Esh.

Listening to: Beautiful Day - U2

I looooooove this song. It's perfect! School was freezing cold, and the sky was stormy and rumbly. Reminds me of those Gothic Brit boarding schools, long hallways, dense oppressive atmosphere, slient as a grave, students hurrying along quietly, freezing in their starched school uniforms and jackets. It was sooooooooo cold, we actually went downstairs to eat.

We usually don't, and I DECLARE, the food is of questionable origins. QUESTIONABLE. I bought a plate of fried rice and Sharon bought a fish sandwhich. It's an unspoken agreement. The food is just weird. Eggs were so oily and cooked, Auddy proclaimed them to be radioactive with a green halo. The rice was dry, and a very very mysterious brown sauce poured over it. Yes, The Unknown Meat Sauce, god knows! We could have eaten human flesh and we wouldn't know. The fish was absolutely HORRENDEOUS. It's not impalatable, it's more like INEDIBLE. Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkk...

Went for Chinese class and was so tired. I went home and STILL had tuition, then I crashed on to the bed and slept till 8pm. I was so tired ne........And when you're tired, bad things start to happen. My eyes feel less swollen though, that's a good thing.

Auddy gave me a super duper cool Yoshiki cup!!!! Must thank her and glompuuuuuuuuuuu...

Okay, Physics homework and History to complete.

love
tsu

+tsu waited for you at 09:04 p.m.+

Sleepy..........................and Stage Set!

Listening to: Dido - No Angel and U2-Beautiful Day

Sleepy ne~~ Finished school, went to do my sicence particals. THANK GOD it was an easy one. Easy. I took 30mins to complete it ^__________________^ *ish proud of herself* The room smelt like stale garlic though, and Kathleen thought maybe our school has vampires. LOL. Molded the plasticine and it was -gross- A digusting shade of peach and turquoise. Did it anyway, and my results were at least of standard. Ran out, grabbed my bag and bought a half cooked sandwhich (no discount!!!) and ate it while preping self for Arts Alive. As well as going for auditions.

Went for the drama auditions for View From the Bridge (Authur Miller) and it was HELL FUN. I'm playing Marco, this big burly Italian guy who's devoted to honour and has a wife and kids. He's an illegal immigrant along with his younger brother (played by Tasha) and in the end, he murders the main chara for justice.

It's a good role to play, and it's highly dramatic along with blood and knives (provided by Auddy and her props staff).

So far, the casting is really done well. I know they were debating on whether I should be Marco or not, mainly because I smile too much and laugh alot, plus I'm short and peitite, and they NEARLY casted me as Rodolfo (whiny ass of a younger brother who marries da girl). Natasha plays Rodolfo, and we have good stage rapport so we do look sort of family, and since our features look so different, it's a wondeful juxaposition. She's also good at carrying off a frivilous sort of air. Dandyish, I suppose. Helena plays as Eddie, who's my antagonist and that's great too. She'll make a great one, her voices sounds like gravel and it's deep and manly. Plus she manages to carry of the hurt/anger very well.

I, of course, gets to murder her!

*cackles evilly*

Kristy makes a good wife of Eddie, angry at her husband's betrayal and denial, yet kind enough to see her neice through without jealousy. Plus she looks it too. Sort of womanilness about her, and very good stage prescene. Prolly honed by years of being President of our class. And Joyce. JOYCE! *grins* I don't like her, but as a whiny much hated spineless neice of the story, she manages it well. Maybe because she's so much like Catherine. *mutters uncomplimentrily*

Praavenna? I don't know.....She has a lovely voice but no prescene. Unlike Natasha, Helena or I, she doesn't have the -command-. I'm small, but I have power in voice (honed by years of singing and shouting about) and that makes up for my phyisical attribuites. Natasha is a dancer, she dances for school and outside and it an EXTREMELY talented ballerina, plus she won last year's Youth competition. Helena, does the direct opposite of me. She's an athele, and you can feel the kinestic energy out of her, she's wiry and stong, like metal. Unfortunately, her voice dies halfway through the speeches. (which Judith has to do -something- about) and her pronoucation is NUTTY.

Unfortunately, we overshadow Praveena which is BAD because she's the conclusion of the story.

No gravity, know what I mean?

Finished the finalizing and settled the committees. Righto. Whatever, I'm handling my own costume. I only thing I need is a mustache. I'm still! happy over my role. Yay!

Went for Arts Alive......STREEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS...Okay. It wasn't terrible, but I was kinda tired after a long day and I barely managed to drag myself home, scraping the base of the barrel they say. I'm positively stressed because of Andrea. Yes, I suddenly want to turn all Italian and use the bloody knife on her bloody body.

I also found out today I can fight. I mean, FIGHT. And I do it well too. Must be all the mange and anime training.

Anyways, basically everything was organizing and list-making/itemizing. Aragh. I make a lousy adimistrator. I don't care if it's good leadership skills or whatnots they'll calling it now. Itemizing I don't like. Organizing I don't like. Planning I don't like. . I just like dreaming and thinking new ideas. Aragh. Logistics

Someone kill me quick.

And I've sort of accepted to be in the class comn as a decorater and stuffs. It's not easy to get a bunch of maglient humans to work, it'll be MUCH easier if they were cattle and just ate their grass and did their job. But NO! Due to their intelligence they must question every single thing and drive me up the wall (thus proving that they aren't cattle but I like cattle more)

'soka, tired ne.

love
tsu

+tsu waited for you at 08:01 p.m.+

Sick

Listening to: Shizukana hibi no Kaien - Dragon Ash and Beautiful Day - U2

Fell sick. >.< I'm diagonsed with allergic reactions. The fever, lethargy, sneezing, skin rash et cetra et cetra.....It's an ALLERGY. Problem is, the trigger is unknown. I don't know what makes me fall sick. The suspects are grass, pollen, dust and the Weather. Yes, I'm one of the few who suffers from allergic reactions to (get this) WET WEATHER.

My internal mechanism cannot stand repeated exposure to wet and rainy weather.

Goodbye to travelling to Cornwall.

Watched Battle Royale. I was digusted, but entranced. Know the meaning to the term -violently beautiful-? Now I know. And I thought Illuminati and Cage was bad. No effing way. It's like this 15 year old schoolgirl (Chisato) takes this nice, sharp knife and stabs the guy where it HURTS. And stab! stab! Yay! Then she uses a fork to dig his eyeballs out. Then there's Kazuo, (which Auddy will fall in love for) who carries this big machine gun that goes RATTATTA

40 students are killed in ONE island within 2 gory hours.

*hugs pillow*

The opening was creepy enough, an insane schoolgirl holding a bloody doll wearing a bloody schooluniform. SMILING. I was so scared I grabbed a pillow and hugged it. TIGHT. And I never ever let it go. *shudders* I didn't like the fact that they let Yutaka, Shinji (third man) and Yashinori live so long. And Shogo didn't play such a big role (damn) and they made Kinaparti sensei look like a nice lonely guy.

He's supposed to be the epitome of an evil breaucracy DAMNIT.

Kazuo looked nice and insane though. Esp when he screwed his eyeballs up Kyo style.

Occasionally he scares me more than Kyo does.

Went to see a doctor, to be excating, Dr Huang. Now, I really like her. Why? After 8 years of running to useless doctors who kept on giving me wrong diagonsis. She finally came and gave me PROPER medicine. Not cheap antiboitics or re-runs of Clarityine, Studaffed (which I'm also allergic too) or Bena Expectorant. No siree....proper astipaimine. If you saw me 3 years ago, I'll still be suffering, now I'm okay due to NAS (spray), Zinnat, Acticimine and Byzanite.

Read finish another science fiction anthology, Space Opera. I like it because it has music. I like it because ALL the stories have music. All of 'em based on a music piece. From Wagner's De Reingold (Part of the Ring series) to folk/mythical music The Eleven Knight. Even jazzy blues Bluesberry Jam and the song of creation.

Okay, I just tend towards geekiness when it comes to music.

I -like- opera (La Trivata comes out in tops, followed by Faust). I -like- rock. I also like classical (Bach's Fugue is a winner, along with Tartini). And Jazz (LOUIS ARMSTRONG YOU ROCK!) And even Techno (which no one seems to like, well I do). I might not like a certain composer (with the exception of Dianbue, I do NOT like Strass), I've never hated a genre. Except rap, even then, Enienem occasionally spins on my player.

When music died long ago
I kept it still within my soul
Wordsworth, methinks. Poetry = music

love
tsu

+tsu waited for you at 08:24 p.m.+

*doinks* *dikodiko*

Listening to: Unchained Melody - Unknown.

Dragged Sharon into joining Singapore Idol with me and I'm fairly amused cos she says I look like a jap schoolgirl, speak like a jap schoolgirl and -sing- like one too.

Was just thinking......I know I'm not perfect and I shouldn't dwell on "ifs". But it's been bugging me lately. Truth is, I'm kinda jealous of some of my friends. When I think back and look behind, I -KNOW- without a doubt I could have been them. Basic personality is the same. The only difference is that our enviroments were different. She's lucky ne....And they don't know it.

Then I get really bitter sometimes because it could have been me. I could have become really good at drawing if people didn't continually say I suck. Now, everything I do, if it's not up to -THEIR- standard, I dump it. I never do anything for myself. Never. So many "ifs". I would have been a wonderfully filial daughter, I could love. And I can.

It's just soooooooooo.........I don't know. Regret? Wistful? Unfair? Envy? Bitterness?

A cocktail of all I suppose.

Then I simmer back into all my emotional hangbang insecurities and no matter what I acheive in school, academically, spiritually, IT DOESN'T MATTER. Cos I'll never feel like I'm good enough.

That's why being -perfect- is so important.

Perfect, to me, isn't relative. It's something that everyone wants, not everyone can get, but it makes everyone feel a sense of awe and admiration. Being perfect isn't about being flawless (now that's impossible), it's more like a higher level of acceptance.

Geddit? No? Well, nevermind.

Went to school, tuition home and is just tired. It's very hard to study for 10.5 hours of school a day. Had steamboat with uncle Marc (the giggly one), aunty Bobby (the one who thinks she knows EVERYTHING about me) and uncle Tim.

Uncle Marc is uncle Marc. He's indescriable. Refined, tasteful but very flaky. The best way to desrcibe him is an intermarriage of a Italian and French. Flowery, flutely and seemingly metrosexual, he exudes a flamboyant air but oh-so-empty. Talking to him about art, is good. Talk to him about intimacy and feelings, and he doesn't. He's like Peter Pan in that sense. Emotionally underdeveloped. But a genuninely nice guy.

Aunty Bobbie, or Roberta, is my godmother. She used to be a teacher. Now, there's a GOOD reason why occasionally I can't stand her. She doesn't know me very well, and yet she pretends to know EVERYTHING about my writing and drawing and friends and music. Geez. Add to that, she HATES Jrock and anime and manga. I don't like the fact that she thinks it's childish and patronizingly, condescendingly asks me what's it about. She's kind, but too prejudiced and overtly patronizing.

I like uncle Tim cos he reads alot, talks alot and jokes about himself in a self-depreacting but funny harmless way. I'm okay with that, also he's a nice lawyer (do they actually exist?). Plus, he reads Sci-Fiction, but not what I like. He reads Dune and Tolkien, I read Burgress and Huxeley.

Quite a nice dinner, but mom was overtly worried.

love
tsu

+tsu waited for you at 10:29 p.m.+

It's a Beautiful Day~

Listening to: U2- Beautiful Day / Hide-Beauty & Stupid

Fic Time! Kaoru x Toshiya *waddles* NC-16? Not sure....2am fic monsters, then I edited it today.

Melted Bismuth, managed to get lots of pretty colours but not many crystals. Damn. *sulks* Nevermind. And Devientart hates me. I knows itsss....*giggles* Watched World Idol and the Norwagian guy sings BEAUTIFULLY. Yay!!! Go Norway!! *waves banner* Have lots of ideas actually....Hmnn...what to do? what to do? WHAT TO DO?

Okay, go research on UN.

Love (IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY!!!!~~~~)
tsu ---------------Random: Warning Contains Yaoi-----------

Eyes opened. I sighed, rolling among the soft white sheets, ignoring the streams of bright sunlight, piercing though the curtains. He wasn't in. Working? Likely. In the studio? More than likely. It wasn't nice to wake up alone though.

No one to wake up with.

I got up slowly, relishing the soft sounds, the unhurried pace. Where was he? Briefly shaking my head, I banished those thoughts. Shower. Right. Water splashing down my back, water running in tricklets in my blue hair. Dyed, but soft. Water refreshing and water clensing. It would have been nice to wake up with him and shower together.

But he was working

On a holiday

The dining room was immaculate, or as immaculate as it tried to be. Music notes piled messily above on another, next to it, unfolded newspapers and a half-eaten sandwhich. Yuck. Pickles. How could he eat this? I throw it away. Sometimes, his habits are just so digusting? Amusing? Cute? Swaying my hips to an invisible audience, I walk into the kitchen. Clean tiles, spotless pans (do we ever eat in?) and yes, more music notes. A note lies on the counter.

'Be Back Soon'

Right. I pout to no one. Ignoring me on a holiday!

Blueberry pancakes, fresh. Oil sizzling, the batter sliding smoothly into the hot pan, fluffy and light pancakes on a plate. Sauce, yes. He likes my cooking. But this time, he won't be here eating with me. I want to sulk. Fine! I'm childish and brattish while he's oh-so-seriously-sexy. Big deal! I need to find an agony aunt. Shinya maybe?

Image unbidden comes to mind, Shinya in an auntie dress. Big flowerprints and a bigger hat. Leather handbag. Multihued umbrella and granny glasses. I giggled to myself. The sauce was nearly done, thick and sweet and sticky....Yum. My favourite.

I was so busy thinking I couldn't hear the key turn. I couldn't hear the door open. I couldn't hear the soft sound of footsteps. I didn't even turn around.

Until a pair of arms wrapped themselves round me.

Kaoru. I breathed his scent, warm and musky. I could feel the gentle tickle of his bright pink hair. And....roses?

"For you." He seemed so shy!How I wanted to hold him tightly. "I thought you were still sleeping..."

"I'm not a pig." What did he think I was? I was The Great Toshiya, loved by all fangirls, loved even more by the pig of a man.

"Uh huh." I could feel his mouth, suckling gently on my neck. Tiny bites, marking me his. I smiled slightly, tilting my head in consent. His tonuge followed, swiping the bites, making me want to melt into a pile of spineless goo.

I pulled myself short. Hey! I was the Great Toshiya! Why should a bunch of roses and a pig of a man (though a sexy one) cause me to lose my resolve?

No way was I letting him off scot free! I had my dignity to consider. (Even though I liked the roses).

"But I'm hungry and I haven't had breakfast and my pancakes are getting cold." Ah! I said it in my best, brattest voice. Go me!

"Well, I'm hungry too...Let me make you some breakfast." His hair had fallen over his smooth chiselled face. A shock of pink against pale alabaster skin. His eyes were dark, sparkling. I wanted to swoon.

But I had dignity! Honour! Waking up alone! (and the roses too of course).

"No thank you. Pickled sandwhich? Gross. Disgusting. Pick your favourite adjective." I turned to my jellied pancakes, trying to ignore this pig of a man. (Though a sexy one)

Suddenly, he swooped down, half carrying, half dragging me towards the bedroom. 'Put me down! Niikura!" I yelled, only to find myself thrown ungraciously onto the bed. "Who said I wanted a pickle sandwhich? Besides, you make a cute pickle." He bent down, crawling towards me, straddling my hips. " And the word I choose is sexy. Yum. Sexy Toshiya Pickles. The marketing commmittee would love it. Dir en Grey pickles."

I wanted to retort. I wanted to speak. He moved against me, causing something unintelligable to fly out of my mouth. Possibly it was a "Holy shit! Kaoru!" or maybe a "Pick-! Kaoru!".

Whatever.

Calloused hands ran down my skin, lower and lower. I moaned, tossing my head in positive enjoyment. loveyoukaoruloveyoukaoru I loved him. This wonderful gorgeous pink haired man. The most irritating, tree cutting, paper wasting, lovable man. I loved him. I loved the way he kissed me like there was no tomorrow, I loved him the way he understood without words, the way he held me until I fell asleep, even his annoying habits.

He's all I need.

I moved against him, one last final thrust. White lights, sparks flying, blindingly perfect. I was soaring in his arms, bursting out of my skin....Then it was over.

Dazed and sweaty, I could hear him whisper.

"I love you."

And I love you too.

It was a beautiful day.

A/N: Yes, it's cliche. Yes, I'm ashamed to write this. Yes, I'm bored (with a sense of humor). No, it's an indulgance and I won't write another for a fairly long time. Yes, there's an NC-17 version you can email me for. Righty ho, all questions answered?

It's a Beautiful Day - U2

The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There’s no room
No space to rent in this town

You’re out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you’re not moving anywhere

You thought you’d found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace

It’s a beautiful day
Sky falls you feel like
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away

You’re on the road
But you’ve got no destination
You’re in the mud
In the maze of her imagination

You love this town
Even if that doesn’t ring true
You’ve been all over
And it’s been all over you

It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
It’s a beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case

See the world in green and blue
See china right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out

It was a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
Beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case

What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
Don’t need it now
Was a beautiful day

+tsu waited for you at 09:30 p.m.+

Lucy In the Sky with DIAMONDS!!!!!!!!!!! *whirls*

Listening to; Beauty & Stupid - Hide

This song makes me wanna go LOVE SEX YAY! really loud. Tried to name my ship LOVESHACK for Kingdom Hearts but Rikku didn't like it. Bah. Be nicer to your boyfriend damnit!!! *kicks Rikku* Eat some Paopu! And make luuurrve under palm trees....*sways a la Carribean*

Listened to Dir en Grey - Audrey. Damnit, I'm still jealous that they don't have a song with *my* name. LOL. But Kaoru likes it eh? *wink* No wonder I get funky dreams, though I think it's a result of shopping with Auddy + Thinking about Kaoru.

Feeling restless at home and it's pouring buckets again. I like rain, I just detest this kind of rain. It's not gently melachonalic or mother earth clensing. It's furiously cold, icy heart and icy darkness and it goes on and on raining and raining. The sky looks like an eternally dark sunset with it's rose red colour and black clouds.

It's very boring to stay stuck at home with lots of energy and not enough things to do.

I NEED SOMETHING TO DO.

Problem is, I suffer from very short attention, hyperactivity and a gangbang of attention deficit disorders. The only reason I can concentrate is by being curious which is why I never ended up in a ADHD education center.

Got high yesterday night and ran round yelling LOVE SEX YAY! LOVVVVVVVVVVEEEEESHAAAACKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!! *bounces* Had Yurameki at 2am (of all times!) and didn't know what to spend it on. So I wrote a very bad lemom on Kaoru x Toshiya. Unless you're really into kinkiness and bad writing, you shouldn't read it.LOL

Love
tsu

+tsu waited for you at 11:42 p.m.+

New Year

Listening to: Cage (of all things!) -Dir en Grey

I love the bass and drums in this. It's pretty ne, almost as pretty as the opening in Kurenai. XD

Let's see...Ate lots of Pineapple Tarts and Cake and had funny dreams. Like Kaoru Screwing Auddy. Look, I have no idea why I was dreaming about Kaoru x Auddy, whatever it was, I'm sure it was a conspircacy. But yeah...........KAORU X AUDDY! *grins* I. HAVE. NO. IDEA.

My brother hates Dir en Grey. Arragh.

Finished Blind Justice, which is a sherlock holmes style mystery. Yay~ Then I went swimming. Yay. Looked at sunset and dreamed again.

Pinky orangey rosey red.

G'night sweet dreams minna,
tsu

+tsu waited for you at 12:52 a.m.+

Factorium

Listening to: Dragon Ash - Shizukana hibi no Kaiden wo

I can't remember if this is the theme song to Battle Royale. Damn. *curses* Atashi wa Battle Royale no dai~suki

Finished reading another book, J Factor or Justification Factor. It's a really wonderful book, thought-provoking indeed and it's creepy cool. GECs. Wow. In the future perhaps? I don't know.

I don't know a lot of things.

I don't understand why someone must intentionally hurt someone for no reason. And I thought this particular person was nice too. Selfishness. I just wonder why sometimes people don't care. They CAN, but they don't. What if everyone was like that? Wouldn't life be a terrible place?

Went out with Auddy, Sakky and sis. Quite fun. Ate lots of ice cream. Made lots of dirty jokes. And I SHALL BUY MORE PINK SKIRTS. XD XD XD Managed to get Auddy and Sis to buy new clothes for New Year. Yay~ Went for another dinner. Quite boring ne~>.< I don't like screaming cousins.

On with the ficlet!

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

Dazzling white spires rose high above into clear bright blue sky, brighter than a robin's egg, brighter than the sparkling sea. From the plane windows, you could see the highways and freeways, steel grey and coldly metallic. High rises, arching out, reaching out, grasping into the deep blue sky, like a white giant. A white ziggaurat. Men in suits, women in skirts, rushing in and out of long, snaking trains, perfectt as clockwork. Staring at the floor, staring at the wall, staring at the watch, but never at each other. Thus was the life in NeoYork. You could see them from the plane as it descended, these mindless beings in their white apartmarts, blank faces and empty smiles, dressed alike, hands outstreched. Community. Togetherness. Come and Join Us. Living in those white white walls.....

It didn't use to be called NeoYork. But of course you knew that.

Did you remember the time? Before the Heatwave?

NeoYork. It wasn't called that. It was New York, or was it New Liberty? There was a Tokyo (NeoKyo) and a Los Angeles(NeoAngel)with their fancy sounding names and exotic locations. But then came Gobal Warming. Everyone predicted it, no one did anything about it. By the time the UN took notice, it was too late. Too late to stop the rushing waters, breaking free from dykes. First Venice, then Holland, then......everything just went wrong somehow. The flooding waters, like the mythical Flood in the Bible, just without an Ark. It was too late to save anyone the papers said, but sometimes in the dead of the night, lying awake in my strachy sheets and moldy bed, I dream of screaming cries and grasping hands. Bubbles. Then no more.

I wonder if I could have done something.

The papers took away the blame. The world was devestated, UN was destroyed and replaced by The Federation, a multi-racial group that controlled the NeoCities.

NeoYork. NeoKyo. NeoAngel. NeoHonKon. NeoBomBai. NeoSanhai.
New York, Tokyo, Los Angeles, Hong Kong, Bombay, Shanghai.

Did anyone use such arachiac names anymore?

So we dive a little deeper, down into the real world. No flimsy white walls, no plastic smiles or botox nu-skin, no nuitrient high mush, no white white walls. Dive deeper into the honeycomb world.

We stop at a nameless alley. To God I hope this is the right place. Dim green flourscent lights with cracked casing and tiny sparks that fizzled and hissed from time to time. Mildewed walls, covered with slime and grime, so thick, so ancient, it looked like a layer of ugly paint. I could hear the dripping of a leaky waterpipe, a constant drip drip that splashed into a puddle below. The murmur of voices from the homes above, a mother scolding her unemployed husband, children playing soccer, puncuated with laughter, the cries of a newborn child. I could smell the hot metallic stink of an overheated compresser, which was most likely causing the tendrils of steam to form. The gagging odur of garbage and too many unwashed bodies. The cloying scent of cheap synthetic perfume. Rose. Sweet and cheap. Cheaper to buy love now.

A ladder hangs limply from a corner, there are no stairs. Carefully, I climb onto it, ignoring the multitude of creaks and groans, whining and complaining like a particularly picky grandmother. I wasn't really that heavy anyway. I climbed slowly, feeling the dusty texture of rust, red and rough beneath my fingers, my breath now hot with exertion. I want to check the address again. Fingers fumbling and opening a scrap of paper. A corner really.

Top floor. My lips caress it, memorize it. Right. Two more floors.

I feel empowered. I am the scholar, the seeker of knowledge, the disciple, the knight searching for the Grail, the Eve who takes the fruit, the prince on a quest. I can feel the prescene. All the searching, all the dead ends, all the wild goose chases boils down to a deprecit apartment.

Room A38

I stood at the door. Hesitant. Waiting.

What are you waiting for?
Just do it

And I pushed.

The first thing that struck me was the impression of old. He was a covered with grime and dirt and sweat, with dirty green overalls and and faded hair. Grime caked on skin, below the hidden folds of flesh, underneath yellowed nails and wrinkled fingers. He stank, the odur radiating off him in vomit inducing waves.

I recoiled.

"Yes?" His voice quavered, but I plowed on.

"Excuse me are you God?"

His eyes flashed for an instant. Infinite sadness with infinite wisdom, carrying the burden of the world, carrying the sins of the world. The pain, the cruelty, the joys all in minutes of days and seconds of life.

They were so beautiful. They were so sad.

"So what if I am?"

Then it disappeared. The instant. It was like a carp sliding quickly in a stream, faster than quicksliver, a sunbeam in your hand. I could not grasp the flicker of thought.

I left him, glancing at his pottering form before shutting the door. I booked the first flight back home, back to Mars, where my family waited for my pligrimage to end. As I watch the dazzling white towers grow smaller and smaller, an old earth quote comes to mind:

"God's In Heaven, All's Right's with the World".

No one cares.

----------------END-----------------------

love
tsu

+tsu waited for you at 12:20 a.m.+

SORAAAAAAAAA

Listening: Drain Away - DeG

2 DINNERS OVER, 2 MORE TO GO!!!! . YAY!~ I'm sooooooo happy, the faster it's over the better considering I had to sit through a dinner from 7.30pm to 11.45pm.

I think I drank a little much.

Decorated the class!!! It's so pretty now~ The board is all pastelly and pinky with funky articles ranging from TalkingCock.com to Post-Secondary Education. It's pretty and I like it ^-^ Fairly happy but sleepy. I want to join RMUN and I'm going to be in the interclass play competition.

4 pages of memorizing! *dies*

Days are so busy, days are so filled, and I'm dreaming and thinking of a vacation in the sea.

After O Levels, Audy, Sharony, Melissa and I are going for a weeklong cruise!

*chucks the "go to Japan" idea away*

Better to go have fun with friends than spend a holiday alone. We're spending a week on board and I'm hoping to call port in Langkawi. I like Langkawi, it's beautiful with pristine white beaches and swaying palms trees with tumbling waterfalls, squestered forests and wonderful seafood~ I remember going there and how wonderful it was to eat persimmons while watching the sunset and drinking cream soda. The hypontic crash of waves on the sand, the shimmering sliver sea, the colours razing across the sky like bold brush strokes of red, gold, purple and dusk. Twilight. And those prawn ships come out, green lights twinkling merrily in a distance.

Can you see how much I love it there?

Well, that's after O levels, I'm not really planning to go for Grad Night. I'll rather spend my cash on my cruise and pink hair. Auddy wants to hit the arcades, I want to go swimming and shopping, Sharony wants a boyfriend to get laid with and Melissa? I think she's prolly happy spending a quiet time on the decks.

Even suntanning sounds fun~ (and we're all vampire wannabes)

I know lots of people worry about my health and everything, but please don't worry. I know my limits (I think). And I'm not planning to fall sick anytime soon.

Tomorrow I'm going for my next reunion dinner, at Grandma's! XD XD XD lovely lovely stir fried crabs and duck and broiled fish and PINEAPPLE TARTS! I LOVE PINEAPPLE TARTS!!!! *digs in with joy* PINEAPPLE TARTS ROCK MY UNIVERSE!(And Yoshiki too)

love
tsu

+tsu waited for you at 11:29 p.m.+

Game of You

Listening to: Simply Being Loved- BT.

Hmnnn...Let's start from Friday. Friday was pretty great~ Okay, so I had lots of things to do but it didn't stop the world from being fun~ LOL.

Our class has a bunch of people who stay in class during recess, I being one of 'em. Anyways, the class speakers has finally decided to work (despite many a creak and groan). And our class turned into a clubber's paradiase. LOL. Tsu dancing on chairs. Kristy wagging her butt to the tune of Lady Marmalade. Natasha doing ballet arabseques. Sharon going come'on momma. And jumping on the class cabinets. *laughs* It was pretty fun, half the fun was the danger of getting caught and the sheer stupidity of it. (Note: It's not the safest thing to dance near a window with a 2 storey drop to concrete).

After that, we had Physics. Now, I generally dislike Physics more than Chemistry, but this was really funny because our teacher is a silly sodden pipsqueak, who said that we shouldn't close the class door because of ventaliation. What's interesting is that he INSISTED that we closed the door on PURPOSE even though it's fairly obvious that the wind slammed it straight in his face.

I swear he's in denial.

Worse of course was that I couldn't stop giggling hysterically when Sharon started questioning his manliness. *snickers* Prostrate cancer indeed!

Got home after Arts Alive and went to read about serial killings. I can't help liking a good mystery, it makes me almost as happy as snuckering a good science fiction book with peppermint tea.

Went online and played a very very interesting game. I managed to wrangle Mr Eric Tan's email address and then played a game of Consequences. He had -no idea- who I was, while I was perfectly sure of who I was talking to. Interesting eh? I gave him enough clues though, logically it shouldn't be too hard to work out who I was. He might have a hard time reconciling who I was online and offline though. Offline I'm wilder and more happy-go-lucky, but thoughts-wise, I prefer to keep my own consel.

Plus I get to say that he dresses like an undertaker.

Talked to Mizu and I hope she's okay now. Remember your promise okay?

Layout is Gravitation, yeah, I know. It looks more apporiate for Valentines' Day but actually, it's not. Undertones, geddit? I kinda like the rose brush effects though, maybe I'll use it for another layout too.

Having Science classes at 4pm, I hope I did okay for the endothermic/exothermic equations. >.< Arraggghhh... I keep on forgetting who breaks and who forms bonds.

Love
tsu

+tsu waited for you at 02:14 p.m.+