yay! just went to post val and joey's letters!:D

i bet you're probably thinking, what the fuuu-fish, veg, you actually took a walk!?

yeah, i did.

funny thing, i was actually wearing a skirt when i did it. it was this flowy maxi purple one that i'd long forgotten about, but discovered it while rooting around.

now yeah, you can blame this on the fever, or the fever medication, but i think its out of sheer boredom.. and the fact that im such an awesome eccentric person that i simply felt like.

and you know what?

it was fun.
hahaha. yeah! fun. and relaxing too. 8DDD

you know how people always tell you to slow down, enjoy the scenery, things like that, and you always think its crap? well. it isnt. while strolling to the bloody post box, i noticed for the first time ever, that the roses were in bloom. serious. there's this pot of plant outside my door that's never doing anything, but today it had a huge gorgeous rose in the middle! ^0^

and then, because it was midday, and there was no one around, i heard two pigeons cooing to each other. it made me want to fall asleep, only it was too hot and i was standing.. and then, i saw butterflies above the ixora bush, outside the pub. yeah its random, but the pub in my estate has butterflies to greet you while you're drunk. there were two of them, butter yellow, and chasing each other around. how sweet is that!??

i've reallised that butterflies are nuts because they can fly in the midday sun and not faint.

at the post box, i noticed that there was a short cut back to my house, if i can climb over the fence. i never knew! maybe its cos i usually only go at night, where its too dark to see anything. but yeah, if you manage to climb over the fence, its actually only a pretty short jump to the slope on the other side. gonna try that next time.

oh yeah and, on my way back, there was this hot guy jogging around... hahaha. speaking of which. i've generally noticed that most of my neighbours are rather hot people. the kids, i mean. those that i've grown up with and seen all their birthday parties and naked baby pictures... yeah. i think that the people in my estate really grew up to be beautiful, cos we all grew up in such a nice place. its not something you get everyday. i guess im a really lucky girl to live here.

YUCKS I AM SICK

-FEELS ACHEY ALL OVER
HAS SHIVERS AND SWEATS
WANTS A BATH.-

O level results and the whole posting process is such unnecessary emotional turmoil.

OH GOD. THE OLDIES IN MY OFFICE ARE JUST BITCHING ABOUT MARRIAGE.

i have come to the conclusion that all successful people are cynical about love. they honestly treat marriage like its a business deal!!

[and while everyone can talk endlessly about love, here is what i think. ive had ages on long empty bus rides to think about this, and i cant get eulogise anymore about this.]

(and if all guys think like this horrid hong kong - accented secretary, there wont be anyone left to marry.)

-plugs in mp3, tunes out nagging sexs+dating talk-

i tell you, this internship is... DOING WAY MORE BAD THAN GOOD! hahaha. so far, i have learnt more about which club is best for beer, how to tell if He Is A Jerk, Why I Should Not Date Now, and HAIRY GUYS ARE HOT! theories, than about trademark classifications or the legislative laws concerning data protection or patent protections. great. i tell you, that horrid hong kong secretary has had a bad past with guys. with the passionate way she elaborates about their debauchery, you would think all men had dicks for brains. and brains for dicks.

(oh, theyre talking about rape in marriage)

even though im only sixteen, i think at this age i am more mature than them. sorry, not really mature.. what would be a better word? i think, of better opinion. i feel that when you meet The One, you'll know. there is never really too early, or too late, because love hits when it hits, and its just some thing you cant control. while you shouldnt marry and pop out a whole brood of little demons, stop playing around and hold him close. yeah, i am such a romantic. but i would rather be stranded with love than with success and all its loneliness, as how this poor said secretary seems. when you've known love, and lost it, you'll know its too late. you dont want to be in the place for regret then.

(widower or divorcee?)

this is probably the reason why singapore is not having enough kids, because we are really too successful at everything else. and we dont believe in love. we want money, and we often dont reallise it until too late. i have seen my parents' friends have affairs, divorce, more affairs, some affairs only discovered at death... and it sucks to be heartbroken then. so you were saying, 'marry for money'? at this point, someone with innocent faith on love is better than your critical knowledge.


They way they talk about marriage... just screams "i havent got laid in too long".


it isnt right. we need more idealists. it seems as though she is afraid to love... she needs more audrey hepburn, breakfast at tiffany's and less of Wuthering Heights -.- it isnt good. she's poisoning all their minds!! OLD PEOPLE SUCK. they are horny, they want sexs, they believe themselves invincible against love... i dont think i want to go there. success glimmers until you get nearer, and reallise the glimmer is just their tears coating the cold wealth. ive grown up, grown cynical, then grown even older and decided it isnt considered living if you live a coward from love. how can you expect to find love later when you dont even believe in it?

sigh. love is not a game, and i think you've all forgotten how it feels.

while darkness is infinite, in the heart of its strength lies its weakness.
a single lone candle is enough to hold it back.
love is more than a candle.
love can ignite the stars.
-Matthew Stover

so, are you happy the way you are?

HO HO HO. :D

more silly drabbles before i start work!
okay this is set in the potterverse, again, and caroline is an OC. um. she's just a kid, say about 4 years old. she's the real cute and innocent... or not. anyway, enjoy!:)

“What if she never wakes up? What if she dies? I’ll be an orphan,” she sobbed.

Could anything rip out his heart any more? “Don’t worry about that, Cupcake. You’ll never be alone. You’re mum will get better. Besides, you have me…and Blaise.”

That seemed to make her feel better. She sat up and looked back and forth between Draco and Blaise. She had a puzzled look on her face.

“Are you two gay?”

Blaise spit out his fire whiskey and coughed. “Shit, where did that come from?”

“Just wondering.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“No, we’re not gay,” Draco laughed. “Far from it.”

“Well good. Then Blaise can be my boyfriend.” Caroline clapped her hands.

This time Draco choked. “What?”

“Oh, Darlin’, you wouldn’t want me for a boyfriend.” Blaise winked at her. “I have really bad habits. I smoke, I drink, I leave the toilet seat up…” Caroline giggled.

“Yeah, and see how hairy he is? He sheds all the time. Plus, he’s not good enough for you.” Draco smirked.

Blaise grinned and was about to give Draco the finger.

“Zabini, don’t you dare give me the one-finger salute. See what I mean, Caroline? No class, that one.”

---

hehehehehehehehehe.
okay now i need to write some stuff cos people are fighting over money (again.) maria and pooneth arent here! ;-; so its just me and the other oldies. ):

our seniors here at the job are hillarious. i think we've lost so much of our mg culture): apparently, there's a secret language of how to talk in front of your parents/teachers that we never learnt from them. or saw the really cute ART relief teacher who was also a model. or played shoot shag marry with our dear Mr Johnathan Tay.

still. they are rather a gutsy bunch. they were playing shoot-shag-marry again, today, in front of the guys they were choosing to shoot/shag/marry. LOL. i dont think im that brave yet.

OH OH YEAH AND... HAHAHA. they were talking about their hairy-men fetish:love it or loathe it. sooo funny! then it digressed from general chest hair to... yeah. lower areas that should stay out of public scruntiny.

also in front of the guys. *clement is a guy*

"soooo... we asked around and found out all guys have hair from here (gestures at belly) to here (waves at crotch area)."
"really? how do you know for sure? prove it."
"well... oh. clement-"
"NO!"

THERE IS A HOT INDIAN GUY SITTING OPPOSITE ME!!! *SQUEEE*
oh what shall i do.

its time to get some

LOL I HAVENT POSTED HERE IN SO LONG!
it always seems an eternity between the rants but anyway

HAVE A DRABBLE! HAHAH! i dont read bleach but this is still funny. and partly cos i cant even tell their gender, the names are that bad. just... accept the names as they are. LOL.

Title: Bedtime Stories for Little Girls
Rating: PG-13 (for violence?)
Pairing/Character/s: Kenpachi, Yachiru
Word Count: 555
Warning/s: No spoilers, just weirdness and OMG THE LAME.
Summary: Yachiru wants a story.
Dedication: tomomichi- I'm thrilled you seem to like my Kenpachi stuff (or at least, some of it...hope you like this one too).
A/N: Who said I was stopping at 100:P

“Ken-chan, read me a story!”

Zaraki blinked as Yachiru bound up to him, landing in his lap with a squishy sort of thud. He studied her carefully. “Uh… that’s just blood, right?”

“Yup!”

“Just makin’ sure,” he grunted, taking the end of his sleeve and using it to wipe her face off so he could actually see it. “You didn’t swallow any of that, didja?”

“Nope!”

“You’re a mess.”

“Ken-chan too!” the little vice-captain accused, pointing to a couple of red splatters that had long ago dried on the side of his cheek.

“Che, well, I got more of ‘em than you,” he shot back, eyeing her challengingly.

She stuck her tongue out at him. “’s ‘cuz Ken-chan just cuts away with no finesse. Baldy-shiny-smooth-head said so.”

Kenpachi’s eye narrowed. “Yeah well, he’s got a retarded dance.”

“It’s funny!” Yachiru giggled, though she didn’t say that it wasn’t retarded. “Ne, Ken-chan…read me a story now, okay?”

He sighed. “Stupid. I didn’t bring a book here with me.”

She pointed to some of the dead bandits littering the area immediately around them. “Ne…ask them.”

“Uh, think they’re dead, kiddo.”

She pouted. “Nuh uh! That one’s not!” she indicated one of the twitching, less maimed bodies behind him. “Ask, ask!”

Kenpachi sighed, but decided to humor her considering she was getting fussy. “Fine. Geez.” The eleventh division captain, currently in plainclothes, stood up and toed the twitching man with one foot. “Oi…”

“Kill…me…”

“Got any books?”

“Please…”

Zaraki toed him back onto his face. “Don’t think they got any, Yachiru.”

She pouted fiercely. “That’s no fun!”

“Oi, quit with the eyes, wouldja? How ‘bout I just make one up for you?”

“Really? Waaaah, Ken-chan’s the best!”

Sitting back down, Kenpachi grunted and stretched out his legs, using one of the defeated bodies as a footrest. Yachiru climbed happily back into his lap.

“Uh… let’s see. Once there was a guy.”

“What was his name?”

“Um… Bob. I dunno. Bob.”

“’Kay!”

“And one day, Bob ran into a guy that looked a little smaller’n him.”

“What did he do?”

“Well, he decided that since the guy was smaller’n him, he could uh… beat him up and take his money.”

“Bob’s not very nice!”

“Just listen, wouldya?”

”Kay!”

“Um…anyway, Bob threatened the guy and asked him to give him all his money. And his women, if he had any.”

Yachiru’s nose wrinkled. “Why would he want the women?”

“Cuz he was a pervert, okay? Pay attention.”

“Hai!”

“Anyway, the guy was smaller’n Bob by a little bit, but he was also really pissed off that day.”

“Why?”

“Cuz Bob tried to take his money, why else would he be pissed?”

“He wanted his women too, remember?”

“Well that’s not as important as his money, now shut up or I ain’t tellin’ you the rest.”

“Aye-aye sir!”

“Anyway, the guy was pissed. So he killed Bob.”

Yachiru looked up at Kenpachi with big eyes. “And then?”

“That’s it. The end.”

The pink haired death god looked thoughtful, chin resting in both hands. “Did he kill him with finesse?”

“Sure. Tons of it.”

She lit up. “Yay! That was a good story, Ken-chan!”

Kenpachi looked pleased with himself. “Yeah, that wasn’t half bad, was it?”

In the background, twitching guy groaned. “Please…kill…me.”

Growling, Kenpachi did.

And took his money.

Just because.

END

so yes, i know you all loved it. LUVV-D it. (must pronounce it that way!)

i dont think i'll be putting much here, now that life is so busy... you know, things feel weird now that i have a job. i honestly think my job is cool, you get to say, "oh yeah. i work at a law firm." rather flippantly while flipping your hair and flicking the gaping person a half-eyed look. its also very satisfying to say, "I'd love to meet you, but after work." or "Sorry cant, im working." -squirms-

so very satisfying.

hahahahahah. i guess its just the new-ness of it all that's refreshing. i'll rant about it here, but i cant be bothered to type it out. and risking my employer's ire. its more fun to blargh in real life, so yeah i'll explain if you ask me then.

TILL THE NEXT TIME...
(here, have an agonised draco malfoy)

youre an elitist bastard, and you know it.

pride and prejudice in the twentieth century

yeah, im paying for thinking that way too,
cos irony has slapped me in the face.

YEAH REPLIES TIME! FROM THE JJANGLE!:) I WONT PUT THE NAMES HERE, BUT LOL YOU CAN GUESS IT LA

Veg: You were the val i didn't/couldn't like cause daphne didn't like you then. So yea.

AWWW. psh. what good years we could have had if we werent all angsty and we hadnt had this rivalry thing...

veg: D< you're so mean i hate you (HAHAHAH) (sec 1)

yeah. (this one's maria so) i understand, cos i kind of hated you then too! but look! we're such vigorous lovers too now, lol. love you darling. my life wouldnt be the same without you!:)

vegg: the weird one. i wondered if your momma ever thought you never to talk to strangers, LOL\

nope. i taught myself the world was a friendly place, or i would make it friendly. heheh. :) so yeah, guess i wasnt very aware of violence then.

veg: lol idk. the girl who had a funny name due to there being two valeries. BUT WE HAD FUNCAKES TIME IN ART SO YES HUR HUR.

YES WE DID MY AWESOME SEXY FRIEND. WE SHALL ACHIEVE ULTIMATE SEXINESS... HAHAHA

Veg: "omg why is she so skinny!!" and the way you were so hyper scared me a little.

-HAS NOTHING TO SAY COS THAT IS SOOO NOT TRUE NOW-

veg: my ARCH NEMESIS. cause it's like she shares the same name as me. plus my mom told me this is primary six: you know ah, that valerie reads her textbooks before the teacher teaches that chapter. she's so hardworking, how about you huh? you play all day, never study one. be more like valerie!" and so i had the impression that veg was my rival, my competitor. lol. but that was primary six and guess what! we're good friends now.

hahaha. guess i explained that already in my letter/post!:)

*disclaimer* which was soooo not true. my mom was being a b!!!! and so.. yeah. i can tell you i did NOT study. really. i have vague hazy memories of me sleeping ontop of stupid andrew er assesment books.

uggh. hmmm.

looking back now, i reallised that i was really a very nice kid then. hahaha. so much has changed since then! REALLY. SOOO MUCH. remember how you guys were looking at my autograph book and laughing at all the nice things that my previous friends??? HAHAHAHA. YEAH. i dont know if its a good thing or not, this period that called GROWING MORE CORRUPTED but i guess that's okay. :)


-gets all emo and miserable and nostalgic-

yeah okay i should go.

maria is truly my love. hahaha. while i was busy chewing my nails, she sent me this sms;

Veggie-bean, are you still worried? Dont be, kay? Its too late to change anything now, so no point dwelling on it and being miserable for nothing. The lord is with you, and so am i! -huggles- so cheer up! :)

awwww... every hour, i give thanks to god for giving me such divine friends. honestly. even though maria can be a wannabe perv at times, i swear she is really an angel. she and all of jjang. besides just being undeniably awesome friends, they're also godly and remind me of His love all the time! what more can one ask for.

*sigh*

I NEED A DIARY.
WITH SPACIOUS PAGES
WITHOUT DATES
I DONT CARE ABOUT LINES
IT MUST BE AROUND A5 SIZE
RING BIND OR HARD-COVER
EITHERWAY

I NEED A DIARY.

grrrrr... pissed like hell now.

no, actually, more of just irritated.

you know how everyone has people in their past that they've forgotten, or has simply vanished out of their lives?

well yeah, sometimes these FREAKS surface again and cause a whole lot of trouble. the sad thing is that they actually used to be your friends, and you spend those quiet moments, while travelling on the bus, wondering what happened to them, if theyre happier now, if they still remember you... stupid, huh.

rah. not going to rant very much here. thing is, someone dug up my WAY OLD dead blog and started questioning my posts. i highly doubt even my current jjbest friends of four years know it exists. -.- ugh. as i said, people change and forget to tell each other. people change, so, so, much! not just me, but im sure you, as well. some people have grown closer, some people have grown more mature, but others... have only gotten more puerile.

funny thing, i even wrote a disclaimer at the bottom of the post, but that seems to have been ignored.

okay, gotta plan for the reunion party tmr!! CANT WAIT!!:)

happier things await me, hahaha. i dont need to explain myself here, because i have real friends who see myself exactly for the mixture of good and garbage that i am. im sick as hell of why some people must find out the 'roundabout way, of rumours and diaries and hearsay. pft. oh well, if you cant take the effort to find me, i wont take the effort to ease your confusion.

why cant you just ask it to my face? cos you're scared to face the truth, or because you like those juicy lies soooo much better?

if you want to know the truth, you can always call me. or find me personally, where supposedly, i cannot hide behind an electronic screen-.- i have not said things i am ashamed of, even in phone calls or letters written in the dead of the night, and i will gladly clarify them if you so bring these issues up to me.

what a way to ruin my new year's day.

You are a big thinker. You are extremely charismatic, and wish to offer the benefit of your wisdom to the world at large. You tend to see the grand scheme of things, and are able to deduce connections between things that other people miss; these psychological personality traits are the result of the fact that you are the Messiah.

You use your charisma and knowledge to teach others, benevolently helping your fellow man reach a higher plane of evolution through such unorthodox but enlightened means as Psychic Third Nostril Enlargement. You then retire to secluded farmhouses in rural areas, where your followers express appreciation by signing over all their worldly possessions and giving up their wives and daughters to the Cult Leader's "special care."

Famous Cult Leaders include J. R. "Bob" Dobbs

lolololol. GUYS WHO ARE READING THIS, TAKE THE QUIZ! OMG!
i really wanna see who gets what! :)
YOU NEED FACEBOOK FOR THIS THOUGH D:

still. this quiz rather utterly awesomely blasphemeous and here's my disclaimer: that i did not write this, i neither support nor disapprove its content, but use it for the sole purpose of entertainment. it is unlikely that any of it will ever come true; i dont believe in third nostrils. but you may worship me if you wish. :)

hi guys. its been so long since im online! D:

anyway. feel like utter shit now. here's why:
NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTYING.

hahaha. went for a sleepover at kenneth's place, but the name itself is ironic. both cgs went for this stupid party, and of course, everyone got really high and didnt sleep:D waited for the count down, played Halo (well not really. mostly just died repeatedly), spazzed hopelessly with the tv's Channel5 countdown party, and then watched some fail movies. played ninja! which is a really awesome game, and then played Polar Bear& hunter, but it also failed because everyone kept voting gerald out, regardless of whether he's the doctor. -.-

...finally slept at 5am, but it was pathetic too. the place we stayed in was actually a gallery, or a warehouse, but eitherway its just really big, empty, and with POWERFUL AIR-CONS. BLOODY AMAZING STUFF. i bet the friggin temperature was like, TWELVE DEGREES, or some other stupid shit. We couldn't turn it warmer cos they lost the remote, and we didnt want to off it or there'd be no ventillation. so yeah. felt like Oliver Twist from a Charles' Dickens' novel, freezing into a curl on the streets of london. i brought a sleeping bag, but someone stole it, and xuan ran off to sleep outside the gallery itself. oh wait. she later told me she stayed outside the building itself and didnt sleep much either. i think i got kicked by this random guy who was sleeping next to me, which explains the ache in my legs...

think ive got a fever. hur hur. so much for new year's festivities.

so.......

(bottom line: I SLEPT ON THE FLOOR, WITHOUT A BLANKET, IN A TWELVE DEGREES ENVIRONMENT, AT 5AM. FOR LESS THAN AN HOUR. AND PROBABLY GOT KICKED IN THE KIDNEYS BY OTHER KIDS WHO WERE SPASMING IN THE COLD TOO.)

guess you really can party too hard. ):



NYWAY. since blogging at this hour only involves twitching fingers, i shall relay the Epic NS story of the year here, as a special dedication to my dear maria, who i had for lunch today. :)


somewhere at the end of NS training, it is said that They throw you into a funny foreign country for a week or so, to test your basic survival skills, and general manliness. so here is my friend's tale, he got banished to Brunei. (how apt.)

"They put us (oh yes, in teams of around.. five?) in the middle of some jungle, to stay for a week. There just trees everywhere, so we hiked around blindly until we came to a small river, where we decided to make camp. We took out our parangs and start chopping down some small trees, to make a sort of shelter against wild animals and the rain.

In brunei, every single thing is TIMES THREE the size of singapore. Black ants upgrade from sesame seed sized to FINGERNAIL size. one of them bit me, and i could pull its body out of my arm. its severed head with those bloody teeth were still latched onto my skin. "

Anyway, we're all really tired from the hiking and generally trying to survive, and so we take a break. one of my friends wander off towards the river, probably to take a piss. He suddenly sees two black balls in the river, but thinks he's hallucinating, so he ignores it. suddenly, he reallises those two black spots are eyeballs, and they're coming towards him. oh shit. he starts backing away from the river, only to see the eyeballs connect to a rather large crocodile head, which surfaces and snaps, showing off its fearsome ugly teeth. the guy lets out a terrified scream and dashes back to camp, while the rest of us laugh hysterically after he's explained why his pants are still down.

Elsewhere, in another camp, one of my friends got attacked by hornets. They're not the normal smallish bumble-bees in singapore, but this is the Real Deal, the kind of killer hornets that can kill. So while the team was trying to chop down some trees, he got attacked by them at the bottom of this hill. It gets pretty bad, he's been stung nine or ten times, and he cant feel his fingers or toes...

... when suddenly, in a scene almost out of some Rambo movie, the most buff guy in their team picks him up and charges up the hill, away from the hornets. The poor guy is swollen and in septic shock, while the rest of the team's panicking and trying to not let him die. They frantically call back to base, while replies that they'll send a chopper over. Meanwhile, everyone else is madly chopping down MORE trees to clear an area for the chopper to see them.

Finally the helicopter arrives. They wrap the guy up in some body-bag, while the chopper throws a rope down. After attaching him to it, and pull the guy up, and fly away.... and leave the stunned remaining team to finish their days with one less guy.

After which, they go back to chopping more trees for their shelter.


hahahahaha. champion right. yay for our NS men. :)