Current mood: A tad bit delirious.
Current music: GO NINJA GO NINJA GO! [x 3]

Yo.
I finally decided to knock off the 'Location' thing. HAHA.
Anyways, I just came back from Ickle's house, spent some time watching her and her brother play Audition. Like, seriously? And I played Dynasty Warriors 5 with her bro also. Lol. Retarded.
I went there 'cause I left my sketchbook [which has Sasuke drawn in blue on the front cover. S-A-S-U-K-E.] and the hair accessories I bought from Chameleon.
I had to leave her house early 'cause I promised my mama that I'd get her bubble tea. -.-
Btw, I can't believe two of my squadmates tagged on my tagboard, and said that I shouldn't feel guilty for not attending nco camp and that no one in the squad would hate me.
They're such nice people. -sigh-
OMFG [change of topic] Only an hour left till my most awaited indonesian drama series! HAHA. Man, it's like a ... urhm... secret guilty pleasure. LAWL.
Hmm.
I was thinking of typing my fanfic after the show.
And, YES, I actually write stuff [I'm just a highly imaginative girl, okay?!].
If you happen to, very strangely [strange, 'cause there isn't actually a lot of Singaporean people there], read FanFictions [that's a link, yeah!], try spotting me amonsgt the mass of authors. HAH. A very dumb hint: I tend to write Naruto fics [durh] and the pairing would be SasuSaku [uhm, hello? Sasuke?]. MUAHAHA.
But seriously, reading [good] fanfics is good for your english.
Some fics are thrash, but if you know how to pick the better ones among the rest, it'll be doing you a whole lot of good. Besides, the characters'll be existing characters, like, Harry Potter, or Sasuke, or [URGH] Hannah Montana. HAHA.
.
I have no idea why I just revealed my [deepest, darkest, not-so] secret.
Ahh well.
Stupid ninja rap.

Current mood: Pretty much smitten-ed.
Current music: 'Cause you're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no; make up your mind, yo.
Location: Somewhere between Mars and Venus. Whatever. I never really paid attention about the Solar system.

Yo.
I just finished watching the only indonesian drama series I can actually stand, Suci. I mean, seriously? At least the main girl can stand up for herself and the other main-ish guys are kinda cute. HAHA. -.-
I'll give you a hint on which one I prefer the most over the three main-ish guys. XD
He's the middle brother.
LOL.
Middle brothers always tend to be the most... uh... fanciable?
Like, Joe and Nick Jonas, for instance. 'Cause they're the technically the middles, 'cause Frankie's the youngest.
Anyways, I've been sms-ing FreakyFlirt for the entirety of the show, mostly about the middle brother. Haha.
And she told me something about marrying an indonesian guy when she grows up. I cracked up at my phone when I read that. I mean, okay la. Indonesian guys tend to be cuter and stuff, but I won't be able to understand what shit they're talking. -.-
Pssh. Whatever.
Hmm.
My NPCC squadmates should be back by now. I should be feeling immensely guilty for not attending the craptastic camp, but I'm not, not really, at least. So, what the heck.
I kinda regret missing it though. Now my squad's gonna hate me, if they even notice me.
HAH.
Whatever.
OMFG I just found out from a very resourceful source of mine that there're others besides me who skipped nco camp. That totally makes me feel better.
Ahh. I just talked to a friend from npcc who went for the camp.
Now I feel guilty. Like heck.
-.-
Fantastic.

Current mood: Still saddened after watching Titanic. -.-
Current music: Until the day I die, I'll spill my heart for you.
Location: My incredibly stuffy room.

Yo.
Bloody hell.
Titanic is the saddest-freaking-thing I have ever seen.
Seriously. It's like, damn sad.
How dare people say Twilight is the new Titanic?!
Titanic is epic, a freaking legend. And it has a cute main guy, and the effects aren't stingy.
Twilight is stupid, a disgrace to the book. And the movie was just plain corny.
I mean, seriously, both movies have the main guy protecting the girl with everything they've got, and somehow, Titanic pulled it off way better than Twilight did.
What Edward Cullen went through to save Bella was cheesecake la, please people. Now, Jack went through shit and ice [and he's no vamp, mind you] just to get Rose to safety, and in the end he still died. I would've cried if I was home alone. HAHA.
Anyway, I know I'm supposed to be in NCO camp right now instead of yapping on about some uber romantic/sad show.
My poor, poor squadmates. They're probably getting thrashed right now as I type.
Oh well.
I was overseas, so I couldn't attend camp. I asked my dad to sms my incredibly rude NPCC teach-in-charge. Actually, I typed the sms on his phone and sent it, but my dad knows, obviously. And she replied saying that I need to give her a letter when school reopens and I can't be an NCO if I don't attend the camp or some shit like that. I wanted to reply with an 'Okay. :)' but my dad thought it was unprofessional. So, what the heck.
Anyways.
I just came back from Batam yesterday, and fell asleep from like, 5pm yesterday to 11 am this morning. I'm crazy. Thank you very much.
The best thing that happened at Batam was that I went jet-skiing. It's like, I was in the middle of the freaking sea, and it felt like nothing. -.- Seriously, I thought of trying to stand on the opaque-ish green water and see what would happen, but I couldn't jump off a moving jet-ski, could I?
And a tip for people who plan to go jet-skiing: Ride against the waves at top speed.
It's the awesomest freaking thing to do on a jet ski. HAHA. Just don't fall, though.
Ah well. I'm bored, kinda dizzy, and bored.
So I'll just go do some SasuSaku stuff which I've been missing out on for the past few days.
Later.

Current mood: Why the heck did I even add this thing if I don't know what I'm gonna type?
Current music: Sometimes I wish I could save you. Sometimes I don't.
Location: Why'd I add this also, anyway? It's not like I'm gonna move my desktop com anywhere.

Yo.
Today's post is something about siblings, hence the title. Durh.
You see, I was doing some random [and rather depressing] thinking about why the hell my house is always so damn quiet. And why I feel like I barely talk at home.
Know why?
Because I'm the only child. I don't have siblings like you lucky assholes out there have.
Seriously, I wouldn't even mind a step-sibling. It'll be so much better than being alone, you know?
Yeah yeah, I know there're plenty of people out there with siblings complain and whine and feel like throttling their siblings because they annoy the heck outta you. But isn't that much much better than having no one to throttle, no one to talk to [other than your parents, which I don't fancy doing] and no one your age to confide in.
There're others who hate their siblings because their parents prefer their sis or bro over them. Favoritism, eh?
I wouldn't mind that, because at least the attention would be diverted away from me. They wouldn't expect so many freakin' things from me. I wouldn't have to be the perfect child.
You know how younger siblings tend to steal your chocolate or something?
Heck, I wouldn't care if I had a younger sibling who would steal my underwear to make into a slingshot.
... Okay maybe I would be pissed, but at least the house won't be so friggin' quiet.
Trust me people, being an only child is no walk in the park.
Cherish your siblings. Thrash'em because you love'em.
...
Doesn't make much sense, eh? Been thinking too much to even type a decent, long, post. Sigh.
Ah well.
Whatevs.
Later.

Current mood: Can't feel my fingers. It's so effing cold.
Current music: [insert some random Japanese words]
Location: My cold, cold, room.

Yo.
I don't feel like blogging today so it'll be a really short post.
Had a nice, long, and emotionally draining talk with Ickle on msn. And we cleared up whatever with whatever. Something changed between Twiggy, Ickle and I, but it's probably for the best.
Then I chased Kiki around the house, like a game of cat and mouse, except that the cat is the mouse. It's fun to chase a cat. Really.
F.Y.I, I found out that you can polish imitated Tiffany & Co. bracelet with Autosol [this toothpaste-looking thing which you use to polish metal] and it seriously SHINES.
Now I'm cracking up at the Naruto forums they have on fanfiction.net. The stuff they say there is freaking ridiculous. And yet highly entertaining.
Later, yo.

Current mood: I dunno. I remember I'm supposed to be pissed at someone but I forgot why.
Current music: You're the new classic, baby!
Location: In my dark, dark room. The bulbs're busted. -.-

Yo.
I got my NCO camp notes earlier on in the afternoon from JiaWei [spanx, dude!] at Admiralty MRT. She rebonded her hair! LOL. It looks good on her.
Back to the NCO camp notes.
It's.
Friggin'.
Thick.
It's like, a mini-freakin'-handbook or something. There's detailed steps on how to do the drills and the knot-tying and shit.
And for some reason I gave a second thought about not going for NCO camp.
I mean, I'm not the kind who'd leave behind my team mates in torture camp while I have the time of my life stuffing my face with BBQ.
...
Okay, maybe I am.
But that's not the point!
The point is, I'd feel guilty, because, like JiaWei said, it's 'abandoning' them. And the notes look like fun [zomfg].
And I wanna do Night Patrol! LAWL. Seriously, it's fun. I just have a thing for playing wiht torchlights in the middle of the night. The only thing I hate is that there'll be tons of shitty lectures and drills.
Which sucks, big time.
I just realised this post is damn retarded.
Then again, so are my other posts.
HAHA.
Btw, I just changed my blogskin [again]. Almost forgot to mention it, lol.
As you can see, it's mostly black, with some colours somewhere. And I changed the icons at the top right corner into some Sasuke [obviously] and Sakura icons. They are SO meant for each other.
I still wonder why I even bother blogging. I mean, it's not like anyone would actually read it and anticipate my posts or something, which is rather weird, because, seriously? Who the hell waits for people to update their blogs? Omfg I'm rambling.
Then again, that's what blogs are for.
I just bathed Kiki today, and she smells awesomely cute now. Not that she wasn't already before that. Lurve you, Kiki!!
Currently, I'm talking thrash with Umaga. Been so long since I've talked to her. Haha.
Oh, and Twiggy's sick! She's like, damn sick, she can't eat anything 'cause she'll barf it right back out, and she has stomach pain AND cramps. How freaking sad is that?
Oh, and there's a physco [is that how you spell it?] on my tagboard going by the name of 'sakura'. I like her though [as an aqquaintance, dipshit!], because she's a Sasuke fanatic.
Ah well, I ran out of things to talk about.
I feel like reading fanfics, outta sudden.
And watching cosplay videos.
-.-
I lead SUCH a life.

Current mood: Bla ble bla ble bla. Does that mean anything to you?
Current music: Flying through the night, flying through the night, way freakin' up high.
Location: The pathetic red chair which I broke something from, but not sure what.

Yo.
I'm extremely tired, for some reason today, but I had the sudden urge and enthusiasm [??] to blog.
-.-
Anyway.
I just came back from JB [JONAS BROTHERS!], Johor Bahru [darn.] to fix my aunt's car. Lawl. The jam was horrendous.
Oh yeah.
I decided not to go to NCO camp.
ZOMFGWTFH right?
I was thinking and thinking and thinking; it wouldn't do me any worst or better if I didn't become NCO once I graduate from secondary school. Like, seriously, I don't give two [FOUR!] shits if I become NCO or not. All this trashy NPCC shit's irritating.
Btw, random, but I admire my aunt, 'cause she was an NPCC cadet in her school days, and she was a private from Sec 1 till 4. So freakin' cool.
Back to whatever.
I mean, for people who actually HAVE ambitions and future plans which involves NPCC, then go ahead, knock yourself out [and down]. For those who don't [like me], think about it; you work so damn hard to become NCO , then you graduate, then...?
Okay, yes, you get to pump the Sec 1s and 2s, and probably me, too, 'cause I'll be inferior to the NCOs [dang it], but you'll have to do double of what you give them, which is incredibly stupid. There's also more stress for NCOs. I mean, all that admin shit, and you have to plan events and trainings and e-ve-ry-thing for the cadets. All I really care about is my sargent rank.
...
Unless I have to go for NCO camp to get the damn rank...
Then again, I don't think so.
That stinkin' Teck Soon can become NCO AND one of the Top Five [AND sargent], and he didn't even attend the stinkin' NCO camp.
So overall, I don't think it's worth it to go for NCO camp and kill myself, when I can go overseas with my family and enjoy the awesome barbeque and the awesome pool and the awesome resort...
On the same days NCO camp is held on!
MUAHAHA!
I have a valid reason, baby!
HELL YEAH!

Current mood: Over Saturn. Seriously. I'm giggling hysterically.
Current music: We were born for this, yeah!
Location: Somewhere between Wednesday and Friday.

Yo.
I just came back [again] from going down with Twiggy. I found out [actually I kinda suspected this before] that I have a sick obsession for fire. Seriously. Yesterday and today I lit up all the candles in my house and created mini-bonfires with Twiggy.
There was a time when one of the match sticks I was holding over the fire suddenly flared up and burnt my finger. Now it feels kinda numb. Lawl.
And I put a Polo mint sweet in that fire, and Twiggy put that cigarette-looking sweet thing, and it bubbled and melted, and the smoke was just WOW. I was like, screaming, 'My EYES! They BURN!!' when Twiggy ran somewhere to get papers from the letter boxes nearby to feed the dying flame.
But the fire was damn pretty man. It was like, mostly blue.
Something like this:



We were too late to take the nicer shots of the blue flame. Sigh.



Oh, and I got the Polo sweets [it's freakin' YUMMEH!]. I never knew they had the flavoured ones. There's three of the four flavours there. Green, blue, pink. I was thinking 'PowerPuff Girls' when I saw that. Lawl.
And Twiggy's getting me this Sasuke lighter thing for Christmas! YAY!!!!
Finally!
Something to look forward to!
Rock on.

Current mood: That feeling you get when you see someone(s) you've been close to in a new light? Yeah, I don't know what it's called.
Current music: If you asked me if I liked you, I'd lie and say yes.
Location: The throne of realization. [??]

Yo.
I just came back from going down to the park with Twiggy. She just came back from the cruise thing and got me this funny-looking albeit cool shell necklace from Thailand.
It was fun.
I decided it was fun to start a fire made out of match sticks. And in the middle of starting the awesome [puny] fire, we started talking about a certain someone whom I'm not gonna mentioned even though it'll be obvious who it is unless the person we're talking about is a moronic douche bag.
See, Twiggy and I started talking about our dear friend who's away with her cousins in Malaysia, and we were discussing her attitude. Man, it was weird, 'cause the truth was told, and the cycle was something like this; Twiggy and I would talk bad about her, though it's completely facts, and she and I would talk about Twiggy, and she'd tell me bad stuff about her, and I'd agree [SHADDUP! I'M GUILTY OKAY!] because from our perspective it's kinda true, and also I didn't hear Twiggy out. And she'll tell Twiggy stuff about me.
So it's a screwed-up circle.
So we talked and talked and talked.
And I realised that the one who's the big bad meanie's not Twiggy. [I actually thought she's a complete, and utter, loser. Prejudice, prejudice.]
The thing is, she's always complaining how people copy her. She thinks her whole life's a goddamn sad sob story.
The reason? She's always telling people what to wear and what to do, because everything's supposed to go her way, because her way's always the best. Because her opinion makes a whole big [bad] difference.
Because she strips away your individuality. Everyone has their own style, damnit.
She keeps saying she's no ah lian. Then again, the way she dresses IS ah lian. I assume that she thinks that she's got the best damn fashion sense there is, since she's always telling Twiggy what to wear and not to wear. Jeez. Let the girl wear what she wants and is comfortable in, man.
Besides, Twiggy probably ... erm... copied her because, well, Twiggy's a lonely person, and she suddenly has friends. Obviously she'll try her hardest to fit in. And what better way then to be exactly like the one who fits in easily?
And she has that whole 'I'm cool and you're not' thing going on. Seriously. She thinks she's emo, cute and kiddy. She freakin' ACTS CUTE and KIDDY. It gets old, ya know. There's only so much of a kid a retarded 14-year-old can act as.
She hates people because they have something that she doesn't. I'm not even going to comment on that.
And also, she says the meanest freakin' thing which she might not, or pretend not to, notice that she's hurt someone. I don't get it; she hurts people like nobody's business, and yet Twiggy and I remain silent about it. We don't dare to say stuff that might even remotely hurt her, intentionally or not. I don't give a crap if she doesn't realise that she's hurting people, because it's happened too many times.
She's an obsessive gamer. Her entire freakin' [pathetic] life freakin' revolves around gaming, till a point where it's not even a life anymore. Seriously. Her mum confiscated her laptop, and she rips apart the drawer. Says a lot, eh?
Her obsession is becoming so much more it's affecting people around her, damnit. Seriously, Twiggy and I feel like thrash whenever we're with her. She's just so goddamned depressing to be with.
And she has effing issues with people with meat. Just because she's a pathetic loser with skin and bones doesn't mean other people who have meat in their bodies are fat. I mean, seriously, she says I'm fat [okay, maybe I am.], but I'd rather have meat in my ass rather than nothing at all.
She says gaming is more educational than watching YouTube videos.
Hmm. Let's see. Gaming vs YouTube? Ding ding ding! We have a winner!
YouTube's more educational, you loser. She says Warcraft is educational, because it enhances your strategic thinking. Well, guess what? When you're done with Warcraft, and all the other stuff you play, there won't be a brain. It'll all be mush.
YouTube has an incredibly wide variety of stuff. It depends on what you watch, and you're sorta influenced by it. There's actually a lot of stuff you can learn. [Obsessive] Gaming only influences one thing, and it leads to the rotting of your brain.
She says she's a loner and no one wants to be with her.
Look around you, you friggin' asswipe!
What the hell have Twiggy and I been doing, then?! We're, dare I say, the closest damn thing you have to best friends. You keep saying that no one understands you. Guess what? IT'S 'CAUSE YOU DON'T TELL US ANYTHING! You have classmates who say Hi to you, whereas Twiggy doesn't even get a glance from her classmates. That's what a loner is like, you idiot. And she tries to make friends. You, on the other hand, have friends and yet you push them away with your intolerable attitude.
Oh, and the thing about her maple-hubby whom she so-called 'loved'. I don't blame him for not giving two shits about her, because, well, he's her ex-MAPLE-husband.
And Kiwi. Kiwi Kiwi Kiwi. That's all you freakin' talk about. You say you're in love, and that he's your one and only true love. Guess what? That's what everyone says when they're having a massive crush on someone. And even if it WAS true love, if fate meant for it to be, you WILL end up together, somehow. So suck it up and quit whining about it.
She says she wants to get into the Pure Sciences and get into A. Maths because that course she wants in poly requires it. She says it like it'll happen, because everything'll definitely go her way. Know why it didn't? Because you were gaming all the stinkin' time, and didn't even try to study for something which your future depended on.
Man, I feel good after typing this. And at some point of time I went to the kitchen to get the jar of peanut butter and started eating it just like that. It's yummy okay.
Twiggy's typing a, probably, much more detailed version of whatever I typed. She's pissed, alright. And she's the main victim.
So I'll just end this off with this:
To Twiggy: I am freaking terribly sorry for all that shit I thought of you before. Seriously, I would dedicate 'Sorry' by the Jonas Brothers to you, but it'll be really weird.
To Her: Get a life.

Current mood: Very, very relieved.
Current music: GO NINJA GO NINJA GO! GO NINJA GO NINJA GO!
Location: Within the confines of my disturbingly neat room.

Holla.
My comp crashed [again] and I couldn't use it [obviously] for the past two days. The horror! Thank god I have a hacker of a cousin. LAWL.
Anyway, I went out to the park with FreakyFlirt [because everytime I see her, she always tends to have a new guy. She's a good, but annoying, friend] to study on Sunday. I copied her Physics paper [HAH!] and I helped her with English, though I didn't know what the heck Autism was.
And then I got too bored [my attention span's pathetic] so I decided to get some excersice and I went around playing with the monkey bar and that awesome moon-walk-y thing. FreakyFlirt was cam-whoring and I was just embracing the outside world. Seriously, it's not everyday I get to go out, okay.
Got some pictures from her phone
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At some point of time we started attempting to do the 'Boy Band' pose. Y'know, all those stinkin' typical boy-band poses they have on boy-band CD covers. I'd say we failed. FreakyFlirt's lil' bro took the pic for us. Kid's got potential.



And then her lil' bro was trying to climb on the thing, but I did it first! MUAHA! Stuff THAT up your ass, eh kid?!



We were bored and the seat made my ass hurt. And FreakyFlirt was armed with a camera.



I wasn't kidding when I said I was embracing the outside world.

Btw, yes, I cut my stinkin' hair. It looks friggin' oogleh now. Seriously.
My comp died on me only after I came home from studying. And so I spent the next four hours after that mourning. And then I went to sleep.
Yesterday, I did... nothing.
Yeah. Basically all I did was bath, rot, eat, rot somemore, sleep.
Come to think of it, I forgot to meet up with a friend to get my NPCC notes yesterday.
...
Ah well.