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Playlist: Frank Sinatra, The Silver Seas and a bit of McFly.

Changed the theme. Basically having lots of problems since i've been using the old theme for half a year. This is an experiment post to see whether the photos are gonna be big. And they are. So, so long new theme!


Changed the colors of the fish, feels like they're not my fish anymore. I'll leave them there for a couple of days to bring some colors for the blog, hopefully i'll get out of this grey addict. And THANK GOD i found the way back to the old theme! Am i that opld that i don't like messing with what's already there? Hope not.

Now playing: The Silver Seas - High Society album. A decent alternative album, artist recommended by Brooke White. Thanks, Brooke.

Sometimes i wonder what is that that has been keeping me writing for so long. Being a person who enjoys the spotlight, i would think that i'd love to have my written work to be read, and talked about. But i've been writing in here, since the very first days of high school, took myself through lots of building-ups, changed lots of themes (before settling down to this all-grey one :P), and not once have i ever thought about abandoning it. It's like a part of your life, like a limb, even when you don't use it, it's still there, waiting for the day it becomes useful. There are times when i had no time to blog about anything, possibly because my life was too bland for words, but after a while, i found the inspiration and started writing again.
I don't know if a person gets better just by laying down her emotions in a foreign language that she's trying not to admit has become as important as her mother language, but i hear people say you'll get isolated if you write a journal. I'm not trying to build any barriers here because if i keep on writing with that story track, i'll end up gloating that i have a secret untold and sooner or later i'll reveal this place to someone. Isolated? Nah! I'm way too talkative for that. And there are 84 draft posts that are unfinished, today after hours of editing the new theme in vain, i read back my old posts, and some of them were really good.

I'll post some of those unfinished stories up here for myself to learn from myself.

And i'm much eager to see where this place will go to.




P/S: My last entry was such a looooooooooooooooooooong entry with lots of photos. Will cut back some now!

Christmastime.

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Here's the story: when i was on the back of my dad's vehicle halfway there, Cam called and said that i should go home, i insisted on a change of plans as telling my dad to go home means no good. Well, there were some boundaries but we met, ordered at GJ's (again, i know), and i spilled her drink on the floor, as you see (i'm so sorry about that!). Then we dropped by at the mall to receive my birthday present which was a month and a half late but it's still a beautiful gift, thank you Camellia. Then we had lunch and got back to her place, that's where i took all those pictures with the perfumes and roses and stuff.

It was fun, as we discussed about shopping and stuff and i ordered some of the Topshop and H&M accessories and i'm desperate to get them delivered.

These are the last days of fun before the second semester begins. I'm trying my best to keep myself as busy as possible to forget about the fact i screwed up 7 over 8 subjects on the final exams and that the marks will come out on Monday and i'll be a very much depressed person.

Ok goodbye. Merry Christmas! I've got Alice In Wonderland to read and a bunch of new rings to stare at :">

2 1/2 days to Christmas.

Before anything is said, i need to blog before i go procrastinating on Chemistry and Biology.

I'll give you one thing, school sucks so bad i can't even say the word 'suck, or it'll immediately blend into the big suckness that the school has been preserving for years.

Or maybe it's not the school, maybe it's life. Maybe it's because i've used all of my luck during the exercising week and during my nighttime life i don't have any left to spend on these exams.

Because they were awful, by all means of that word. I think with this process, i'll score 40 over 80 for 8 subjects, 5 each, if i'm lucky enough.

Since when did i become a foul student??

*sigh* but if i want to end up my life in going Chanel shopping in Paris, this is the place to start. But i don't think they're gonna send a 40-over-80 loser-used-to-be-and-probably-will-always-be to Paris. It's just not right, right?

*sigh x2* ok i'll just go take my 1-hour nap and better start procrastinating right away. Goodbye. Take care whoever you are.

Reminder: google 'procrastinate'. Coffee.

elevator talk.

Why am i always so ridiculously calm and irrelevant when it comes to really intense tests??

Just like now, i'm searching New York photos on weheartit when i'm supposed to study for Lit tomorrow. Speaking of, i can tell if it's New York or not when a movie comes up. That's the consequence of spending too much time in life watching New York movies instead of getting a life.

Listening to the movie Away We Go soundtrack. Oh indie indie is exactly what i need ... Indie music in an indie movie.

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I live in a flat on the 11th floor. My house has an amazing view, especially at night. I have to admit it's hard to sleep when you have a wide window with the whole city blinking at you with their colourful eyes made of neon flashlights and streetlights. Their eyes are full of stories, they're looking straight at me saying: "hey, i've got something i've never told anyone. Fancy hearing it?". And night after night lying alone in my room, i widened my eyes listening to their stories through those eyes. Sometimes i sat on my bed, held my knees and imagined this was New York, and that i was surrounded by my dream city. Some other time, i followed those lights into people houses, being a silent stalker from up high, looking at their furniture, picturing a life different yet familiar in a house i've never stayed.

But it's not the point of what i intended to write today. It's about the elevator.

Approximately, i have to get in that tin box 6 times a day. Get down to 1st floor for school, get up to 11th floor after school, down on 1st floor to go to the supermarket to get whatever we need in a day, this process may be taken more than once, maybe twice, or 8 times a day. Then i get up. Then down again for Math tutor, then up back home at 9 o'clock, finding all of the commercials shown on the flat screen are already turned off and that it's a sign of bedtime.

Of course with that amount of travelling, i bump into all kinds of people going all kinds of floors.

And usually, they keep silent.

The building has been built for almost 3 years, people have moved in and moved out. Some families, like ours, moved in from the very first days. 102 families, on 3 elevators. Noone knows anyone is, so they decide to keep a perfect and beautiful silent when stepping into the elevator. If they are to say something, it's either a scold at the young children or the slight finish of a pre-elevator conversation.

Slowly, it makes a habit. People get scared and tired of asking. Why bother asking when you can read a person's life just by their clothes and facial expression, especially since there are certain kinds of families with certain kinds of jobs and certain kinds of luxurious entertainment on weekends. People always say urban dudes are tired from everything. I think they're just lazy, and shy.

That's why you can imagine my surprise and joy to hear a question, very common, like, high school huh, senior year huh, college huh, which school are you going to, oh that school is quite famous, oh it's so near here, how comfortable. Answers to those questions are simple, yeah, yeah, i know, i know, ok bye.

But it's still a conversation starter.

"Shy people, take off your coats and start talking to each other!". Maybe i should scream that into my own ears first. But you know what the one rule of life is? The mouth is still too far from the ears to demand.

Sometimes i feel like i'm the only one in the world who's guilty because i know exactly what it needs fixing and still i don't want to, or don't think of anything to do about it.

P/S: i need to find a way to edit my blog's theme. Brookie Babble's got a new theme! Envy envy!

Hello, it's me again, completely stressed out less than one week before final term exams.

I've had a rather bad day. It started off with a lack of sunlight as the sky looked like it was 5pm when in fact, it was 6am. The sky is grumbling like a big cat getting starved, i'm sleepy, got meat in my teeth and have 18 geography questions to learn.

College is such a dreamy word.

Am i living in the world full of people who are damn lucky? I don't blame them for being absolutely and ridiculously lucky, but sometimes (or all the time, perhaps) i just wish they would shut up and leave me alone for a while. Not only they're lucky, they're in complete lack of common sense as i remembered having performed my view of not being interested in any of their showing-off-to-see-how-lucky-i-am-and-how-ironic-life-could-be jokes and they just kept hurling up to me.

And you know what's the one thing that pisses me off the most? It's the way they act like it's all their work, it's because they're as smart as Einstein to do the things no other could do. Why don't you just sit down and acknowledge the tiny little thing that's been bugging me the very first day i stepped into this Godforsaken school? Shut the fuck up and enjoy your luck in silent!

I need a new hobby.

My essay.

Life in the future

by Jenny

To my imagination, the future is like a Pandora box that carries the mystery inside. Mysteries are unknown, and people tend to hope for the best out of that unknown. This is me hoping for the best of the world that my great-grandchildren are going to live in.

The high-technology will help people with the boring house chores. Principals will finally let high school students use laptops (at that time will probably be 3-D laptops) in class. In order to avoid traffic jam, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology will have invented a vehicle that can fly and use CO2 instead of fuel. There will be traffic lanes in the sky and limited heights for different kinds of cairplanes (in case you don't know what it means, it's the combination of cars & airplanes).

What about the unchanged? The cultural values of each countries will not only be kept but also be embraced. At that time, Presidents will be competing against each other about embracing their country's spiritual values instead of atomic bombs. Artists will still write and sing beautiful songs or paint beautiful pictures, but those masterpieces will be accessible for everybody around the world. Fashion shows will still be held annually and human models will still be modelling the clothes (at that time the vogue will probably set back on wearing big puffy gowns like in the nineteenth century), but they won't be pushed into barbaric diet schedules anymore. Our grandchildren will still scold our great-grandchildren about things like not doing homework or not emailing them on time. And our great-grandchildren will scream and talk back to them like we do to our parents everyday.

I'm sure i'm not the only one who comes up with beautifully ideal things about the future. Because that's what people are, naturally optimistic. No matter how the future brings you, hopefully it will bring you to the best.

Well my original ending was: "Or we'll all die in 2012 like Vanga said. Who knows." but i thought it was quite harsh. So ...