.
But I will NEVER do that, Wall-san!! Shimpainai!!
But then again, the other time 10S42 went out (well, half of them anyway. Ok fine, less than half.) to eat ban mian and celebrate Qi En baby's birthday we sorta had a joke sharing session. That's the thing about my class, once we're all gathered, Li Yang will start telling jokes. And then Samuel will irritate us and show off his intelligence by giving us riddles that require us to (brace yourself) THINK. Which led to Yue Ling being interested and gave us a quiz on murders and stuff. After which he reveals that it is a test meant to test how high are our chances of becoming a murderer. Although I failed to solve his, I actually did solve Martin's (FBI-created, people) and half of Chen Chen's and I actually contemplated how to erase traces the way the murderer did in Samuel's quiz when I was young (yes people I was a SCAAAARY kid.)
.......................
Okay let's shut up before the police suspects I'm actually a murderer or something.
(And just for the record, I am not liable for Wall-san's (future) death. I know nothing about Wall-san. At all.)
SO. Let's report on JC life.
Well, it was as exciting and so much more damn funner than I'd expected. I thought I'd hate VJ at first because well, there's such a poopload of TKGians coming here and it wouldn't be fun if I knew so much people. Thank goodness this is a good year for roosters, because there's only a handful of TKGians, AND I absolutely adore. the VJ spirit here. Deafening cheers that will drown you in your thoughts; unexplained attachment between students who wear that beige uniform; random burst of laughter from all sides of the canteen and friendly faces all around. That's what VJ's like, in the worst possible summary my terrible sumarising skills can conjure up of.
I love my OG. Probably because they're the important people who made me feel good in the uncomfortable awkward first few days of school. The mass dance at Suntec was like letting a sweet, cool and soft desert slide down the flesh of my throat after a hearty dinner. (: I love you guys, L1!! :D
I love my class. I was kind of glad that the guy-girl ratio was very good, 13 guys:12 girls. Of course, I was hoping more like 24 guys to 1 girl and hope it turns out to be an Ouran High X4 situation but hey, that's life. Plus, one of the criteria would be for the guys to be hot wouldn't it. XP No offence, guys. They say looks aren't everything!! :D Oh, and I met awesome girl friends like (ahem) Livia (yes it pains me to say that.), Khadija (<3<3<3), ____=" PT's">I overuse brackets. I'm such a bracket abuser.
rainy days never stay, 7:43 am.
Thursday, January 7
I finally comprehended that I am a potentially violent and possible killer.
That's it. I'm sleeping earlier today and start eating healthy.
That's it. I'm sleeping earlier today and start eating healthy.
rainy days never stay, 6:03 am.
Wednesday, December 9
Whew, haven't posted here in a long time. Anyway, I'm just here to show off share, my first ever noob-ish doujin I did when I was at the hairdresser's. (Can you believe it took 6 freaking hours to rebond--I love how it sounds like Reborn--my hair?!)
Please enjoy!
...Peace! :D
Please enjoy!
...Peace! :D
rainy days never stay, 4:38 am.
Thursday, September 17
As with all posts that are posted after a long period of time, I shall begin with,
GOD I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A LONG TIME.
I can't believe I just entertained myself for the past hour by reading my own blog. (So sue me, I'm egoistic.) But staring at the grammatical errors and the un-funny words, I can't help but face-palm myself.
Anyway, I need to update this blog, because it's dead, therefore I need to revive it. CPR!!!
Ok, so first up, things are getting really stressful here. o levels are like, what, in a month's time, and my prelims are barely overcoughtomorrow'schemandphysicscough. And I know, I can't believe myself either, I'M NOT FOCUSED.
Which leads me to the next point in discussion, my distractions. (You people who caused it ought to be ashamed.)
I just read the part about my new year resolutions, point number 1 specifically, where, as I shall quote, said,
'NUMBER 1!
continue loving BLEACH and not lose faith in it/him/her/them! recently my brush with death Super Junior (yes people shut up) almost questioned my faith in BLEACH but it was all a phase *rainbows. ponies. field of black grass. birds chirping*
so lets pray that whatever challenges that come along i will overcome them! suju's just a phase...suju's just a phase...suju's just a phase... '
I think I'm going to break it, like soon.
NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Why? Because of my dear friends Takeshi-san and Hibari-san, I mean, Ain and Fu. We were supposed to be a happy bunch of BLEACH fangirls, until one of us started watching Katekyo Hitman Reborn, and spread to the other, and then finally infected the entire group.
Ah. Sorry BLEACH,
But blame Amano Akira-sensei for drawing the damned drool-worthy guys in there!
And then I'll introduce you to this guy:
GOKUDERA HAYATO
*waves hand* Are you still alive and not nosebleeding or fainting?
SMEX, yes I know. :)
I shall summarise everything and perhaps explain in the next post (who knows, maybe in a million years) about him and why I love this tako-head.
ANYWAY.
So there's another character:
YAMAMOTO TAKESHI
Now put those two together,
Oops, looks like we've interrupted them at a wrong time.
ANYWAY.
So there you go, I'm going to confess. I'm in love with them, and they're in love with each other.
GAYS.
God I can't stand them. They're like, the most canon pair of canon pairs, and the OTP of OTPs. Heck, I like them better than IchiRuki. (Komene!)
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEM.
with a capital L
So I shan't elaborate on the chemistry, you guys can see for yourself the awesome-ness and love of 8059. (That's the code for the pairing, as I mentioned, some other time.)
MOVING ON.
And so, in the midst of my fangirl-ness, I started writing fanfics. 8 out of the 14 fanfics on my FF account(go visit please!) are 8059, 57.14285714%. And there's more to come after my prelims and O levels. I have like, a gazillion plot bunnies infiltrating my mind. ARRRRGH.
Yeah, fanfics are overtaking my life. I switch on my computer from 5 to 12 to check my email for reviews (I'm a review whore, so sue me), think about the plots day and night, scratch my fingers when they get too damn itchy to type, and stare and smile idiotically at my KHR posters on my Wall-san.
Oh, and have I mentioned, 8059 made me read my first yaoi doujin.Best moment of my life
And there you go, I have practically announced that there are prelims tomorrow, and here I am still typing blog posts at 12.27a.m. when I'm still so darmn effed-up confused about electrolysis.
Life is a sad, sad thing.
GOD I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A LONG TIME.
I can't believe I just entertained myself for the past hour by reading my own blog. (So sue me, I'm egoistic.) But staring at the grammatical errors and the un-funny words, I can't help but face-palm myself.
Anyway, I need to update this blog, because it's dead, therefore I need to revive it. CPR!!!
Ok, so first up, things are getting really stressful here. o levels are like, what, in a month's time, and my prelims are barely over
Which leads me to the next point in discussion, my distractions. (You people who caused it ought to be ashamed.)
I just read the part about my new year resolutions, point number 1 specifically, where, as I shall quote, said,
'NUMBER 1!
continue loving BLEACH and not lose faith in it/him/her/them! recently my brush with death Super Junior (yes people shut up) almost questioned my faith in BLEACH but it was all a phase *rainbows. ponies. field of black grass. birds chirping*
so lets pray that whatever challenges that come along i will overcome them! suju's just a phase...suju's just a phase...suju's just a phase... '
I think I'm going to break it, like soon.
NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Why? Because of my dear friends Takeshi-san and Hibari-san, I mean, Ain and Fu. We were supposed to be a happy bunch of BLEACH fangirls, until one of us started watching Katekyo Hitman Reborn, and spread to the other, and then finally infected the entire group.
Ah. Sorry BLEACH,
But blame Amano Akira-sensei for drawing the damned drool-worthy guys in there!
And then I'll introduce you to this guy:
GOKUDERA HAYATO
*waves hand* Are you still alive and not nosebleeding or fainting?
SMEX, yes I know. :)
I shall summarise everything and perhaps explain in the next post (who knows, maybe in a million years) about him and why I love this tako-head.
ANYWAY.
So there's another character:
YAMAMOTO TAKESHI
Now put those two together,
Oops, looks like we've interrupted them at a wrong time.
ANYWAY.
So there you go, I'm going to confess. I'm in love with them, and they're in love with each other.
GAYS.
God I can't stand them. They're like, the most canon pair of canon pairs, and the OTP of OTPs. Heck, I like them better than IchiRuki. (Komene!)
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEM.
with a capital L
So I shan't elaborate on the chemistry, you guys can see for yourself the awesome-ness and love of 8059. (That's the code for the pairing, as I mentioned, some other time.)
MOVING ON.
And so, in the midst of my fangirl-ness, I started writing fanfics. 8 out of the 14 fanfics on my FF account(go visit please!) are 8059, 57.14285714%. And there's more to come after my prelims and O levels. I have like, a gazillion plot bunnies infiltrating my mind. ARRRRGH.
Yeah, fanfics are overtaking my life. I switch on my computer from 5 to 12 to check my email for reviews (I'm a review whore, so sue me), think about the plots day and night, scratch my fingers when they get too damn itchy to type, and stare and smile idiotically at my KHR posters on my Wall-san.
Oh, and have I mentioned, 8059 made me read my first yaoi doujin.
And there you go, I have practically announced that there are prelims tomorrow, and here I am still typing blog posts at 12.27a.m. when I'm still so darmn effed-up confused about electrolysis.
Life is a sad, sad thing.
rainy days never stay, 9:04 am.
