I won't be posting here anymore
Jun. 17th, 2007 | 12:44 pm
Ok, that's it. This LJ is over. Finished.
I don't want to live this way. I want my thoughts private. And there is so many more things I could be doing.
Well I'm sorry, but that's it, folks! To the few people who've been watching the nonexistent activity on my LJ, thank you so much for putting up with my emo-ness! I'll probably comment occasionally using this account, especially witchstone.
Don't worry, I still love Gackt... but I love myself more. I guess it's hard to understand.
Well, good luck! =)
~ViQue~
I don't want to live this way. I want my thoughts private. And there is so many more things I could be doing.
Well I'm sorry, but that's it, folks! To the few people who've been watching the nonexistent activity on my LJ, thank you so much for putting up with my emo-ness! I'll probably comment occasionally using this account, especially witchstone.
Don't worry, I still love Gackt... but I love myself more. I guess it's hard to understand.
Well, good luck! =)
~ViQue~
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Nothing else matters.
Apr. 16th, 2007 | 02:29 am
Current Mood: 
drained
Current Music: Blackfield - Lullaby
It's 12:53am 16 April 2007 and I'm scared, and I'm tired, but mostly I'm scared.
1973~2007. No. How could he? He has to wait. I've planned out my entire future just to increase my chances of meeting him.
I fell in love with his voice in 2005, his smooth, luscious vocals which flow forth from beyond the larynx. He sings with his heart, does he not? his songs are the voice of emotion. Be it the coaxingly deep come-hither baritone, or the stunning spine-tingling falsetto, his silken bow of passion will run along the strings of your heart and he will play your emotions until you finally break down. It is no use resisting him. His music will seep into you slowly, quietly, until one day you realize, all of a sudden, that it has taken over you and you can no longer do without it.
It was Diabolos that sealed the druidstone into me. All of a sudden I wanted to see the man behind the music. The first glimpse I had was from Google Images; from the multiple small thumbnails I merely saw he was quite good-looking, the fool I was.
Then I opened a link to take a closer look and shock streaked through my nerves. My jaw dropped and I spent the next half a day trawling for pictures. How could I have never known? I must have been blind, to let such beauty sit unnoticed for years. When the visual feast got too overwhelming for my myopic eyes I collapsed backward onto my bed, his image spinning in my mind behind small explosions of coloured static.
From every angle I studied my mental image of him. His burning hot, meltingly intense gaze which in the next instant could morph into large brown puppy dog eyes; his perfect, sensual lips which seem to invite an interminable kiss every time they part; the well-shaped angles of his jaw and nose that every girl longs to trace with feather-light fingertips.
Strong arms that you dream would envelope you in a tight warm embrace, elegant fingers fraught with the potential of drawing melodies from the grand piano that could make you overflow with tears...or synthesize sizzling guitar chords that send delicious thrills running through you. His skin radiates so gentle a sheen, his solid body could have been carved out of the finest marble.
Delight in watching him stroll, that is sufficient: look how he moves with grace and poise, perfectly comfortable with himself. Watch him, and love him; close your eyes, look into yourself.
Can you find it in you to love, wholly, unconditionally, and with all your heart?
1973~2007. No. How could he? He has to wait. I've planned out my entire future just to increase my chances of meeting him.
I fell in love with his voice in 2005, his smooth, luscious vocals which flow forth from beyond the larynx. He sings with his heart, does he not? his songs are the voice of emotion. Be it the coaxingly deep come-hither baritone, or the stunning spine-tingling falsetto, his silken bow of passion will run along the strings of your heart and he will play your emotions until you finally break down. It is no use resisting him. His music will seep into you slowly, quietly, until one day you realize, all of a sudden, that it has taken over you and you can no longer do without it.
It was Diabolos that sealed the druidstone into me. All of a sudden I wanted to see the man behind the music. The first glimpse I had was from Google Images; from the multiple small thumbnails I merely saw he was quite good-looking, the fool I was.
Then I opened a link to take a closer look and shock streaked through my nerves. My jaw dropped and I spent the next half a day trawling for pictures. How could I have never known? I must have been blind, to let such beauty sit unnoticed for years. When the visual feast got too overwhelming for my myopic eyes I collapsed backward onto my bed, his image spinning in my mind behind small explosions of coloured static.
From every angle I studied my mental image of him. His burning hot, meltingly intense gaze which in the next instant could morph into large brown puppy dog eyes; his perfect, sensual lips which seem to invite an interminable kiss every time they part; the well-shaped angles of his jaw and nose that every girl longs to trace with feather-light fingertips.
Strong arms that you dream would envelope you in a tight warm embrace, elegant fingers fraught with the potential of drawing melodies from the grand piano that could make you overflow with tears...or synthesize sizzling guitar chords that send delicious thrills running through you. His skin radiates so gentle a sheen, his solid body could have been carved out of the finest marble.
Delight in watching him stroll, that is sufficient: look how he moves with grace and poise, perfectly comfortable with himself. Watch him, and love him; close your eyes, look into yourself.
Can you find it in you to love, wholly, unconditionally, and with all your heart?
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Goddamnit.
Mar. 1st, 2007 | 11:13 pm
Location: my blue room. freaking out.
Current Mood: 
stressed
Current Music: NOTHING because I'm SAVING BATTERY!
Ok I'm really sorry if I don't post frequently but for reasons which I shall post later my tablet PC (aka Meds) can't be charged at home and I can only do it at school and my battery lifespan is really short now that it's getting wrinkles and white hair and right now I'm working on only 23% battery because my school charging station has no freaking light to indicate that the current is flowing which means my battery was there for 2 hours for nothing. Again, sorry about the hasty post. I'm just freaking out big-time because I have so many things in Meds that the TA department is not supposed to know about so I have to burn them all before I entrust poor Meds to their coffers for repair work. *sobs* I shall simply die over the weekend if this charging station thing plays tricks on me again. And now the 'Low Battery' bubble happily pops up. Goddamnit. I don't usually waste battery on turning on my wireless connection but seeing as today is screwed up anyway... and omigod there is a pile of work I owe my teachers FUCK I do NOT want to rely on that sonofabitch charging station for another WEEK!
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WORLD DEARS FTW ^____^
Feb. 23rd, 2007 | 08:23 pm
Location: Apple green living room of new house
Current Mood: 
hopeful
Current Music: Gackt - No ni Saku Hana no yo ni (pf style)
The email I sent to postmaster@gacktworlddears.com
________________________________________
________________________________________
Nickname: ViQue
Country: Singapore
All I can say is: Thank you.
There are thousands of us out here who are unable to fly overseas, be it due to financial, age or political problems. Some came across Gackt by chance and fell in love at once, but cannot to support him due to financial difficulties. Some have to travel a few miles to get to the closest Gackt merchandise store. Some do not even have internet access; they have to pay to use the local library's, and for many of us the internet is the only means of communication with other Gackt fans.
Fans like us have no way of expressing our love except through silent, urgent, perhaps repressed encouragement. Not everyone understands Japanese,though thousands are learning - because of Gackt. Now that World Dears has been set up, we feel as if his back is no longer turned to us.
Again, heartfelt thanks for setting up this great project.
His forever,
ViQue
Country: Singapore
All I can say is: Thank you.
There are thousands of us out here who are unable to fly overseas, be it due to financial, age or political problems. Some came across Gackt by chance and fell in love at once, but cannot to support him due to financial difficulties. Some have to travel a few miles to get to the closest Gackt merchandise store. Some do not even have internet access; they have to pay to use the local library's, and for many of us the internet is the only means of communication with other Gackt fans.
Fans like us have no way of expressing our love except through silent, urgent, perhaps repressed encouragement. Not everyone understands Japanese,though thousands are learning - because of Gackt. Now that World Dears has been set up, we feel as if his back is no longer turned to us.
Again, heartfelt thanks for setting up this great project.
His forever,
ViQue
________________________________________
And the Korea and Taiwan concerts, that stint with Ji Min Jia 纪敏佳....
Finally, finally, FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He's taken his time, but it looks like the prettyboy's eventually gotten round to opening his eyes and daring to come out of his comfort zone... Honestly, he's had Japan collared for ages now; heaven knows what he was doing in Madagascar, but it sure didn't seem to productive. Maybe he learnt a lot of personal lessons there but it doesn't really help him in expanding his kingdom. Didn't he say in Sawasdee>Interviews that his long-term goal is Asia... then the world... etc... Korea, now, and Taiwan... that's a different story altogether.
I admit I was a bit disappointed when he went for Korea first, but that's just personal bias. From a Japanese born-and-bred far-famed artiste's point of view, I guess Korea would be the sensible choice, despite the nukes and all OMG PLEASE DON'T BOARD A HIJACKED PLANE AND GET BLOWN TO PIECES IN NORTH KOREA GA-CHAN sorry panic attack where was I? oh yes anyway as I told![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
pixiezdust on 27 December 2006, if I were him I'd go this way Japan>Korea>Taiwan>Hong Kong>China>Singapore. Ok perhaps China before Hong Kong. Yup. So Japan>America>Korea>Taiwan>China>Hong Kong>Singapore. The US can just float away. Come on, he visits those lucky devils all the fucking time, isn't it our turn yet?! *pouts and glares jealously, green daggers shooting from eyes*
What a pity we're, like, the eensiest of the eensy. Yes, the APEC is based here, and Wiki states "Asia has three main financial centres: in Hong Kong, Singapore, and Tokyo" but still we're small enough to fly over and not be noticed!!! Aaaaargh!!!!!
Tell me size doesn't matter. Tell me size doesn't matter. Nekohedo~san, be allured by our advanced technology and world-class hotels and whatever-else revolting bullshit the government propogates! Well the food part is true though. Bet the hottest, most well-built Asian man will get fat here XD
~SINGAPORE GACKT FANS UNITE!~
Let us greet him thousand-strong and show him that we are just as good as or even better than the Japanese fans he's used to.
And the Korea and Taiwan concerts, that stint with Ji Min Jia 纪敏佳....
Finally, finally, FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He's taken his time, but it looks like the prettyboy's eventually gotten round to opening his eyes and daring to come out of his comfort zone... Honestly, he's had Japan collared for ages now; heaven knows what he was doing in Madagascar, but it sure didn't seem to productive. Maybe he learnt a lot of personal lessons there but it doesn't really help him in expanding his kingdom. Didn't he say in Sawasdee>Interviews that his long-term goal is Asia... then the world... etc... Korea, now, and Taiwan... that's a different story altogether.
I admit I was a bit disappointed when he went for Korea first, but that's just personal bias. From a Japanese born-and-bred far-famed artiste's point of view, I guess Korea would be the sensible choice, despite the nukes and all OMG PLEASE DON'T BOARD A HIJACKED PLANE AND GET BLOWN TO PIECES IN NORTH KOREA GA-CHAN sorry panic attack where was I? oh yes anyway as I told
pixiezdust on 27 December 2006, if I were him I'd go this way Japan>Korea>Taiwan>Hong Kong>China>Singapore. Ok perhaps China before Hong Kong. Yup. So Japan>America>Korea>Taiwan>China>Hong Kong>Singapore. The US can just float away. Come on, he visits those lucky devils all the fucking time, isn't it our turn yet?! *pouts and glares jealously, green daggers shooting from eyes*What a pity we're, like, the eensiest of the eensy. Yes, the APEC is based here, and Wiki states "Asia has three main financial centres: in Hong Kong, Singapore, and Tokyo" but still we're small enough to fly over and not be noticed!!! Aaaaargh!!!!!
Tell me size doesn't matter. Tell me size doesn't matter. Nekohedo~san, be allured by our advanced technology and world-class hotels and whatever-else revolting bullshit the government propogates! Well the food part is true though. Bet the hottest, most well-built Asian man will get fat here XD
~SINGAPORE GACKT FANS UNITE!~
Let us greet him thousand-strong and show him that we are just as good as or even better than the Japanese fans he's used to.
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(This post has been waiting since Christmas. I apologize to my poor LJ.)
Jan. 14th, 2007 | 04:32 pm
Current Mood: 
high
Current Music: Keane - Nothing In My Way
Zomg I MISS LIVEJOURNAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The week before school started I had my hands full what with going out and when school did start, well, I take Triple Science. And I'm in hockey. o.o Self-explanatory.
CHRISTMAS EVE, which was aeons ago, was sooooooooooooooooo goooooooooooooood.......................
The family woke early (for us) and were at the new house by 10am, decided on our bedroom colours - I want my room a dusky lavender, with one wall midnight blue. Walked to breakfast at some coffeeshop. We spent the whole day there at the new house... I was giddy and tired in the morning from hunger, before breakfast, and afterward I was giddy and tired from a headache. But there was still Shoe's barbeque in the evening! Shoe is my sister's friend and she's really bubbly and funny and she has *presence*. Whenever she comes over she fills the house just by being there.
I had a headache in the car on the way there, but once my sis and I were actually in her house, I forgot my fatigue immediately. Shoe's father is Loaded and her house is Huge. It is Filled with ornaments and the interior decor is WOW. It's really country-style: parquet flooring, high ceilings, yellow lighting, grandfather clock, chandelier, farm animal figurines, the works. My sis practically lives in that house, she's been there so often, and besides Shoe and her sister are so hospitable. The house just welcomes visitors.
We helped prepare the barbeque, then Sam arrived, then Annie. Sam was reeeeaaaaallly HOT but he was so obviously a major flirt and probably a player too. He was with Annie. Annie was Korean, taller than Sam when in heels. Curly bouncy bangs, a red dress and red heels and red dangly earings, round face, a genuinely sweet smile, a major addiction to "prawn-prawn" but "I cannot eat the small ones! I feel bad eating baby prawn-prawn."
No, she's not the annoying try-to-act-cute-but-fail-miserably kind of bitchass woman-girl. She's just so full of laughter and she has such a good heart that everyone feels at ease with her. (Or maybe it was Shoe's house.)
Shoe and her family are forever throwing parties and barbeques and whatnot, and she and her younger sister are really good at cooking, and they made sure there was enough food for everyone. The mere thought of the spread makes me drool:
Sausages, mushrooms (YUM), sweet potatoes, sambal fish, prawns, chinese sausages, fishballs, pork belly (which I didn't touch - some pieces were pure lard, *shudder*), and of course the highlight: TURKEY! XD
Turkey, whole, honey-drenched and roasted, fat with stuffing, served with mash-potato-style-gravy, and roasted potatoes with thyme and pepper.
Bliss. Total, complete bliss.
And they laughed, and she assured me she wouldn't, and Sam said, "If you continue living like that you'll never get married." So of course I had to prove him wrong, and took the cup, swilled the contents around. For some reason it was BLUE. Out of some matt translucent bottle with a stylish French label that Annie had brought along with her. I'd never seen blue alcohol before that. I'd seen red, and white (which is actually clear, isn't it), which my parents occasionally drink, and disgusting old shit-coloured beer. Blue wine, now, that was interesting.
"It looks like Listerine." I took a sip and pulled a face. "It tastes like Listerine." But it didn't taste as bad as all the others, so I took a few more sips, ferventlyhoping believing in that it would miraculously cure me of my diarrhoea.
And it DID. I'm not kidding. My diarrhoea and my headache both took flight after facing the onslaught of Monseiur Vin. HA! And to think my sister is allergic to alcohol! (No, it's not just a poor capacity for liqour. The first and only time she took some serious alcohol, she vomited non-stop the entire night and now even the slightest waft of it can make her retch.) Perhaps alcohol has the opposite effect on me as it has my sister. XD
CHRISTMAS EVE, which was aeons ago, was sooooooooooooooooo goooooooooooooood.......................
The family woke early (for us) and were at the new house by 10am, decided on our bedroom colours - I want my room a dusky lavender, with one wall midnight blue. Walked to breakfast at some coffeeshop. We spent the whole day there at the new house... I was giddy and tired in the morning from hunger, before breakfast, and afterward I was giddy and tired from a headache. But there was still Shoe's barbeque in the evening! Shoe is my sister's friend and she's really bubbly and funny and she has *presence*. Whenever she comes over she fills the house just by being there.
I had a headache in the car on the way there, but once my sis and I were actually in her house, I forgot my fatigue immediately. Shoe's father is Loaded and her house is Huge. It is Filled with ornaments and the interior decor is WOW. It's really country-style: parquet flooring, high ceilings, yellow lighting, grandfather clock, chandelier, farm animal figurines, the works. My sis practically lives in that house, she's been there so often, and besides Shoe and her sister are so hospitable. The house just welcomes visitors.
We helped prepare the barbeque, then Sam arrived, then Annie. Sam was reeeeaaaaallly HOT but he was so obviously a major flirt and probably a player too. He was with Annie. Annie was Korean, taller than Sam when in heels. Curly bouncy bangs, a red dress and red heels and red dangly earings, round face, a genuinely sweet smile, a major addiction to "prawn-prawn" but "I cannot eat the small ones! I feel bad eating baby prawn-prawn."
No, she's not the annoying try-to-act-cute-but-fail-miserably kind of bitchass woman-girl. She's just so full of laughter and she has such a good heart that everyone feels at ease with her. (Or maybe it was Shoe's house.)
Shoe and her family are forever throwing parties and barbeques and whatnot, and she and her younger sister are really good at cooking, and they made sure there was enough food for everyone. The mere thought of the spread makes me drool:
Sausages, mushrooms (YUM), sweet potatoes, sambal fish, prawns, chinese sausages, fishballs, pork belly (which I didn't touch - some pieces were pure lard, *shudder*), and of course the highlight: TURKEY! XD
Turkey, whole, honey-drenched and roasted, fat with stuffing, served with mash-potato-style-gravy, and roasted potatoes with thyme and pepper.
Bliss. Total, complete bliss.
I ended up spending half the night tending the fire, so much so that at 9 o'clock, when I delivered a loaded, steaming plate of fresh-off-the-grille food to the wrought iron garden table around which we were eating, Annie asked my sister, "Does she ever eat?" LMFAO
But when I finally did settle down to eat, it didn’t take me long to realize I had -of all things- DIARRHOEA. Thanks a bunch, kamisama. Of all times…!!
I’d dashed from porch to toilet twice before my sister explained that I had diorrhea… or my rejection of the offered pork belly slab would have seemed rude. At which point Sam cut in: “You know what you need?” and he held out a paper cup of alcohol. “It helps. Really, it helps." Then he said something about acids or alkalis which I didn't quite catch. I looked uncertainly at my sister, and she (VERY SURPRISINGLY) nodded and said, "Go ahead!"
I was about to take the cup when I realized what the catch was. "No! When we get home you'll threaten to say, 'Mummy, she drank wine at the barbeque' and make me do the dishes for a week or something."And they laughed, and she assured me she wouldn't, and Sam said, "If you continue living like that you'll never get married." So of course I had to prove him wrong, and took the cup, swilled the contents around. For some reason it was BLUE. Out of some matt translucent bottle with a stylish French label that Annie had brought along with her. I'd never seen blue alcohol before that. I'd seen red, and white (which is actually clear, isn't it), which my parents occasionally drink, and disgusting old shit-coloured beer. Blue wine, now, that was interesting.
"It looks like Listerine." I took a sip and pulled a face. "It tastes like Listerine." But it didn't taste as bad as all the others, so I took a few more sips, fervently
And it DID. I'm not kidding. My diarrhoea and my headache both took flight after facing the onslaught of Monseiur Vin. HA! And to think my sister is allergic to alcohol! (No, it's not just a poor capacity for liqour. The first and only time she took some serious alcohol, she vomited non-stop the entire night and now even the slightest waft of it can make her retch.) Perhaps alcohol has the opposite effect on me as it has my sister. XD
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Dec. 23rd, 2006 | 08:13 pm
Location: I *am* the Orion belt =D
Current Mood: 
drunk
Current Music: The windchimes - there's a blissful breeze blowing ^^
I. Um.
I...
just opened my Gackt 2007 calendar.
o.o
0.0
O.O
@.@!!!
Dead tired, Crescent carnival today was exhausting, sitting around and watching my *other* teammates play Real hockey, and some sec ones annoyed the hell out of me... I dragged myself home at a speed of about 1km/h.
But coming home to that rolled-up package, now... It was just so worth it.
I opened it sloooooowly, savouring every moment... Turning the pages oh-so-deliciously... Once, in normal light, and again in romantic yellow lamp light. And afterward I floated out of my bedroom, a foolish smile on my face, drunk on the sheer beauty of.
Well.
Who else?
I deliberately didn't look at any scans of the calendar before I received mine. I don't like spoilers. The wait wasn't easy; I continually hounded my Comics C friend for it, it was supposed to come in mid-November. But when it eventually did... it was SO worth it.
*wins* Call me an ass, call me ignorant. It's my very first official purchase, miscellaneous eBay posters and wall scrolls notwithstanding. It was shipped in from his retailer in Japan, the cargo ship docking at the harbour, the van taking it to the Comics C headquarters, then despatched to my local outlet. My friend SMSed me the moment it came, loyal her. Even though I was really tired from being on my feet the whole day, the moment I received that SMS, my fatigation just went poof, and I ran right over. I'm serious. Yesterday was a Friday and afternoons at the mall are really really crowded, especially since it's the school holidays now. Still, I just barged and dodged and darted and excuse me-ed my way through the throng and was leaning on the counter grinning at my friend not more than 5 minutes after I had received the message. ^__^ *wins*
My sister joined me at her own pace, and I had to be patient while my friend served some other customers, but when she eventually rang the change and the parcel was officially mine, I started bouncing. No kidding. I went on my tippytoes and started bouncing boing-boing-boing with the silliest puppy-dog-I-GOT-A-NEW-CHEW-TOY-XD grin. If I'd had a tail, it would've been going at 466mph.
I shall hang it up only when we move! Right now it's lying on my bed, facing the breeze from the open window. I'm mooning it. *__*
(...Y'know, you can sun something, right? =D)
I...
just opened my Gackt 2007 calendar.
o.o
0.0
O.O
@.@!!!
Dead tired, Crescent carnival today was exhausting, sitting around and watching my *other* teammates play Real hockey, and some sec ones annoyed the hell out of me... I dragged myself home at a speed of about 1km/h.
But coming home to that rolled-up package, now... It was just so worth it.
I opened it sloooooowly, savouring every moment... Turning the pages oh-so-deliciously... Once, in normal light, and again in romantic yellow lamp light. And afterward I floated out of my bedroom, a foolish smile on my face, drunk on the sheer beauty of.
Well.
Who else?
I deliberately didn't look at any scans of the calendar before I received mine. I don't like spoilers. The wait wasn't easy; I continually hounded my Comics C friend for it, it was supposed to come in mid-November. But when it eventually did... it was SO worth it.
*wins* Call me an ass, call me ignorant. It's my very first official purchase, miscellaneous eBay posters and wall scrolls notwithstanding. It was shipped in from his retailer in Japan, the cargo ship docking at the harbour, the van taking it to the Comics C headquarters, then despatched to my local outlet. My friend SMSed me the moment it came, loyal her. Even though I was really tired from being on my feet the whole day, the moment I received that SMS, my fatigation just went poof, and I ran right over. I'm serious. Yesterday was a Friday and afternoons at the mall are really really crowded, especially since it's the school holidays now. Still, I just barged and dodged and darted and excuse me-ed my way through the throng and was leaning on the counter grinning at my friend not more than 5 minutes after I had received the message. ^__^ *wins*
My sister joined me at her own pace, and I had to be patient while my friend served some other customers, but when she eventually rang the change and the parcel was officially mine, I started bouncing. No kidding. I went on my tippytoes and started bouncing boing-boing-boing with the silliest puppy-dog-I-GOT-A-NEW-CHEW-TOY-XD grin. If I'd had a tail, it would've been going at 466mph.
I shall hang it up only when we move! Right now it's lying on my bed, facing the breeze from the open window. I'm mooning it. *__*
(...Y'know, you can sun something, right? =D)
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Equator = North Pole
Dec. 20th, 2006 | 11:17 pm
Current Mood: 
cold
Current Music: Nausicaa OST- Joe Hisaishi - Ohmu to no Kouryuu
Omfg it's COLD!!!!!!!!!
Winter season, I guess, so as a tropical country we only get rain and rain and rain and rain and rain and more rain... but gods' luck I am FREEZING my butt off here!!! It rained non-stop the last three days and some of the lower regions of Singapore got flooded... T'was fun, seeing on the news video clips of that nursery (the plant kind, not the kid kind) near my place being totally flooded: people up to their knees in murky water, wading about calling instructions; vehicles splashing through Lilliputian rivers; a vacated taxi, bobbing about forlornly. My sister and I sat at home that day blasting music through the house or watching Hayao Miyazaki films XD
Training on Monday was friggin icy. It was raining the whole time, and I played like a n00b, and somehow managed to get sunburnt through the post-floor-mopping-grey clouds. (Is it only my house that's that dirty?) I guess it was inevitable that my diaphanous constitution would bestow upon me the holiest of holy illnesses: influenza.
Dublew tee eff, maun!
Ergo I stayed away from the next day's match from 10am to 12pm, and again for today's training with MI, and I don't regret the decision... not *that* much, anyway. When I woke on Tuesday morning the tiles were so insanely cold the first thing I did was grab my super thick Sam&K jacket and the tissue paper box.
...Besides, for the whole of today my nose was crying!!! And it didn't seem to like me much either. It kept trying to escape from me.
*nose leaks* *I blow* *nose runs* *nose leaks* *I blow* *nose runs* *nose leaks* *I blow* *nose runs*
Silly thing couldn't see that I was just trying to help 'im!
While my sister and I were walking to the Central Library, snugly bundled up in warm tees and jeans, an old man on a bicycle sounded his bell a good number of times before finally whizzing in between us. "Oh, so he meant me," exclaimed my sotong sister. "So ganjiong for what! No need to ring so many times right..!"
We watched the old man approach a barricade which cut off the path, guiding people to a sheltered sidewalk. He rang his bell at it before cycling slowly around.
LMFAO
I think I was the first to start giggling; then we couldn't stop, and the bout was renewed when we heard his bell a little further on. "He probably rang at the traffic light!"
Winter season, I guess, so as a tropical country we only get rain and rain and rain and rain and rain and more rain... but gods' luck I am FREEZING my butt off here!!! It rained non-stop the last three days and some of the lower regions of Singapore got flooded... T'was fun, seeing on the news video clips of that nursery (the plant kind, not the kid kind) near my place being totally flooded: people up to their knees in murky water, wading about calling instructions; vehicles splashing through Lilliputian rivers; a vacated taxi, bobbing about forlornly. My sister and I sat at home that day blasting music through the house or watching Hayao Miyazaki films XD
Training on Monday was friggin icy. It was raining the whole time, and I played like a n00b, and somehow managed to get sunburnt through the post-floor-mopping-grey clouds. (Is it only my house that's that dirty?) I guess it was inevitable that my diaphanous constitution would bestow upon me the holiest of holy illnesses: influenza.
Dublew tee eff, maun!
Ergo I stayed away from the next day's match from 10am to 12pm, and again for today's training with MI, and I don't regret the decision... not *that* much, anyway. When I woke on Tuesday morning the tiles were so insanely cold the first thing I did was grab my super thick Sam&K jacket and the tissue paper box.
...Besides, for the whole of today my nose was crying!!! And it didn't seem to like me much either. It kept trying to escape from me.
*nose leaks* *I blow* *nose runs* *nose leaks* *I blow* *nose runs* *nose leaks* *I blow* *nose runs*
Silly thing couldn't see that I was just trying to help 'im!
While my sister and I were walking to the Central Library, snugly bundled up in warm tees and jeans, an old man on a bicycle sounded his bell a good number of times before finally whizzing in between us. "Oh, so he meant me," exclaimed my sotong sister. "So ganjiong for what! No need to ring so many times right..!"
We watched the old man approach a barricade which cut off the path, guiding people to a sheltered sidewalk. He rang his bell at it before cycling slowly around.
LMFAO
I think I was the first to start giggling; then we couldn't stop, and the bout was renewed when we heard his bell a little further on. "He probably rang at the traffic light!"