"I reject your reality,
And substitute my own."


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Evelia T.Z.R a.k.a Evie/Evee (T_T)
11th January 1993
Capricorn
Baka-Ninjas Cosplay Team Shizune, Lenalee, A.B.A <3


Short and spastic as hell when da mood strikes =3

"Ya betta watch out, uh-huh uh-huh...

I am worth, $3,456,190



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[00]Any decent phone with a camera and bluetooth functionality..lol
[01]New Mp3(Got a new MP4 now =3)
[02]Decent O'lvl grades
[03]Have fun in da year, as much as I...
[04]$$$ -Clothes
[05]$$$ -Air tickets
[06]$$$ -Cosplay
[07]%%% -Food
[08]Decent Jap-singer
[09]Choir SYF-GoldSilver
[10]Striped thigh-high socks
[11]Pulverising stilettos? x)
[12]New cardigan/hoodie
[13]That cute plushie with built-in speakers...

And for Him to please TADA hurry back home~ <3 =D

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Hey...

Long time no post. lol.

Alright. Where shall I start...

I'll start to say that I updated.

I know, not blogging for quite some time... Here's what had happened.

Another fight with the stinkin' idiot again over a stinking chair that he doesn't sit at all.(some ugly b'turd), Saturday volleyball practice, abortion(lol) of my second cca(sobz), failure of finding proper links to my songs(even if there is, I put it up and it doesn't work. WAH~) and... I got my grades back. They're terrible. TERRIBLE. WAH!~~~

The baka got a proper chair (unlike me) after the NPCC's arranged the tables and chairs back in the classroom. I wanted to change my chair with his. WHY? CUZ HE DOESN'T SIT THERE. HIS BAG ONLY HAS LITTLE PREVEILEGE TO LEAN ON THE TABLE'S LEG. Then he bargained. If I stated my reason I'll sound like some b!tch. So I surrendered, with him fuming over his stupid chair and whatever stinkin' knot.

Yea I'm thinking of dropping Chinese Orchestra. 1)I've missed three lessons straight. 2)My volleyball clashed on one of the days. 1st cca piority number UNO. 3)I just found out today (the sat practise)about the days changed from Tues and Thurs to Mons and Weds. Weds I have chinese orchestra. 4)I've started to like volleyball quite some time ago already. I have to say goodbye to zhong ruan...

My grades... HAH! My languages (Literature included) BARELY, MARGINALLY (recently learned this word) PASSED. My sciences and maths so far the best. Nope, not even home econs. Sigh...

I've read something cool with VERY GOOD English. Singaporean too, and very fluent and excellent english for compos. Alright so here it is...

The things that stick out most about that day, are the sand and the sun.

Lying upon a gravelly beach, the merciless midday sun beat down upon me. It was sweltering that day. Well, it was sweltering almost every day - that’s one of the features of living in a small island off the equator, after all. Still, the heat of that day remains vivid in my memory: How drops and drops of sweat clawed their way up to the surface of my skin, how they collected into tiny streams and bled languidly down my front. My arms, spread-eagled outwards, were covered in a thin layer of sand and grit, the sweat providing a glue of sorts. The gossiping chitter-chatter from the girls in my class blurred into a low buzz, and soon, all I could feel was the rough sand I clenched in my hands, and the slow journey of the sweat rivulets coursing their way down my skin.

That day at the beach was our last outing we had as a class. We had just graduated from high school, and found ourselves at a crossroads. The girls were going into college, chattering excitedly about how much accountants were paid with a few year’s worth of experience under their belts, about how interesting the course description for mass communication studies sounded, about a bash to be held in the honor of incoming freshmen at some trendy club a week from then. Their talk was cheery and bright. It was the talk made by people who were genuinely excited about their future, about the possibilities that lay in store.

The guys were silent.

We were due for military conscription soon. I was one of the first in my class to be called up, due for service in three day's time, and I was hardly looking forward to it. No, "looking forward to it" seems like little more than a hollow euphemism: I was despising it. I hated the fact that I had no choice in the matter, hated knowing that I would be ceding all right to decide the course of my life for the next two and a half years, hated realizing that if asked to jump I was to reply "HOW HIGH SIR?"

I hated it.

I hated listening to the girls prattle on about their bright future, because, then, there, I felt I had none ahead of me. I felt the darkness that was looming before me, and I struggled to see that distant gleam at the end of the tunnel that would take me more than two years to walk down. The irony didn't escape me then, that here I was, lying down at a beach with a fiery sun casting everything in white-hot hues, and yet, all I could see before me was darkness. I gripped the sand in my hands harder, if only to let my anguish find root in a physical form.

And then, it came.

I've had moments like that in my life before. Times when the world just seems to stop dead still and silent. Times when a second, measured by the pulsing in your veins, stretches out its gaping maw and swallows whole all of eternity. Times when the word "forever" feels less like an abstract concept, and more like the sand that's covering you from head to toe.

I grasped eternity in the palm of my hand, and then I let it run through my fingers. The sands of time were rough, yes, but they were also reassuringly real, reminding me that I wasn't just dreaming. And flowed, they did. No matter how tightly I clung on to the sand, it still slipped through my fingers.

Strangely enough, that began to give me hope. No matter how tightly the cruel hands of injustice gripped me, no matter how torturous the days ahead of me were to be, still the sands of time flowed on. Come what may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day, I told myself, laughing slightly at the fact that I still remembered slivers of Macbeth. All I had to do was survive, one day at a time. Grain by grain, the sands of the hourglass would run their course, and someday, someday, I'd be free again.

I raised my right hand, by then free of sand, and reached towards the sky. If I placed it just right, the sun fitted nicely in the hollow of my palm. It was there, ripe for the picking, and all I had to do was close my fingers around it. The hope that began with the sand ended with the sun in my hand. Tomorrow may not have belonged to me anymore, I realized, but so what? The day after that was mine, and if I but reached for it, I could have the world.

I closed my fingers.

~End~

Ultimately I want my English like this! MUAHAHAH! Cough... Its from Semtember 24, Friday, 2004. A deep 'buried' archive post. A blog post, in other words. This waixin thingy. REALLY COOL. Too bad I don't give away links like this. MUAHAHAHAH! Cough...