Hello, friends.

These are my overdue pictures of the TPJC Runway, which happened on Friday night. Yay. It was a fantastic affair, although I must say that last year was a WHOLE lot better and more organised, no hitches, no nuts. *grins* I have just finished watching FMA, because I never DID get around to watching it until recently....Hmmm. I supprt RoyxEd. Yay. I mean, I support them so much I had a dream in which I was Alphonse. (which is NOT as disturbing as it sounds.) My ears give heed to MUCC's HORIZONT, which I am very much in love with. Yik Seng said he was going to perform Spirit Dreams Inside by L'arc. Which is NOT easy, cause he's doing drums.

And my friend is telling me about baby rabbits.

Wheee. I want to buy Alice Nine stuff. Like, their albums or singles, or something. I'm in LOVE. AGAIN. When will this STOP? *sighs*

Oh well. I went to Karaoke on Saturday. I'm in love with Medleys. They're SO much fun. x) Wheee. How eggciting.

AARGH, CHILD PREY, AARGH CHILD PREY, AARGH CHILD PREY.

Isn't Dir en Grey just so cute?

Okay, enough. I'm tired. I just bought a new sketch book today! Wengchi's sick, Shuhui's Physics worries her, Shirley's planning to go to NAFA and Angela's smart! x( Okay. Fine. I MUST FIND SOMETHING TO DO!

Hmmmm. I'm having second thougths about my 'A' Level piece as well now. I've been thinking a lot, about how the storyline must relate to our modern society's problems some way or other.

So I've been thinking up YET ANOTHER story. *evil glint in eye*

Anyway, I have to go now. Dad needs sleep.

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Oh my goodness.

I'm so proud of it.

Go look.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/55636798.

Really. I can't believe I did that.

And about one year from now I'll look back and laugh at it.

*sad face*

Oh well. Hmmm.

I'm tired. And I updated. I'm so happy!

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

I came up with a list of the stuff I want.

In no order of importance:

1. Apple MAC lappie.

2. Gazette's Namless Liberty Six Guns Live.

3. Hyde.

4. Gackt.

5. Ruki.

6. Alice 9.

7. New socks.

8. Proper drumming lessons.

9. The entire Gazette discography.

10. The whole Dir en Grey discography.

11. Toshiya.

12. Stamina.

13. A Final Fantasy XII guidebook. (one I can actually FLIP)

14. Dir en Grey Band Scores. (Mainly Kasumi, The Pledge, The Final, Namamekashiki ni ansoku, tameria ni hohoemi, Garden, KR [Cube], Kodou.)

15. Gazette's DISORDER Band Scores.

16. A New Phone

17. A New HOUSE, maybe.

18. Money.

19. This month's Shoxx and Arena 37degrees.

20. The knowledge to sew, so I can make my own clothes and NOT blow hundreds of dollars buying them. And shoes.

Hmmm.

That's quite a lot of things, isn't it.

Oh well. Hmmm.

About today.

Today was extremely uneventful.

Really.

I spent half of it playing Final Fantasy XII. And I'm listening to Dir en Grey's Yokan now, very happily. I finished the art piece I linked up there, and I went to the Outram wet market with my parents to buy stuff so they can make dinner tonight................... Which is now.

And the reason why they are sitting in the living room watching TV this very moment eludes me.

*sighs*

I bid thee good evening then. -_-

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Wow. I'm quite proud of myself now. I have FINALLY found time to blog, and I wrote about nine poems in one night becasue I kinda thought Mrs Beh was going to check our poetry notebooks/ files. Oh well.

Here is a few of them.

Random crap, but it makes sense. Kinda.

Good morning, Mr. Fear

I don’t dare close my eyes
My ears treat silence as its enemy
My mouth is sealed
Like an envelope

Waiting to be opened
My life is wasting
Away like nobody’s business
The butterflies that

Eat at my soul are long dead
Like the soldiers that haunt these grounds
Alas, my heart is stopping
The moment has come

Good morning, Mr. Fear
How are you today?
I am not well
My music calls to me from my grave

Live

My blood is burning
Like a dragon’s fire
Borne of wrath and scorn
And so we mourn

Goodbye, fair ladies
Kind gentlemen
Your venom spreads
Your heart of Lead

Bleed not red,
But a foul, foul colour
A colour that disguises
A colour that smudges

Live, you say
Yet even if I do,
I’m unworthy to change tomorrow
I’m drowning in my sorrow

The world has never changed
War, war, war.
It’s all the same
They only change its name.

Song

Here, my love, I penned a song for you
For your hazel eyes and candy lips
You butterfly wings and pixie trinkets

There, my love, I declared my passion
For your hazel eyes and candy lips
My heart pines for your sweet kiss

Here, my love, I cut off your wings
For your hazel eyes and candy lips
So you would be mine forever more

There, my love, I sold my soul
For your hazel eyes and candy lips
My heart hangs on the branch for the crows.

Frostbite

White, it’s so white
Look how pretty the snowflakes are
How blinding, how pure, the light
That shines in from the window.

The white tree laughs at us
An old woman in a Carnival
Scorning at the children and candy floss
The fluff, the cold, the marvel

Then there’s the scorching red
A flower of fire in a sea of ice
A burning rose with purity fed
The pain, the blood, the murder



Butterfly

Have you forgotten me, my dear?
You with your lovely wings and wondrous grace
Have you forgotten me?
I can no longer spy your face

Have you forgotten me, my dear?
I’ll join you soon enough, I promise
Have you forgotten me?
In your pool of rose petals and bliss

Have you forgotten me, my dear?
My heart was shattered by your dreams
Have you forgotten me?
I pieced it back with glue, sowed back the seams

Have you forgotten me, my dear?
I’ll make sure you remember, the things
Have you forgotten me?
Pulling a pillow over my head, it sings

ROCK ICON

Come on, get high
The drugs, the lust, the lie
I’m your future King
The next big thing
Rock with the music
Sing along with the lyrics
Plaint bodies in heat
Only I can achieve this feat
My blood burns me
I’m blind; can’t see
My flaws and face
Covered by thick makeup, lace
Perfection, at its best
Always better than the rest
Eye liner, Lipstick, red
A toothbrush, food and a bed
Make’s no difference anymore
I’ve given up living; it’s too much a sore
God’s smiling down at me.

...And I have to go back to school during the June Holidays to complete Art and attend extra lessons. -_-

This week's our last week of school before the June Holidays....our school's closing early for the pre-U seminar...

Oh well. I am tired, and I am tired.

Mr Tan says he's going to retire soon.

Oh well. At our expense, I suppose.

I shall leave now.

Good night.

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