[tsu spat acid and acted dandy at 08:34 a.m.]

Dissonance

Listening to: Flame - Hide

I'm blogging in school ^^;;;;;

Yesterday was pretty good, cos I had 12 hours of sleep. Went for school, ended up with a fever and -still- was stupid enough to for tuition. Went for tution but she wasn't there so I waited from 4pm - 5.30pm. Then I called my mom and she picked me up. Went home, had dinner and popped 2 panadols before snoozing...ZzzzzZzzzzzzz....

And I still went to school today for a Chemistry test.

Why am I so silly and din't take an MC?

Anyways, quarreled abit with Auddy. I feel bad about it, but........it's like, too far? It's okay to joke, I'm fine with teasing but everything has a -limit-. Either that, or something else is bugging me. I'm kinda worried about Alex cos I haven't seen her online or called her offline. Shoot. And my exams are in 2! Weeks!.....//curses mentally//

Other than that, everything is more or less fine. I don't have any free time but I can make it. I will make it. Or go crazy in the process.........Have some lovely stalker-esque style stories in mind. But nothing much, it's hard to feel creative when you're half asleep and shit tired.

One day.....I solemnly swear to kill Joyce. One day.

An illusion is all we see
What we percieve
Is but a dream
In transition

Sometimes
The music is a demanding lover
Drains your body
Fills your spirit
Choking you, suffocating you
But then again
It's the most beautiful dream on Earth
All in transition

It's so strange isn't it? I've never really planned to do anything with my life, except drown in sounds but I can't play any musical instrument. I wish I could dream forever. I wish I could dream endlessly. And forget everything. No people. No weird relationships that never go anywhere. No nothing. Just wonderful wonderful dreams

And people wonder if I'm taking drugs

---------------Randomness---------------

The room is wide and empty, parquet floors, crystal chandeliers, smooth white walls and a single harpischord.

He is playing.

Music flows through his body, sustaining him. Fingers running through the keys playing an insane melody. Broken fragments of melodies join into a single tune. He humms with it. Head tosses as he presses into the keys. His eyes closed in euphoric joy as he hears the music only he can hear.

High pressure
Hey sister, can you hear the moonlight speak?
Breaking point
Hey sister, hear her sing her joyous song
Hey sister, join us in the moonlight dance

He doesn't really care, music is all that matters. The singing madness, coursing in waves like strings which puppets will always dance to. This is his waltz, this is his life. This is all that matters.

All that matters.

All that matters to those who hear it.

Even in solitude, nothing matters because it sings into you
Even alone, you are never truly free of it because you hear it

His fingers crash as he plays the final keys. He doesn't know if his body can such pain. But he has to play on. For his lover. For his music.

He will die for it

So we leave him now, sick man in a slient room. Alone yet not. With music and crashing keys, orchestras that play when he dies with his swan song. Deathy music. Come, let us leave him to his peace....

Will you resist the siren song?

------------End--------------------------

It's going to rain soon and it's getting colder and colder here in S'pore. The sky is yellow with rain, tree tops seem to glow a misty yellow green that's so way out creepy. Rain shouldn't be yellow sky. It's like layered cakes, creamy scary yellow, pale moody greys and smooth blue above. The sky is being dotty. And it's not good.

I wish I was somewhere else

love

tsu

[tsu spat acid and acted dandy at 11:01 a.m.]

Savvy?

Listening to: Lots of weird stuff.

Sleepy sleepy sleep. Slept during English and Math.....Yesterday's movie was FANTASTIC only that I was really late for Science class and rushed all the way to Sembawang hills. Far~~~~~>>.< Had a really light dinner, finished an essay which I tore later //I don't care if people say it's good, it's not good enough for me// and showered at 12 midnight. I think I'm the only person who actually showers so late and eats dinner at 11.30pm. It's a weird feeling. Like the clock is screwed, you're screwed and your timing is screwed. Disorientating.

Went for tuition, blah blah and felt tired. BUT I SURVIVED!!! Melody agreeded to be our actress, but the venue's a problem. Okay. I'll scout somemore. *sighs* Working out copyrights is hell problematic.

Story 1: Dedicated to my fellow Jack/Will or Will/Jack pals Much love and rum to ya all! Savvy?

---------------RANDOM-------------------------------

You better start believing in Slash stories Mr Turner, you're in one!

New Orleans was a messy place. If you weren't hit on by a drunkard with a glass bottle you were hit on by a pervert with a groping hand. Places like these should be avoided. Places like these, attracted many a pirate.

"So what are you doing here, laddie?"

Rakish pose, upturned hat, wild hair twisted into a madness of knots and beads. And a swagger he never forgot.

"Jack Sparrow". He breathed.

"Well? Where's the fair Elizabeth? And the mini-Turners you ought to have?", he said, grinning wickedly as he remembered the woman who drank rum like a man and danced like a mad dog in the islands of the Caribbean.

"She tried to kill me the last time we met" he said, grabbing hold of a mug of rum, swinging it into his mouth. Drink, drink drink and drown your sorrows in rum. He chuckled at the thought.

"So you really -are- an enuch. Come m'boy, let's order another round of rum". A raised glass. "For the stupidity of womankind!" "Aye!" Clunk! And another mug gone.

"You know somethiiiing fu-fu-funny?" He said, slurring his words slightly. "That-that-Eliza-That woman said that I was in love! With you!" Slamming his mug down, he pondered the question. "Not that you weren't all that dashing with the guns and all.....but-but-" His lowere lip trembled. "Maybe she was right". With this, he promptly passed out. It's so easy
Just think of the sea
And let it go free

Jack stared at unconcious man. Well. Lust he understood, but a declaration of love? In a bar? In New Orleans of all places? He started to laugh. Well well well. Scooping the young man up in his arms, he dragged him to the Black Pearl. Not for anything nefarious per se, twas bad to take advantage of anyoe drunk, even if he was in love with him. Yet, at least. A smile curved wickedly on his face. Wait til you wake up m'lad and see what Captain Jack Sparrow has in store for you"

His head felt like the whole of the Armanda has bombed it. "William~!" A thousand cannons fired into his poor brain. "William!" A rough hand shook him up. His eyes flew open. Jack Sparrow. "Owww.............." He felt the thrumming stop for a second. "Drink up boy, rum's a good thing at night and a devil in the morning". He carefully took a small sip and immediately felt better.

He thought.

And thought.

And paled at the thought. Oh. Yesterday.

It wasn't like he regretted anything he said. Jack -was- dashing,-was- handsome and everything else he wanted. Enuch huh? We'll see about that.

Slowly, he sat up at the edge of the bed. "I remember what happened yesterday." A hand froze. "I love you". Blink. He was treated to the rare sight of seeing the infamous Jack Sparrow, pinching himself. 'Well?" He asked. "Pain -and- useless, I must be dreaming that I am dreaming that Will is dreaming...." Sighing, he walked over to Jack

Placing his hand on the mound of Jack's pants, he moaned into his ear. 'So this isn't real either huh? Enuch? I remember?"

"If I remember correctly, someone was teaching me about moments. And now, I think, is the opportune moment to do -this-" Squeezing his hand gently, he earned a short gasp from the man beside him.

A khol-rimmed eye glinted. Payback.

"I see you're no enuch boy and your craftmanship must be applauded apon", he said, rubbing their hips together suggestively.

"A craftsman is always glad to hear his work is appreaciated". A soft groan, as the pleasure increased tenfold. "However, a man must always hone his craftsmanship as well as swordsmanship." He barely choked the snetance out as Jack did something that caused his mind to go temporarily blank in pleasure isle.

A shap nip at the collar brought him back. "I can think of something, Black Pearl is short of a member, will you be my man? Can you sail under a pirate's command?"

Dark eyes comtemplated the thought seriously.

"Aye"

A joyful smile.

Come one, bring me that horizon"

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That ranks PG-13. If ya want the NC-17 version, drop a mail and I'll deliver it to you. It's cos a blog is way to public for it. Little unwary kiddies might be reading this. XD XD. Loveaduck people!

Story 2: Dedication story for leXis. I hope you like it!

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Counterparts

She stands before them. Woman. Height of fertility, long lustrous hair, voluptous breasts, hips, swinging with the promise of sex and rebirth.

The mother
We remember
Birth and rebirth
They call her by her names
Ester, Dawn, Kali, Mary.....
We remember

He stands before them.Man. Strength in his features, power in his gaze, muscles, glowing with the vitality and virility of man. The epitome of masculiantity.

The father
We remember
Time and Death
They call him by his names
Apollo, Jesus, Allah, Ra....
We remember

---Andygourus

She walks to the cafe, skirt primed and posed. Eyed lined, lips painted, skin flawnessly porcelein. Her delicate high heels click and clack as the step into the blue tiled floor. Her voice is girlishly soft as she orders a coffee. This is expected of a lady. She crosses her slim legs, and stares outside to the bustering city. Streetwalks covered with nameless faces, rushing past to catch a bus. Men and woman, equal and same. Grey suits and black pants. Busy traffic lights change from red to green, cars zooming past to reach their destination, releasing their noxious gasses into the atmosphere.

She is thinking.

Of her. Of him.

She goes to a bathroom.

She changes. Lips now drak in hue, skinned tanned from sun, pants worned sluggishly low, his hair, short and spikky, like every man on the street. His eyes now burns with a smolering fire of maleness. Burning with strenght.

He walks out. Picking up her coffee, he gulps it down. Ignoring the heat, he braves the pain of burning like a man. It is expected of him. He sits and sprawls on the seat, winking and flirting with every waitress. He too, looks at the city sidewalks and streetways.

He is thinking.

Of him. Of her.

With a crude gesture, a blushing waitress prepares the bill. He signs it in an untidy scrawl and jauntily prepares to walk out.

"Your lady friend is still in the washroom. Aren't you waiting for her?"

Giving the properiteress a mischivious smile he grins, "No, she already left".

He walks off to the washroom

She walks out daintily to the streets.

Who, you ask, is male? Who, you ask, is female?

They are one, is the reply, they are counterparts.

---------------End---------------------------------------

love and rum!

tsu

[tsu spat acid and acted dandy at 08:15 a.m.]

Twixt and Twists

Listening to: Nothing in particular.

Try this tongue twister XD XD:

Tootsie-twisting Will Turner twisted his turning tushy tosh for Jack

Boredom, as you can see, does wonders. Especially when you're studying Physics.

I thought yesterday was bad. Today is even worse. Ah shoot. No time. STUPID BROTHERS!!!

For heaven's sake I have 3! fuxxxin stories to write. And I'm still pissy. Just before I forgot. Story one about Jin Telong, the sculptor's house there, where they make the weird head thingys. Story 2) Comedy. whoo hoo! The Jack x Will story I've be planning and planning XD XD Story 3)Dedication story, 3rd person POV about a really cool house. Out of Plastic ^___________^ Auddy, your sadism spurns me to new heights of evil.

I need to dump the stories somewhere. Really. Cos they're all cankering to get out. I'll have to blog on Tues then since that's my only free day. Fuxxin hell.

Blah blah blah. Life sucks. Mom's taking away the Dreamcast. (NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! SKIES OF ACARDIA!!!!) and my sis just pissed me off VERY BADLY. No matter what you say, it's your actions that count. That's that.

So Mizu, Natz , Auddy and I are watching PIRATES on Monday!!!! Wheeee~~~~~ //can't wait for school to end// Wai wai wonderland!

I don't feel very well actually, I think I'm going to get a fever soon but it should be okay. I miss glomping people in school. Beware tomorrow XD XD XD

love

tsu

[tsu spat acid and acted dandy at 07:59 p.m.]

Trippy down Esplanade Lane

Listening to: Radiohead - Karma Police

YATTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~ KYOU'S BACK!!!!!!! *deliriously happy* Yay~!!!!!!~!!!

Thank kafetheresu.

Went to the Esplanade today and watched Potrait of an Empress. It's pretty good for a local poduction. The orchestra was good, the lighting effects were FANTASTIC (I love the way they used coloured lights to protray the tension) and the singers were fairly good.

My gripe:
I can't stand the TERRIBLE American accent the painter had. I don't care if she's American, thus allowed to slang. It sounds TERRIBLE when you sing in slang. TERRIBLE. The score was well written, except that can you PLEASE stop re using the same tunes over and over? Heck, even Disney has more variety and it gets repatitive after a while. Thar isn't good.

Act II was much better than Act I though. However they shouldn't have cut off the political part of the story because Cixi used the *smokescreen* to get power from the throne, not the alliance. //Overzealous history students are like this// Ah well, there was a scene so touching that I started to cry.

You can feel the pain of betrayal -radiating- off her. Like waves.

After that, had lovely lovely Hagen Diaz ice cream. //Bailey's and Belgian chocolate!// And went home. XD XD XD Found Mizu and Auddy on MSN and talked for a while and went to shower soon after~!

Didn't see leXis though...........

Oh yeah, I'm playing Skies of Acardia!!!!!!!!!! It's by Dreamcast and it's about PIRATES!!!! You get to go to high sky, mid sky, low sky, deep sky. I have my own ship called Delphinus too!!!~~! Even better, I'm known throughout the world that I am Vyse the Legend!!!!!!!! Ramirez is HOT. Okay, he's evil but HOT.

Pirates of the ArcardiaCarribean anyone?XD

Tried to teach my brother how to fold origami paper cranes and I just realized that he's -horrible- at it. Absolutely. Terrible. Fascinatingly terrible. How in the world can someone overfold an edge when it's RIGHT THERE?????????????? *is amazed*

Have stuff on tomorrow again, tuition, more tuition and tuition. Oh yeah, going out with mom on the 18 of Sept for SHOPPING!!! Yay~~!!! I like shopping for others, plus I don't really like Fall items so I;m helping mom instead. yay~~~

Happiest thing: Kyou's BACK!

PS.thanks for all your concern! *will blog more tomorrow! as well as a dedicated story*

love

tsu

[tsu spat acid and acted dandy at 12:59 a.m.]

Sweety Honey

Sweety honey, why do you make me cry?
Sweety honey, why do you do this to me?
Ain't I still your honey bunny?
Sweety honey, only you can make me cry

Bear with me, I'm not only pissed but tired. PISSED. really PISSED. Firstly, it was raining this morning so I wasted $6 on cab fare to Toa Payoh. Went for AA meeting. PISSED. Cos I couldn't get hold of any guy or any male actor. PISSED. Because I feel pressured and uncomfortable. And those are 2 feelings which I really hate. PISSED. Beacuse I called AUDDY! a record of 12!!!! times without anyone answering. Fuxx.....it you don't pick up, why give people your number in the first place?

Or maybe I'm just tired cos I didn't really have much of a holiday

I don't know -what- to think anymore. I don't even know -why- I have random stories on my blog. At first, it was fun. Now I feel that if I write crap I'm gonna be scolded for not living up to anyone's expectations. Like, if my grammer goes to hell or my sentance structure is screwed. It's like back in school, people don't like me because I'm tsu (except for a few) but they like me cos I draw, write and do stuff for them. *bitterly* I wonder if one day I can't do any of this will they hate me?

I feel like a factory.

Only that I produce ideas and not products.

What if I suddenly stop writing random stories? Would you read my blog?

I'm getting bitter with age I guess. Feeling is not nice. It's just sour-ish.

But since everyone expects it, I can't live it down ne? Have to ne? Even if I die die I also have to ne? Have to score As. Have to play play play. Have to do this. Have to be that.

there's no such thing as a true self, we're all products of society

Sweety honey, do you want a kiss?
Sweety honey, hang in there
Sweety honey, it's too early for you yet
Sweety honey, you can't die

It's a song I made up, I doubt anyone will understand. I mean, it sounds cute. Really cute.

Sweety honey, don't mind it
Sweety honey, warm yourself on the fire
Sweety honey, I don't want you to cry
Sweety honey, it's a special gift
Sweety honey, don't make me cry

Since everyone expects it. I'm gonna write. But this time, I'm gonna write -WHATEVER- I want to see. Even if it only makes sense to me.

-------RANDOM----------------------------------------

run run run but you can never hide

Jingle tinkle bells a ringing. Soft notes layered one above the other. //ling a ling a ling// The bell is ringing can you hear it from where you are?

tinkle and tinkle and jingle and jinle.

You walk you, money in your pocket. //ling a ling// Isn't the ice cream man ringing a ling? He's funny this old man. He calls to you, smiling from his white van. C'mon honey, get into the van. You walk up happy to know the secrets within

tinke and tinkle and jingle and jingle.

C'mon honey, the blade is just for you

C'mon honey this world is not made for you

C'mon honey let the blood flow out of you

C'mon honey here's a sweet for you

tinkle tinkle jingle jingle.

C'mon honey, here's the freezer for you

C'mon honey I love you so

tinkle tinkle jingle jingle

Ice cream man drives his van away. Smile happy on his face. Today he saved a child from the world. Today he saved innocene. Today he will drive away.

And tomorrow, he will save and fight for innocence.

Tinkle tinkle jungle jingle.

The white van drives away.

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I think I'm going crazy.

Please Kyou , if you can hear me, please come back now. Please come back now. I think mr doctor is coming back. Please help me.

loev

tsu

[tsu spat acid and acted dandy at 11:10 p.m.]

Kitchsy

Listening to: Karma Police - Radiohead

Woke up utterly happy and utterly lazy. When you wake up with clouds floating overhead, sinking into layers and layers of pillow cases and blankets and a barely remembered Yoshiki dream. You just feel damn good.

You much so that you roll over and sleep somemore.

I feel like I'm on a holiday! So I'm gonna be peculiarly unproductive despite wanting to write a story. *resists temptation* Oh well, tomorrow or Friday. Cos I just realized I'm busy till no end tomorrow.

Things to do:

-Study QA test
-Finish origami on interstellar tetrahedrons
-Write screenplay for Friday
-Draw screenplay for Friday
-Write the fame story for leXis
-Go for science tuition (3 hrs) *sighs*

So I'm gonna enjoy my one day holiday! Woke up for lunch/breakfast, ate mooncake and moved sloooowww...Had no tuition cos the Math teacher cancelled it. Wonderfully slow day. Yay~!!

I watched the clouds pass the sky
smelt the poverbial roses
Turned my hell I made one earth
To an utter heaven
just for one day
one holiday

I love holidays. Almost as much as I like people. XD XD

Beautiful days
To live it away
no destination
Just kisses

I'm quite happy! And I'm hungry too, suddenly. And I FEEL DANDY. Damnit. I feel super dandy.

Anyone interested in another round of Pirates of the Carribean? I wanna watch it again!


Good stuff, you are "Wedding? I love
weddings! Drinks all around." You're the
life of the party and nothing gets you down,
not even certain death at the hands of your
zombie nemesis or the Navy. Come to think of
it, realism isn't your strong suit...

Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?
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love

tsu

[tsu spat acid and acted dandy at 09:20 p.m.]

Spiffyness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Listening to : Dice - Hide

Whoopeee~!!! Yet another glaring, eyesore making, sunglass needed layout! //And people thought it was bad with Yoshiki in it// XD XD XD

----Random Dialouge------

Reporter: Did you ever ride Will's ship?
Jack: *swagger* Well, you see m'boy, I always took the stern
Reporter: Stern?
Jack: Hohohoho! He's got no experience in such *twirls hair* things.
Reporter: .........
Jack: No lady loving was better than I!
Will: *SLAP*
Jack: Maybe I deserved that........
Reporter: We were talking about sailing.
Jack: SAILING?!?
Reporter: Sailing.
Jack: *pirouettes* Oh DAWG!

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Auddy I love your layout! Let's all be dandy and decadant! *lounges around the house in radioactive jackets* Yay~!!!

love

tsu

[tsu spat acid and acted dandy at 02:31 p.m.]