thirteen; and still cynical.

2006-01-19T12:25:00.000+08:00

i've fallen down again.

i feel ill and unclean.

i hate myself.

don't ask me why.

bff, don't say a word.

2006-01-13T16:07:00.001+08:00

heys-

am currently in school, in ICT class. i've had to redo my post THREE times so far, and frankly, i'm getting quite sick of it. but oh well, that's what you gotta do if you wanna blog during ICT class.

i never thought this'd happen to me, but i'm actually struggling in ICT class. omgsh omgsh omgsh. secondary ICT is way different from primary ICT. now, we're actually learning about the parts of the computer, not just the applications.

but anyway. i'm not here to ramble about ICT class. only i seem to be doing just that. ah well.

foo is... doing something weird on paint. oh well. and i think he should seriously consider switching places with someone in front, 'cause he keeps going to the teacher's table. and i wanna switch with him. it's no fun sitting right in front although you get to see the stuff on the whiteboard clearly and all that, but the teachers keep picking on you. well, they don't THINK they're picking on you, but they keep grabbing your books, or stationary or water bottles to show examples. oh, the malufication...

anyways. am loving the new mychemicalromance album, three cheers for sweet revenge. i've got the tune to thank you for the venom, ghost of you, and i'm not okay [ i promise] stuck in my head. oh, and pharrel's can i have it like that as well, but since we're talking about mcr here, that's pretty irrelevant.

i hate being english subject leader. i have to collect books and everything and some people take so long just to hand in one. stupid. book. and what makes it worse is that i spared the lives of the people who voted for me. oookay, now i just sound crazy.

i'm feeling so very emo today, so i'm gonna post up mcr's i'm not okay [ i promise ] up here. here it is. oh, and i censored a word. just so you know.

Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed

I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)

But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!

Trust me.

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-.......-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)

aiya crap i gotta go now. will finish font-weighting [yeah, stupid name.] the lyrics later, if possible.

[a day later]

am baaack. nothing new has gone on. this game [the chronicles of narnia] rules. i <3 mugglenet.com. and i'm gonna add emmawatson.us to my links page later.

i need a starbucks. i'm thirsty. blargh. lots of homework to do. and i think i'll change my blogger skin. black, white, and gray eventually get kinda boring, even though there's a fantastic picture of tom felton/draco malfoy at the side. ho hum.

WILL TRY TO BLOG LATER

2006-01-13T16:07:00.000+08:00

heys-

am currently in school, in ICT class. i've had to redo my post THREE times so far, and frankly, i'm getting quite sick of it. but oh well, that's what you gotta do if you wanna blog during ICT class.

i never thought this'd happen to me, but i'm actually struggling in ICT class. omgsh omgsh omgsh. secondary ICT is way different from primary ICT. now, we're actually learning about the parts of the computer, not just the applications.

but anyway. i'm not here to ramble about ICT class. only i seem to be doing just that. ah well.

foo is... doing something weird on paint. oh well. and i think he should seriously consider switching places with someone in front, 'cause he keeps going to the teacher's table. and i wanna switch with him. it's no fun sitting right in front although you get to see the stuff on the whiteboard clearly and all that, but the teachers keep picking on you. well, they don't THINK they're picking on you, but they keep grabbing your books, or stationary or water bottles to show examples. oh, the malufication...

anyways. am loving the new mychemicalromance album, three cheers for sweet revenge. i've got the tune to thank you for the venom, ghost of you, and i'm not okay [ i promise] stuck in my head. oh, and pharrel's can i have it like that as well, but since we're talking about mcr here, that's pretty irrelevant.

i hate being english subject leader. i have to collect books and everything and some people take so long just to hand in one. stupid. book. and what makes it worse is that i spared the lives of the people who voted for me. oookay, now i just sound crazy.

i'm feeling so very emo today, so i'm gonna post up mcr's i'm not okay [ i promise ] up here. here it is. oh, and i censored a word. just so you know.

Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed

I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)

But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!

Trust me.

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-.......-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)

aiya crap i gotta go now. will finish font-weighting [yeah, stupid name.] the lyrics later, if possible.

[a day later]

am baaack. nothing new has gone on. this game [the chronicles of narnia] rules. i <3 mugglenet.com. and i'm gonna add emmawatson.us to my links page later.

i need a starbucks. i'm thirsty. blargh. lots of homework to do. and i think i'll change my blogger skin. black, white, and gray eventually get kinda boring, even though there's a fantastic picture of tom felton/draco malfoy at the side. ho hum.

WILL TRY TO BLOG LATER

2006-01-09T23:50:00.000+08:00

drowning. in. you.

i'm

falling
falling
falling
falling
falling

forever.

i've got to BREAK THROUGH.

i'm going under.

haha. sorry, i'm addicted to that song [it's called going under, in case you didn't know].

the randommonster strikes again. bah.

tomorrow's a holiday, thank god. to all my malay friends, selamat hari raya haji to you.

i miss my beef rendang.

*blinks* oookay, the randommonster's DEFINITELY back.

voldie is mah homeboy. hollaaaa.

i must be really bored to start calling lord voldemort, a fictional character at that, my "homeboy".

my birthday's in about twenty eight days. and counting.

i demand presents. no, i'm kidding. at least just your worship for the day. no, i'm kidding about that too.

why am i writing like this?

oh well, that's what the randommonster does to you.

still in the middle of chapter nine of romeo&&juliet.

yes people, i'm still working on that little piece of crap. although it's pretty pointless.

i think i might go to bed now.

g'nite, all.
- sarah.etherealbliss

a post. FINALLY.

2006-01-06T23:05:00.000+08:00

greetiiiings.

yes, i know i haven't been blogging for a while. blame it on the hectic school timetable. bah. so, unlike during the holidays, i don't have much leisure time now.

mum has bought me a whole LOAD of terry pratchett books. have read 'thief of time', 'maskerade', 'the hogfather',- [realizes that she is going to be rambling on about this the whole night] well. i've read a few. and i can't wait to get my hands on the rest. yayness.

have updated my xanga layout. this one seems a lot more bold. and i've stuffed in some green day songs. and- dare i say it? the old green day albums are WAY better than american idiot. but that's just me. ah well.

let's see.

you all know i'm in form one now. so... new classmates and all. everyone in my class are returning students so we pretty much know each other already.

teachers are mostly okay, i guess. sejarah teacher is funny. he has this thing with the missionimpossible theme song. and he has this loud booming voice and vanessa and i sit RIGHT at the front of the class so every now and then our ears get blasted. but it's okay i guess =]

let's see if i can list down all my classmate's names here. michelle. mabel. mikhaily. me. vanessa. rachel. ven hui. melisa. jia ying. jiah sze. marisa. chong wei. chen yee. syafiq. mervin. nasri. jones. calvin. carlson. ryan. sara. linda. nicole. hui xim. sheng tat. kashif. foo. students of form one newton.

i think that's everyone there. if i've missed anyone out, sorry. i have short time memory [cringes].

well. i suppose that's about it for tonight. gonna keep looking for green day music codes and harry potter icons.

catch ya later,
sarah.etherealbliss

2005-12-27T01:48:00.000+08:00

tom felton has a website.

an official one.

mm.

tom felton.

i love.

his posts are so incredibly cute.

go see go see go see!

PS he called emma gorgeous in one post. hey, they might have something going on. YAY DRACO AND HERMIONE PAIRINGS RULE! or they could just be really good friends. that's possible.

PPS it seems that he eats burgers and chips. a lot.

[edit] god. can't believe i forgot to post the URL. go here --> www.tomfelton.com

[edit2] it looks like tom [sighs] has only one adjective for emma: gorgeous. oh why why why why why why [slams head on wall] why why why....

2005-12-25T19:31:00.000+08:00

omfg harry potter song parodies!

i.
love.
mugglenet [dot] com.

i still haven't opened my presents.

okay. this one's funny.

Connected - to the tune of Addicted by Simple Plan
I know you're coming again
And I just want you to know
I'm connec-
I'm connected to you
You have tried to count me out
And even tried to kill me
Do you think it'll work?

I was just a little baby, but you cursed me anyway

I'm trying to forget that I'm connected to you
And I hate it, cause I feel you
I'm connected to you
It's not over
Can't forget what you did
And I'll never be an ordinary kid
Scar-maker! scar-maker! scar-maker..

Since the night you broke in
And turned me into an orphan
Still connec-
Still connected to you
I think you know that I see
What makes you mad or angry
Can't you feel me in your head?

I was just a little baby,
They did all that they could
Just to save me
But 'cha cursed me anyway

I'm trying to forget that
I'm connected to you
And I hate it, 'cause I feel you
I'm connected it you
It's not over
Can't forget what you did
And I'll never, be an ordinary kid
Scar-maker! scar-maker!

When will you go away?
Can't I live a normal life?
I don't know why I'm so patient..
Why can't you just die?

I'm trying to forget that
I'm connected to you
And I hate it, 'cause I feel you
I'm connected to you
It's not over,
Can't forget what you did
And I'll never, be an ordinary kid
Scar-maker! scar-maker

Scar-maker!
I'm connected to you
Scar-maker!
I'm connected to you
Scar-maker!
I'm connected to you
Scar-maker

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All Scar- to the tune of Allstar by Smashmouth

Somebody once told me: "Great things you're gonna show me,
Your wand's just like the one Voldie had"
She was looking kinda dumb standing up, lifting her hand,
In that class after those questions Snape asked.

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Voldie's trying to kill me but I just keep on running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
I keep saving the world, I'm quidditch number one
So much to do, so much to see
So why not go through to Hogsmeade?
You'll never know if you don't go
No butterbeer if you don't go

Hey now, you're an All Star, got your quidditch game, go play
Hey now, you've got a scar, fight Voldemort away
And all that glitters is gold
Only golden snitches break the mold

It's a cool place and they say it gets cooler
You beat Malfoy now, wait until you get older
But everyday Ginny loves you deeper
Judging by the way you saved her from Tom Riddle

The ice in the lake is getting pretty thin
The water's not warm but still Krum's gonna swim
My world's on fire, it was a skrewt's work,
Walk them all day long and you'll never get bored

Hey now, you're an All Star, got your quidditch game, go play
Hey now, you've got a scar, fight Voldemort away
And all that glitters is gold
Only golden snitches...

Somebody once asked:
"Can I take you to the dance?"
I need to get myself away from this place!
I can't dance! I'm stuck in a mess
I wanted to take Cho myself
But Cedric Diggory got her instead...

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Voldie's trying to kill me but I just keep on running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
I keep saving the world, I'm quidditch number one
So much to do, so much to see
So why not go through to Hogsmeade?
You'll never know if you don't go
Ron: Go!
No butterbeer if you don't go

Hey now, you're an All Star, got your quidditch game, go play
Hey now, you've got a scar, fight Voldemort away
And all that glitters is gold
Only golden snitches break the mold
And all that glitters is gold
Only golden snitches break the mold

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Voldemort's Lament - to the tune of American Pie by Don McLean

(slowly, with great melancholy)

A long, long time ago,
I found James and Lily Potter
And their new born babe.
And after I’d had time to boast,
The elder Potters both were toast
And then I thought I’d take some time to gloat.
But then I turned my wand on Harry
And probably looked really scary
Said my incantation, and met with devastation.
Then Hagrid took the boy away
To his Aunt and Uncle's house to stay
And me, well I just slinked away,
The day that Harry lived.

So why, why won’t this Potter shmuck die?
How’s a four-eyed little nitwit
Make this Evil Lord cry?
I swear sometimes I wonder why I still try,
But someday that little freak’s gonna fry!
Someday that little freak’s gonna fry!

(faster tempo)

So first off I found this guy,
In Transylvania, on the sly,
Bent him to my evil will.
Then we went back to Hogwarts school,
Where my man Quirrel played the fool,
And Dumbledore, he didn’t have a clue!
Oh, but when the Sorc’rer’s Stone was found,
That Harry brat came pokin’ round
He kicked old Quirrel’s ass,
How long will that Lily’s spell last?!
I was a formless blob of floating muck,
Not much more than fumes from a pickup truck,
And I knew I was out of luck,
The day that Harry lived.
I started singin’

Why, why won’t this Potter shmuck die?
How’s a four-eyed little nitwit
Make this Evil Lord cry?
I swear sometimes I wonder why I still try,
But someday that little freak’s gonna fry!
Someday that little freak’s gonna fry!

So a year passed and the Malfoy clan
They came up with a nifty plan
For a diary; a younger, hotter me.
Old Lucius planted it with Ginny’s books
As he and Art exchanged dirty looks
Then the Chamber opened and the Basilisk was free
Oh, and chaos gripped that little school,
But once again the Fates were cruel
Old Harry wasn’t beat
Even poisoned he kept his feet
For in Dumbledore the twit did trust,
And killed my book with a single thrust
While I was moaning in disgust
The day that Harry lived.
I started singin’

Why, why won’t this Potter shmuck die?
How’s a four-eyed little nitwit
Make this Evil Lord cry?
I swear sometimes I wonder why I still try,
But someday that little freak’s gonna fry!
Someday that little freak’s gonna fry!

Whirling, twirling, through the story’s curvings,
Avoiding still all his just deservings,
Harry wouldn’t kick the can!
But with Sirius out of Azkaban
Dementors swarmed the school to find their man
And our hero found a weakness at last
Now, the end was not a total loss,
‘Cause old Pettigrew, he found his boss.
Came running back to me,
Oh, and fell on bended knee!
So the prophecy was coming true at last
And soon the flags would hang at half-mast
And someday I’d look back and laugh:
The day that Harry lived
Yet still I’m singin’

Why, why won’t this Potter shmuck die?
How’s a four-eyed little nitwit
Make this Evil Lord cry?
I swear sometimes I wonder why I still try,
But someday that little freak’s gonna fry!
Someday that little freak’s gonna fry!

Well it’s been a depressing climb,
With three years lost to a waste of time
And no time left to start again.
So come on Harry Potter play the game
We’ll get the Goblet to spit out your name
And if the challenges don’t kill you, I sure will
Well, long tale short, he took the bait,
And came at last to face his Fate
And in that scary hell, I fin’lly broke his spell!
And yet again I was compelled to lose this fight,
And Potter escaped into the night
And I could only rave and curse in spite
The day that Harry lived
I started singin’

Why, why won’t this Potter shmuck die?
How’s a four-eyed little nitwit
Make this Evil Lord cry?
I swear sometimes I wonder why I still try,
But someday that little freak’s gonna fry!
Someday that little freak’s gonna fry!

(slowly again, as in first verse)

Why won’t this cycle ever end?
Will my shattered ego never mend?
Or is this just the way it goes?
I guess one day the end I’ll see,
When it comes down just to him and me
But until then what’s the story gonna be?
For in the streets they laud his name,
They sing his praises and shout my shame
And amid all that is spoken,
My confidence is broken!
And the destiny that I’ll always dread,
I’ll never see that brat Harry dead
Is always there inside my head?
Each time that Harry lives.
And I’ll be singin’

Why, why won’t this Potter shmuck die?
How’s a four-eyed little nitwit
Make this Evil Lord cry?
I swear sometimes I wonder why I still try,
But someday that little freak’s gonna fry!
Someday that little freak’s gonna fry!

I’ll be singin’
Why, why won’t this Potter shmuck die?
How’s a four-eyed little nitwit
Make this Evil Lord cry?
I swear sometimes I wonder why I still try,
But someday that little freak’s gonna fry!

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Boy All the Witches Want - to the tune of Girl all the Bad Guys Want by Bowling For Soup

After class, in the corridor and I'm waiting
To finally talk to a boy a little braver than me
His name is Harry and he's called the Boy Who Lived
'Cause he survived the curse the Dark Lord tried to put on him
And when he flies
The crowd cheers and applauds for him
He doesn't notice me

Cause he's playing Quidditch
Trying to catch the Snitch
Escaping the Dark Lord
Getting into mischief
It's like a muggle movie
I just cannot let him be
He has got to be with me
I am bent on one knee
Why can't he see
That he's the boy all the witches want?
He's the boy all the witches want

He likes Cho Chang and I just do not like this
Will it change his mind if I gave him just one little kiss?
He said he'd like to ask her out the Yule Ball
He'll never know that I'm the best that he'll ever have

And when he flies
The crowd cheers and applauds for him
He'll never notice me

'Cause he's playing Quidditch
Trying to catch the Snitch
Escaping the Dark Lord
Getting into mischief
He likes 'em with a touch
Good-looks don't matter much
Flying on a broomstick
Does a wand make a witch?
It's like a muggle movie
I just cannot let him be
He has got to be with me
I am bent on one knee
Why can't he see
That he's the boy all the witches want?
He's the boy all the witches want
He's the boy all the witches want
He's the boy all the witches want

There he goes again
With his glasses on
And his untidy hair
He broke my heart
Just like his aunt inflated
And more than Voldemort ever hated

Now I'm playing Quidditch,
Trying to catch the Snitch,
Escaping the Dark Lord
Getting into mischief
I don't think I've got that touch
Now, pretty faces matter much
And I don't got no broomstick broomstick broomstick
It's like a muggle movie
I just cannot let him be
He has got to be with me
I am bent on one knee
Why can't he see
That he's the boy all the witches want?
He's the boy all the witches want
He's the boy all the witches want
He's the boy all the witches want
He's the boy all the witches want
He's the boy all the witches want
He's the boy all the witches want
He's the boy all the witches want
He's the boy all the witches want

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Avada Kedavra - to the tune of Hakuna Matata

Avada Kedavra
What a horrible phrase
Avada Kedavra
You'll see a big green blaze
Before you realize
That's the end of your days
It's Voldy's moral-free
Malignity
Avada Kedavra

Ron: Yeah, take Harry for example. (sings)Before he was at Hogwarts

Harry: (opera style) Before I was at Hogwarts!

Ron: (digging in ear with pained expression on face)Lovely, Harry

Harry: (spoken) Thank you.

Ron: His parents were nice, young Lily and James
A great witch and wizard with a well-known name

Harry: Then Voldemort came- Through our door he burst
And he killed them, with that one atrocious curse
And oh!- the pain!

(Ron: Yes, he was in pain)

Harry: Thought of changing my name!

(Ron: Oh, what's in a name?)

Harry: 'Till I went to Hogwarts

(Ron: Where did you go?)

Harry: It's located in-

Ron: (covering Harry's mouth) Harry! Not in front of the muggles!

Avada Kedavra
What a horrible phrase
Avada Kedavra
You'll see a big green blaze
Before you realize
That's the end of your days
It's Voldy's moral-free
Malignity
Avada Kedavra

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He Will be Mad - to the tune of She Will be Loved by Maroon5. PS this one is dumb.

Survived a curse at only one year old
Had some trouble with Voldemort
The Durslyes never tried to help him
He always had to help himself

I flew for miles and miles
And wound up at your dorm
I've read about you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
In the common room in the middle of the night
Look for the boy with the scar on his head
Ask him if he's the boy-who-lived
And he will be mad
And he will be mad

Send an owl or come by floo
I want to help you defeat Voldemort
I know I tend to get so clumsy
But I want to come anyway

It's not always Patronuses and Phoenixes
It's you that moves us along
My head is spinning my heart is racing
But Hermione moves us along

I don't mind spending everyday
In the common room in the middle of the night
Look for the boy with the scar on his head
Ask him if he's the boy-who-lived
And he will be mad
And he will be mad
And he will be mad
And he will be mad

I know where you hide
Alone in your dorm
Know all of the things that you've done to Voldemort
I know that Ron's your best friend at Hogwarts
Comes back and begs you to catch him every time he falls

Send an owl or come by floo
I want to help you meet Voldemort

I don't mind spending everyday
In the common room in the middle of the night
Look for the boy with the scar on his head
Ask him if he's the boy-who-lived
And he will be mad
And he will be mad
And he will be mad
And he will be mad
In the common room in the middle of the night
Please don't try so hard to beat Voldemort

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He Will be Killed - to the tune of She Will be Loved by Maroon5

Evil Lord seeking immortality
I had some problems with the Potters
I was always trying to kill them because
They were in the Order of the Phoenix

I Apparated for miles and miles
And Alohomora’d your door
I've killed your mum and your dad but somehow
I want more
I don't mind spending everyday
Scheming plans with my Death Eaters
Trying to kill that Potter kid
Ask him if he wants to Crucio awhile
And he will be killed
And he will be killed
Tap on your window, knock down your door
I want to fulfill the prophecy
I know I tend to get so downright insane
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always phoenix music
It's power that moves me along
My heart is gone and my soul is heavily debated
Read an editorial anytime you want

I don't mind spending everyday
Scheming plans with my Death Eaters
Trying to kill that Potter kid
Ask him if he wants to Crucio awhile
And he will be killed
And he will be killed
And he will be killed
And he will be killed

I know you’re a hero
I know that you’re brave
Know all of the things that always get you saved
I know that “evil” means nothing at all
It’s all about Slytherin ambition

Tap on your window, knock down your door
I want to fulfill the prophecy

I don't mind spending every day
Scheming plans with my Death Eaters
Trying to kill that Potter kid
Ask him if he wants to Crucio awhile
And he will be killed
The prophecy fulfilled
And he will be killed
The prophecy fulfilled

Please don't try so hard to save your friends
Please don't try so hard to save your friends

I don't mind spending everyday
Planning treachery with Bellatrix

I’ve tried so hard to be all-powerful

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Been Degraded [Dobby's Song] - to the tune of Vindicated by Dashboard Confessionals

Hope
Dangles on a string
My lovely liberation
Will I be
Freed today
Will I live or will I die?
He beats till I
Bleed profusely and I
Can't remember my own
Name or residence I've

Been degraded
I am worthless
I am worn
But I'll fight I swear ill fight
Swear ill wake up every morn
And I wont give up
In anything I do
I'll kick my master in the butt
I'll get Hermione to form S.P.E.W.

So sad
How no one wants me free
They all point and laugh at Harry
When he tries
To set me free
With the sock pulled from his foot
It's sweaty and it's
Bloody and it smells bad
But I don't care cause I've
Now been freed after I've

Been degraded
I am worthless
I am worn
But I'll fight I swear ill fight
Swear ill wake up every morn
And I wont give up
In anything I do
I'll kick my master in the butt
I'll get Hermione to form S.P.E.W.

So nice
How Albus hired me to work
at Hogwarts school of magic
I'll know that moment for forever
Winky is drunk on butterbeer
But I'll still care for her, dear
Clean Gryffindor common room
And make more than Snape

So let me work away
Let me work away
Let me work away
Let me work ¦ And make more then Snape
So let me work away
Let me work away
Let me work away
Let me work ¦ And make more then Snape

Been degraded
I am worthless
I am worn
But I'll fight I swear ill fight
Swear ill wake up every morn
And I wont give up
In anything I do
I'll kick my master in the butt
I'll get Hermione to form S.P.E.W.

My hope
Dangles on a string
My lovely liberation

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Meh. I think that's enough... For now. Will post up Christmas present pictures [and post about it] as soon as possible.

merry christmas!
- sarah.etherealbliss

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

2005-12-25T08:43:00.000+08:00

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!

Yay, it's christmas! Let's see. I know mum only got me a little something because she's gonna wait till after christmas to get the nicer stuff. sales, y'know. and besides, she's already getting me my guitar and amplifier, so really, i don't need a present.

TODAY I MADE COMPLETED A VERY MUSHY CHAPTER EIGHT!!!

haha. here it is. oh, and i put these signs "&" to signify the end of a chapter because the normal *** or --- doesn't show up on fanfiction [dot] net. man, how gay is that? oh, and mugglenet [dot] com is my new favourite website. okay.

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Romeo && Juliet: A Harry Potter Love Story Chapter VIII

Hermione had something to look forward to this morning. Ron and Ginny were finally coming home after six months in Romania. At least now she had Ginny whom she could talk to openly about anything. At least Ginny would understand how she felt and wouldn’t jump on her because Ginny had told the older girl that she had a crush on Blaise, so basically, they were facing the same problem. “Oh yeah, Hermione, Malfoy said that McGonagall wanted to see you in the Drama Room,” said Harry to Hermione just as she was about to leave the breakfast table. She froze. She felt oddly nervous, for some reason. “Um… h-he did?” she stammered. “Er… Did he say why?” Harry shrugged as he turned back to his cereal. “I dunno…Hermione? Is everything okay?” “Yeah. Yeah, Harry, everything’s fine.” Hermione sighed as she made her way to the Drama Room.

‘McGonagall did NOT pick Malfoy to play the lead role. McGonagall did NOT pick Malfoy to play the lead role. McGonagall did NOT pick Mal—' In case you haven’t noticed, Granger, I’m holding the door out for you,” drawled a voice Hermione unfortunately knew. She was so busy trying to convince herself that Malfoy wasn’t going to play Romeo that she didn’t notice she was already outside the Drama Room, and Malfoy was indeed holding the door open with, Hermione was shocked to see, a sort of bashful smile. She glared at him and roughly pushed her way in. When she looked back, she was pleased to see there was still a faint imprint of her hand on his cheek, proof that she had slapped him hard last night.

“As you know, the two of you have been selected to play the lead roles in our new play, Romeo and Juliet. We’ll just do half a scene today to see how you cope. Here, take your scripts up on stage. Now, let’s practice.”

”She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel, for you are as wonderful to this night, being over my head as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of people that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air,” read Draco. “Er. Um, o Romeo, Romeo, where are you, my Romeo? Deny your father and refuse your name; or, if you won’t, swear to me our—“ Hermione gulped nervously. “l-love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet,” said Hermione, stammering slightly. “Well done, both of you,” said Professor Flitwick cheerfully. “You two make the perfect Romeo and Juliet, you know,” Hermione laughed awkwardly at this while Draco just stared at his shoes.

“Well, I think that’s enough for today,” announced McGonagall. “Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, I think the both of you can leave now. Oh, and our next practice will be same time, same place next week. Understood? Good.” Hermione shouldered Malfoy out of her way as she walked briskly out the door.

“Hermione, wait.” Hermione wasn’t sure if she should be pleased he was being so persistent, or very annoyed. She ignored him and kept walking. Draco ran towards her. “Hermione… please. I’m sorry about everything. A-about the potion, and me being an—“ he sighed, “arrogant pig last night. Please. I’ve changed, Hermione. Look, I’m not the same person I was last year. I hate it when I see you avoiding me,” Hermione faced him with sad eyes. “Malf—Draco, why do you care so much about me?” Draco looked into her eyes and said one of the best things she ever heard. “Because… I like you. A lot. So much that… I dunno, I guess you could even call it love.”

Hermione looked away. Never did she think she’d see the day Draco would have feelings for her. Or even have feelings, for a start. Those icy gray blue eyes were filled with so much emotion…wasn’t this what she wanted? Wasn’t this the thing she had always dreamed about since she saw him six years ago? “Draco I… I don’t know. I mean… How’m I going to tell Ron and Harry? They’ll kill you if they find out. And… what about your friends?” He shrugged. “Blaise is really my only friend. And he already knew so… it’s fine.”

Then, before he knew what he was doing, Draco kissed Hermione. Shockamazementlovefearadrenaline went shooting through Hermione’s mind like a bullet to her head. “Draco why the hell did you just do that?” she asked him as she tore herself away from his lips. Draco sort of hung his head. “I don’t know… I just wanted to know what it felt like… I’m sorry.” Hermione shook her head slowly as she watched him. Then suddenly, as if she meant to do it all along, she kissed him back. And it felt good.

This was what they had both been waiting for.

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haha. mushy much? comments please!

anyway, mum wants me to go to bed NOW [poop] so that i can get up earlier and disturb everyone later in the morning for gift-opening.

so,
merry christmas, everyone!
- sarah.etherealbliss

2005-12-23T03:46:00.000+08:00

currently watching: bend it like beckham

i love this movie. well actually, this is the first time i'm seeing it so... anyway.

goddd.

this is the, what, third time i'm blogging today? man. i'm such a saddo. let's see. got this off iman's site. will now proceed to fill it up. and maybe a few other surveys. bah, i'm bored. and no one's commenting on my fanfiction... yet. anyway, here goes.

1. What is your full name? sarah chong hui ying.

2. What colour pants are you wearing? grey sweater and blue cords.

3. What are you listening to right now? Hot Stuff [I Want You Back] - Pussycat Dolls

4. Are your legs crossed? yup.

5. What was the last thing you ate? dinner. same as last night's.

6. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? how the hell should i know?

7. How is the weather right now? cold. sometimes sunny in the afternoon.

8. Last person you talked to on the phone? mum.

9. First thing you notice about people. features.

10. How are you today. pretty okay.

11. Favourite drink? apart from water, coke.

12. Favourite alcoholic drink? excuse me? i'm only thirteen. alright, twelve and ten twelfths.

13. Favourite sport? does foosball count? if not... then either basketball or netball.

14. Favourite hair colour? black or copper.

15. Favourite eye colour? brown or green.

16. Do you wear contacts? nope. am persuading my parents to let me though.

17. Siblings? none.

18. Favourite food? any type of malaysian food. and... a few other things. but it'll take too long to list them all down. uh... spicy food, i guess.

19. Last movie I watched? Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

20. Favourite day of the year? It depends.

21. Are you too shy to ask someone out? and... why, pray tell, would i tell you?

22. Do you like marmite? i don't know.

23. Summer or winter? Both.

24. Hugs or kisses? it depends who's giving what [sly smile].

25. Chocolate or Vanilla? both.

26. You love? family, friends, daniel radcliffe and tom felton. billie joe and ashton kutcher don't count 'cause they're married.

27. Who is most likely to respond? wha?

28. Who is least likely to respond? oh. well. i don't know.

29. Living arrangements? whatthehell does that mean?

30. What book are you reading? Maskerade - Terry Pratchett

31. Did you wake up before your alarm went off? No. I'm laaaziieee.

32. Do you miss big brother yet? no, because i don't HAVE ONE.

33. What inspires you? it could be anything.

34. Buttered, plain or salted popcorns? buttered or caramel.

35. Favourite crisps? doritos, hon.

36. Favourite car? nice big ones. BMW X3?

37. Favourite flowers? i like a lot. but i think my favourite's the orchid.

38. How many keys on your keyring? don't have one [the keyring.]

39. Can you juggle? only with two.

40. Favourite day of the week? any tuition-free day is fine by me.

41. Red or white wine? again: i'm UNDERAGE.

42. What did you do for your last birthday? uh. just dinner.

43. Do you own a donor card. what the hell is a donor card?

44. The first thing you think of when you get up in the morning? "god i wanna go back to bed."

45. Dreamdate? daniel radcliffe. or tom felton.

46. What are you going to do when you finish this? continue my fanfiction.

chapter SEVEN!

2005-12-23T01:53:00.000+08:00

Romeo && Juliet: A Harry Potter Love Story Chapter VII

The next three days were hell for both Draco and Hermione. Hermione avoided Draco like he had contracted some sort of deadly contagious virus, which made it impossible for him to apologize to her. Hermione was shocked. Never in her life had a guy taken so much effort to just apologize to her, and this was her arch-enemy. Maybe he really did like her after all. But any thoughts like that were quickly squashed by her pessimistic conscience. She hated having to avoid him so, but she had her reputation to consider. And besides, what if Malfoy was just playing with her emotions? She’d make a mess out of herself all for nothing. No, it was best to avoid any sort of confrontation.

Friday night came all too soon for Hermione. Six o’clock… Seven thirty… Hermione sighed and got her stuff ready. She trudged to the Detention Room when suddenly someone tapped her shoulder. Her lightning fast reflexes kicked in as she punched the person, thinking it was Malfoy. She gasped as she saw whom she had hit: Professor Snape! “Oh my God… Professor, I’m so sorry! I thought you were someone else… Oh, I’m so sorry…” Snape scowled at her as he pushed aside her outstretched hand. “Unfortunately Miss Granger, Professor McGonagall has asked me to cancel tonight’s detention as she needs to see you. Your detention has been postponed to next Wednesday. Now, go.”

Hermione couldn’t help but smile. Saved from detention! But then again, what could McGonagall possibly want with her? As far as she knew, she hadn’t gotten into any trouble so far… As she ran off, Snape called out as an afterthought, “AND TWENTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR FOR HITTING A TEACHER!” She began the long walk back to McGonagall’s office. “Granger?” Hermione bowed her head, not wanting to address the speaker. She walked faster. A[nother] hand grasped her shoulder. “Hermione… Please. I’m sorry I got you into trouble, and I’m sorry about what happened in the hospital wing, alright?” Hermione still had her back turned, refusing to look at him. “No, it’s NOT alright. Besides sorry doesn’t even cover it. And… I was lying about what I said in the hospital wing. Anyway, I have to see McGonagall NOW.” Draco shrugged. “So do I. Look Granger, although the potion Blaise gave you was mild, it was still effective. I know you like me and that’s fine by me.” Hermione whirled around to face him. “Oh, so now I’ve got your permission to like you, have I? Gods, I must have done something really bad to fall in love with a stupid, self centered, obnoxious GIT like you!” And with that, an angry, tearful Hermione slapped the blonde-haired boy and strode off, leaving him to nurse his throbbing cheek.

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At nine fifteen, Hermione floated back into the Common Room, where Harry was sitting, with a grin that threatened to split her face in two. “Hey, Hermione,” said Harry. “Why so cheerful?” Hermione couldn’t help herself; she squealed. “Don’t you mean Juliet?” Hermione asked, sitting down. “Hey, congrats, ‘Mione! I knew you’d get the part.” Hermione glowed. “Thanks. You know, I still can’t quite believe it. I mean, this just feels so… surreal.” Harry laughed. “Hey, you got the part. Stop complaining.” She smiled. “Yeah, I know. Well anyway, I’ve gotta go finish my Transfiguration homework, so… see ya,” she said as she got up to leave. She didn’t notice Harry disappointedly pull back his arm that he was about to drape on her shoulders.

As Hermione made her way up to the girls’ dormitory, she suddenly realized that McGonagall had also called up Malfoy. She froze. Then she brushed her thoughts of Malfoy being her Romeo away, blaming it on paranoia. ‘I mean, there’s no way McGonagall would have picked him… right?’

growl.

2005-12-22T19:31:00.000+08:00

sarah is pissed. [enter] do you want to know why she is pissed?[enter] maybe it's because her goddamn AOL broadband is being the b!tchiest gay ever.[enter] maybe it's because her stupid "enter" button on her keyboard isn't working which is why she has to type the words ENTER so that people will know when she's... enter-ing. [enter] and maybe because msn refuses to let her get online. [enter] or perhaps it's because she still has the ****ing writer's block. i mean, i've got the plot all planned out. but my grammar... the vocabulary... it's just not going down right. [enter]oh wait. NOW the stupid enter key is working.

NOW my stupid msn has managed to log on. god.

call me an ungrateful little cow, but although now i have two less things to be pissed about, i'm still just as pissed.

so don't mess with me.

just fix my goddamn broadband and i'll love you for life.
- sarah.etherealbliss.

this way up clip!!!

2005-12-22T06:32:00.000+08:00

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh THIS WAY UP CLIP!!!

oh yeah. i've found the code!! i rock, i rock, i rock...

http://www.danradcliffe.us/videos/thiswayup_2005.wmv

DON'T direct link that. instead, why don't you just right click and click save target as? it'll be so much easier... i think.

yay daniel radcliffe! he looks weird in there though.

2005-12-21T03:26:00.000+08:00

~~bah! stupid stupid stupid. to readers, this is just a test.~~

mehh. sorry guys. stupid skin was acting up. bah.

so. have changed my old daniel radcliffe one to this new harry potter one. well. it used to be hannah's but hey, she changed it. and the previous one was being gay [hannah's word.] and this happened to be one of the few good ones. the rest were all pretty crap.

i.
still.
have.
writer's block.

damn.

am whiling away the hours playing destruct-o-match on neopets [yes. i actually opened an account on neopets just so i could play that game. and win points. god, how sad am i?]

no one's online right now. except for lee and val.

i miss my pets. i miss sleeping. every night i sleep at 2 something a.m. and my mum wakes me up at an ungodly 9 a.m. sometimes 8. bahh. but oh well.

have discovered mugglenet.com which happens to owned by one of the most cynical, sarcastic owners i've ever known. i love it.

gwen stefani's gonna have a baby.

and how cool would that be, having gwen as your mom. she rocks at gymnastics. she's one of the coolest female singers ever. oh, and she dyed her hair pink once. and she has her own clothing line. and she's hot [in a non-lesbian way.]

so. very. cool.

oh wait. i gotta go makan now.

[45 minutes fly by.]

*burp* am back. had roast duck, asparagus, pork and rice. mmmm. am now having a milkybar yogurt/dessert thing. yes, i am a pig, sue me.

a-ha. chapter six of romeo and juliet is FINALLY up. yay me. here goes...

Romeo and Juliet: A Harry Potter Love Story Chapter VI

As soon as she neared the Gryffindor house, Hermione stopped running, and started to practice her breathing. In… out… In… out… She shook her hair back, straightened her robes and continued to walk coolly back to the house and faked her smile that she used so often. She knew Harry would be on her case if he saw her upset and agitated. Hermione felt like slamming her head on the gray stone walls, but that’d only give her a really bad concussion and a trip back to the hospital wing. How could she have been so stupid? She should’ve known that anything Malfoy gave her would have something in it that wasn’t supposed to be there. But then again… Did he really like her back? After six years of waiting could she possibly have gotten what she wanted?

‘No,’ said her pessimistic side firmly. ‘It’s not possible. It just doesn’t work that way. You’re supposed to spend the rest of your life wishing you were his and have your heart broken repeatedly when he dates other girls. No, he doesn’t, can't, have feelings for you.’ Those walls were so tempting… Hermione sighed and dealt with the problem the only way she knew how: blame someone else.

DAMN YOU, MALFOY! Damn you for making me fall for you! DamndamndamndamndamndamnDAMN!

Great. Now she was just being stupid. She spoke the Gryffindor password and saw Harry sitting at a table with her satchel and some other students getting ready for their classes. Then she remembered: Double Potions with the Slytherins! Oh damn, damn, damn… Hermione noticed Harry… sharpening her quills for her? That was odd. And he was placing them back so carefully too… Could he…? Nah. He was just being nice, that's all. That's what friends did, right? No way would Harry ever fall for her. Right?

***

Hermione and Harry just made it to the dungeons as Snape walked in. Luckily, he didn’t dock any points from them. As she made her way to her seat, Hermione carefully avoided Draco’s penetrating stare. Damn, why did she have to sit two seats in front of Draco and his stupid friend Blaise??

All through Snape’s class Hermione wasn’t taking any notes. The only thing she could think of was ‘he loves me, he loves me not’-ing. She risked a sneaky glance at Draco to see if he was still staring but thankfully, he was taking notes, or at least scribbling very attentively. Just as she was about to turn back to the front, someone tapped on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Blaise holding out a small scrap of paper. She took it suspiciously and opened it underneath her desk. ‘Sorry’ was scrawled out in big red letters, signed Blaise and Draco. She looked back and saw Draco staring at her pleadingly and Blaise chewing his lip. Well this was weird…

But still. They had tricked her. Hermione wrote a large NO on the paper and just as she was about to slip it back to Blaise, Snape turned to the front to address the class and his stare fell on Hermione and the pieve of paper clutched in her fist. “Oh, and what do we have here?” he asked nastily as he advanced to her desk. “Let’s see, Granger passing notes? Fifty points from Gryffindor for not paying attention in class.” “B-b-but sir, it wasn’t me, Draco started—” “No buts, Miss Granger. Detention this Friday night at eight o’clock SHARP. Understood?” All Hermione could do was to nod. But as soon as Snape left her desk, she looked back and shot Draco the most venomous glare she could muster. Blaise gazed pityingly at his friend as he slumped down in his seat.

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Bah. Yes, I know it's short. But like I said earlier, I've had the writer's block. Anyway, I'll try and write some more as soon as possible. Anyway, I guess that's enough for today.

Oh, and one more thing I forgot to mention in my last few posts: I DYED MY HAIR. wooooot.

Love me,
- sarah.etherealbliss.

daniel.radcliffe rocks my world!

2005-12-20T05:45:00.000+08:00

hello people.

i love this new layout. i mean, i don't quite like the picture, but the overall layout's nice. i've got a similar icon with him holding the bass and the words saying: dan rocks the air guitar. wait. i think i can post it up here... hang on...

[IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v466/liquidcucumber/dan10.gif[/IMG]
ahaha. cute.

daaaniieeeellll raaadddcclliiiiiffe.

i'm going crazy. ahahaha.

i've still got the writer's block. but i'm making some, though slow, progress on romeo && juliet: a harrypotter love story chapter VI.

speaking of harry potter, i saw daniel radcliffe [drools] on some brit comedy show. not sure what it's called though. anyway. this is how it starts [or something like it. this is all from memory, and as you all know, my memory is pretty fuzzy. but anyway.]

2 guys, sean and hamis, are talking about harry potter.

sean: somethingsomethingsomething i should be the spanish teacher in the new movie.

hamis: there isn't any spanish teacher, you something.

sean: yeah, but i'll be doing the horizontal lambada with maggie smith [me: -_o]

hamis: [ rolls eyes. ]

*car alarm sounds*

sean: [groans] i think that's my car. *goes down to check*

*traffic warden standing by his car. sean approaches them and the harry potter theme song sounds* [me: sing with me, people! ding ding, dingdingding, ding diiing, diiing...]

sean: 'ere, you're that harry potter bloke, innit? aren't you supposed to be... acting or hexing people or summink?[me: or something like it]

daniel: somethingsomethingsomething no, i love this job! something something something about cars somethingsomething. [told you my memory was fuzzy] so go on, give me some grief! [well, i know they were talking about sean's parking ticket. i think.]

sean: eh?

daniel: yeah! go on, punch me or something...

sean: wha? oh- oh, no, i couldn't...

daniel: oh, go on, you know you want to...

sean: um... okay... *punches daniel [me: faints] on the nose. pretty hard*

daniel: ow! *rubs nose* hey, you didn't even make it bleed! go on, properly this time...

*sean backs away slowly.*

sean: no, no, that's okay, um, i'll just be going, eh? uh, bye!

daniel: *grins* i LOVE this job!!
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um... weird much? but it was funny, anyway. daniel doesn't look nice with long hair. but i don't care. it's still him.

but really, harry potter as crazy traffic warden who enjoys being hurt? now that's just strange.
wait. i think i've got a random spasm coming on...

NO, TOM! Not the BUZZ CUT! No Tom.... Why, why did you get a buzz cut?? [sobs]

well. i guess that's about it for now.

love me,
sarah.etherealbliss

fanfiction chapters and condolences

2005-12-16T00:44:00.000+08:00

okay. chapters four and five of romeo && juliet: a harry potter love story is up. but i made some tiny edits in the other chapters so.. what the heck, i'll just post everything here.

Romeo && Juliet: A Harry Potter Love Story

Disclaimer: I, sadly, own nothing. Harry, Hermione, Draco, etc. etc. are the work of the fabulous J. K. Rowling. The plot, however, is mine, all mine…

Romeo && Juliet: A Harry Potter Love Story Chapter I

“Hey, ‘Mione, come check this out!” hollered Harry Potter to Hermione Granger across the Gryffindor Common Room.

Hermione sighed, and carefully placed a bookmark between the pages of her book. She walked over to him. “Yeah, Harry?” Harry pointed at a notice stuck onto the wall. In big bright letters the header read “HOGWARTS DRAMA CLUB: AUDTITIONS FOR THE PARTS OF ROMEO AND JULIET TODAY! ” Hermione stared at the piece of yellow paper. “Romeo and Juliet…? Harry, why, pray tell, are you pointing this out to me?” Harry grinned. “Well… I was thinking… maybe the both of us could write our names down? You know, to audition. Just for a joke, of course,” he added hurriedly at Hermione’s murderous scowl.

“Harry, you know I can’t act. I blush every time I lie, for god's sake. If I can’t manage something as simple as that, how am I supposed to act?” Harry sighed. “Oh go on, Mione... this just for fun, anyway. Who cares if we don't get in?” Hermione pondered this for a while. “Well, I guess we could audition. Just for fun, mind. But… what’s in it for me? Let’s say I forget my lines and make a complete fool of myself in front of everyone else watching? After all, you were the one who talked me into this…” “Uh.. I'll tell you a secret of mine which you can do anything with?” Harry instantly regretted the rash offer. Hermione grinned evilly. “It’s a deal. I wonder what time we have to be there?” wondered Hermione as she tiptoed to read the rest of the details and sign their names. Meanwhile, Harry was mentally kicking himself and praying that Hermione got through the auditions with no glitches.

“Romeo and Juliet, eh? I’m bound to get the lead role,” bragged Draco Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle nodded dumbly. “Juliet, O Juliet, where art though, my Juliet?” he said, putting one hand over his heart and another thrust out. “Hur hur hur,” said Crabbe and Goyle simultaneously. "Oh wait. Juliet's supposed to say that, not me. Whatever, there are scripts."

“Urh, good acting, boss. Durh, you’re bound to get the, durh, lead part…” rumbled Goyle. “Why thank you, Goyle. Here, have a Galleon,” as Malfoy reached into his pocket and brought out a gold coin. He flipped it into the air towards Goyle, who made to catch it, but at the last second, Malfoy's Seeker instincts kicked in and he grabbed the Galleon, which was then placed back in his pocket. “Hah, I can’t believe you actually fell for that, Goyle. Honestly, Goyle, you can be so thick sometimes. Anyway, I’m going for the audition now.” Crabbe guffawed at Malfoy’s stab at Goyle. Goyle punched Crabbe’s nose. A big fight between the two cronies ensued. Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Immature oafs,” he muttered under his breath as he walked out of the Slytherin Common Room.

“I’m going to get the lead role. I’m going to be the star of the play. I’m going to be— Oof!” Someone collided with Malfoy, waking him out of his reverie. “Oi, you, watch your step— Oh, it’s Scarhead and the Mudblood. And where are you two off to in such a hurry?” Hermione scowled at him. “Excuse me? Watch my step? You were the one wandering around mumbling to yourself! And anyway, where we’re headed is of no business to you. Now if you’ll excuse us… C’mon, Harry.” Draco glared at the pair.

Then suddenly Draco knew where the two were going. It was so unbelievably ridiculous! Potter was actually going to audition! He was so going to make a fool of himself. He laughed out loud at this, attracting a few stares from some of the younger students.

Then he remembered Granger was going to audition for the part of Juliet Capulet. 'That’s okay,' he thought, 'I want Granger to get the part—'Wait. What on earth was he thinking? Of course he didn’t want Granger to play Juliet! But… he did… sort of… No! She was a Muggle-born! And besides, even if they did manage to become a couple, which was highly unlikely seeing as Granger probably hated his guts as well, what would his father say? He’d cause shame on the entire family, and for what? An attractive, smart, witty… Mudblood. He shook his head. If she ended up getting the role of Juliet and he Romeo, that would mean that sometime during the play they’d have to— Draco felt sick, yet oddly euphoric at this thought— kiss each other. What would people think?

Although it was only a play, they’d still tease him. He didn’t want to spend the rest of the year being called the Muggle-Lover. Draco tried to desperately distract himself up by imagining Potter embarrassing himself in front of all the other students, but after a while, it failed to work. As he walked to the Drama room, all he could think about was Granger being his Juliet.

Romeo && Juliet: A Harry Potter Love Story Chapter II

“That Malfoy… he makes me so mad sometimes…” muttered Hermione to herself and partly to Harry. “Uh-huh…” murmured Harry, not really listening. ‘She looks so hot when she’s upset. NO, HARRY, YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT HER AGAIN!’ Harry shook his head, but it didn’t help. It wasn’t his fault he fell for Hermione, right? And it definitely wasn’t his fault that although she was already naturally pretty, she had grown even more beautiful over the summer, either. HE WAS NOT TO BLAME FOR FALLING FOR HER! Hermione used to have unmanageably thick bushy hair; now most of it was cut and she sported light, girly curls. Also, she finally managed to persuade her parents to let her use a Straightening Charm on her teeth, which did wonders for her. And her once baggy, shapeless school robes were now replaced with robes that actually fit her and modestly showed off her hourglass figure.

Harry shook his head again and looked up. They were already at the Drama room. Hermione took a deep breath, and then turned to face Harry. “Okay. You ready?” Harry tried to grin but it only turned out as a grim smile. Together they pushed the doors open. There were already quite a number of students lined up. The students were separated into two lines-- one for the girls, and another one for the guys. Harry and Hermione each went into their respective lines. Hermione was behind Padma Patil, and Harry behind Ernie Macmillan.

Hermione looked around. She sensed someone was missing, for some odd reason, but she couldn't spot anything missing so she listened to McGonagall. “… Now, I want you all to pair up with the person next to you. You will each be given yours and your partner’s lines, which will be highlighted in yellow. You will memorize them, and when you and your partner are ready raise your hands, and you will come up and audition in front of us. Understood?” Hermione turned to pair up with Harry, but he was already paired up with Padma. That explained why Hermione thought someone was missing—The boys line was one guy less than the girls’. But then—

“I’m sorry I’m late, Professor.” Hermione looked to see who was the latecomer, hoping fervently that it wasn’t— “Ah, Mr. Malfoy, you’re just in time. Get in line, your partner will tell you what to do.” “Thank you, Professor.” Great. Why did this have to happen to her? Hermione had had the biggest crush on Draco since... ever, but so did all the other girls. She did almost everything she could to avoid him as so not to embarrass herself in front of him, and when they did bump into each other, Hermione always acted pissed at him, while she was secretly admiring his icy gray-blue eyes. She could look him in the eye for more than five seconds without any suspicion aroused, as she always pretend-glared at him. And now they had to pair up. They had to act mushy in front of the teachers and students during the audition. Great.

‘OH YEAH! WHOOO! I’m pairing up with Granger, I’m pairing up with Granger, yeah, I’m pairing up with—' oh god. NO. He was thinking about her AGAIN. Why did this have to happen to him? ‘You’re pairing up with Granger, you’re pairing’—sang a little voice in his head, which he stomped out immediately. No. Granger was out of the question. The mere idea of it was preposterous. ‘Are you sure about that?’ purred the little voice as he got in line behind Potter. ‘YES,’ he thought angrily. ‘Yes, of course I’m sure of that.’

Romeo && Juliet: A Harry Potter Love Story: Chapter III

Hermione was almost nervous to face Draco. “Great. I gotta pair up with the Mudblood,” she heard him mutter under his breath, emphasizing the last word. Hermione’s eyes contracted into slits. “Wow, I wonder what I did to get paired up with such a slimy git,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. Malfoy looked at Hermione. He raised his eyebrow with an amused smile. “Ooh, sharp, Granger. We could keep going on and on at this but right now, I’d like to try and memorize my lines. Which you seem to have.” Hermione glared at her boots as she handed his script over. Draco snatched his script and muttered a reluctant “ ’nks.”

The pair studied their lines for about fifteen minutes before successfully memorizing them. Hermione glanced at Draco’s lithe form, toned in all the right places thanks to years of Quidditch practice. ‘HERMIONE JANE GRANGER. YOU ARE NOT TO THINK OF DRACO MALFOY IN THAT WAY. He's your arch-nemesis, for god's sake!’ “Well Malfoy, are you ready or not?” “Ready as I’ll ever be.” Hermione then put her hand up as instructed. Draco noticed that they were going to be the first to audition. He wasn’t quite sure if this was a good thing or not. Draco followed Hermione up to the stage as she beckoned to him. He sneaked a peek at Hermione. She certainly was a good-looking girl, no doubt about that. ‘God, why did the Mudblood have to be so pretty?’ he wondered. Sure, he had tried to make her life miserable for the past six years, but he had always felt that there was something about her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, just that he was, in a way, attracted to her. ‘GOD DAMNIT, MALFOY! WHAT THE HELL!? NO, YOU ARE NOT ATTRACTED TO GRANGER! SHE IS A LOWLIFE MUDBLOOD WHO DOESN’T DESERVE YOU!’ screamed the side of him that was still prejudiced and arrogant.

Soon it was time to audition. They managed their lines well, except when Granger stuttered a little at the beginning. And Draco was putting all those Drama classes he used to attend when he was younger to use. Though he hated to say it, Granger seemed like a pretty good actress as well. Who knew she had such talent? ‘AARGH, THERE YOU GO AGAIN! SHE JUST GOT LUCKY, THAT’S ALL! SHE IS NOT A GOOD ACTRESS!’ ‘Well, I think we have a good chance of getting the lead roles.’ said the part of him that was ever so slightly attracted to her. Which brought Draco back to the fact that if they did get lead roles they would have to kiss. Or at least come into very close contact. ‘I don’t mind,’ thought Draco. His prejudiced side of him just lay down and cried. He shook his head.

Hermione and Draco were then called over by McGonagall, who had the faintest hint of a smile on her face. “Well done, Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. In fact, although it’s still much too early to tell, I dare say that the two of you have a very high chance of scoring the roles of Romeo and Juliet. But we’ll soon see…” Hermione shot a horrified glance at Draco, while Draco just stared at McGonagall, dumbfounded. “Well, the two of you may leave now. Go run along…” The two shook their heads, glared at each other again and left after thanking Professor McGonagall.

“Well, Granger, I certainly hope you’re happy.” said Draco, stepping in front of her as she walked through the corridors. Hermione looked at him confusedly. “Thanks to your brilliant acting, we may have to pretend to be madly in love with each other during rehearsals, and the play.” Hermione stared at him with an open mouth. “Wha—Excuse me? It’s not my fault I acted okay. And anyway, it’s not like I would’ve made a fool of myself on purpose in front of everyone watching. And why are you putting all the blame on me? I was watching you just now. It seems like you’ve taken some drama classes. Not that you need it, ‘cause you’re a natural drama queen. Besides, didn’t you hear what McGonagall said? She said though we have a very high chance of getting the lead roles, they haven’t decided yet. ”

Draco glared at her, unable to find a witty comeback that was usually at the tip of his tongue, ready to be fired at someone. “Well… Just hope to God that we don’t get chosen to play Romeo and Juliet. I don’t think I could stand a minute having to pretend to be in love with you. “My feelings precisely, Malfoy. Anyway, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get into my house.” Draco looked at her questioningly. Hermione raised your eyebrow. “You’re blocking the portrait.” Draco turned, and found himself in front of a very annoyed-looking Fat Lady. Grimacing, he stepped to the side to let Hermione get to the portrait. She turned and looked at him meaningfully. “Now what?” he asked crossly. Hermione glared. “I’ve got to speak the password, don’t I?” Draco cringed in embarrassment. Out of comebacks, he stomped back to his own house, but ended up tripping on his robes, and he fell flat on his face. Hermione could barely control herself; even the Fat Lady was laughing at him. This was brilliant. Two big screw-ups in one day, in front of Granger. The Malfoys never ‘screwed up’. He shook his head. Falling for Hermione Granger was obviously very bad for his internal system.

Romeo && Juliet: A Harry Potter Love Story Chapter IV

Harry made his way back to the Gryffindor house. His audition was nothing short of disastrous. First, Padma got so nervous she couldn’t speak, and when they had finally coaxed her into speaking, Harry had forgotten his lines, so they both had to spend another ten minutes rereading it. And then Padma tripped on her robe, grabbed his sleeve for support only it brought Harry down as well so they both fell with a loud thump on the stage floor. Embarrassing, but it would probably have been worse if he had to tell Hermione his secret. She probably wouldn’t take it well if she knew that one of her best guy friends of six years fancied her.

“Carpe diem,” said Harry as the Fat Lady swung the portrait door open. There weren’t many students in the Gryffindor Common Room as most of them were still at the auditions. Harry found Hermione sitting by the fire in a big plushy armchair.

“Hi, Harry,” said Hermione as if in a trance. “Hey. Oh God, I messed up big time at the auditions. You won’t believe what happened, ‘cause see, first Padma…” Hermione knew Harry was talking to her but right now, she couldn’t be bothered listening to him so she continued staring at the fire. “…And then I ended up falling—Hermione? Hermione. OI, WAKE UP, YOU!” Hermione looked up at Harry and sighed. “Harry… Look, I’m sorry, but I’d really like to be alone right now.” Harry gazed sympathetically at his friend. “Okay. That’s fine. Look Hermione, I… just want you to know that if you wanna talk, I’m here for you. Okay?” Hermione looked up at him gratefully. “Yeah. Thanks, Harry,” as he left her to sit by the fire.

‘Oh god… Why the hell does this have to be so difficult? This is so unfair. Why can’t I just ignore that stupid Malfoy and get on with my own life?’ She cupped her head in her hands. Why couldn’t she fall for someone else? Anyone would do, just so long as it wasn’t Malfoy. Hermione had gone through a brief period in fifth year when she had a crush on Harry, but he was too preoccupied with Ginny, so she backed off and ended up falling for Malfoy again. Most of the time she wished she could just… store all her unwanted feelings somewhere she couldn’t ever find them. That would make life so much easier. She let out a twisted chuckle. ‘Welcome to the real world, baby.’

She had no one to talk to. The Weasleys were skipping six months of school to study in Romania, although she didn’t exactly know what for. And although Harry’s offer was nice and all, she figured he would pretty much blow up if he knew that she had feelings for the enemy. God. This. Was. Hard. There was just so much about Malfoy that she found irresistible. His wit, charm, intelligence, good looks, and so much more. But strangely, it was the little things that made it clear that they could never be. He hated her for her blood. He hated the people she mixed with. And he was cruel to others. Was it worth sacrificing these small, yet significant things just for one guy, who, if they did get together, might probably dump her for someone better looking, or just leave her out in the cold just for the fun of it?

This sucked. Hermione grabbed one of the satin crimson cushions and just screamed into it. ‘I’M NEVER GONNA UNDERSTAND BOYS!’ she thought miserably.

Romeo and Juliet: A Harry Potter Love Story Chapter V

“You what?” asked a wide-eyed Blaise Zabini to his best friend for the sixth time. Draco seethed. “YES, Blaise, you heard correctly. YES, I HAVE fallen for the Mudblood, okay? Now will you please stop saying ‘you what?’” “Oh God. Oh. My. God. Bloody hell, Draco, all these years I thought you were dead set against her… Now you’r telling me you’ve had feelings for her all along? Oh my God.” Draco glared at his stunned friend. “Hey, it isn’t exactly something I can control, is it?” Blaise took this into consideration. “Well… Do you know if she likes you back?” Draco snorted. “Get real, Blaise. This is Herm— Granger we’re talking about here. She probably fancies someone else like Weasley or Scarhead.” Blaise grinned craftily. “Well, there’s only one way to find out…”

“My God, Blaise. I never thought I’d see the day you’d hatch a more diabolical scheme than me…” “Well, I never thought I’d see the day you’d fall for Granger. And this isn’t a ‘diabolical scheme’, as you say it is. We’re just finding out if Granger likes you or not.” “Blaise. I’m telling you, she’s gonna say no. And where did you find the time to brew this thing?” Blaise shrugged. “Always had a flask of it in my pocket. Just in case I needed it. Um… If you could stop glaring at me anytime soon, that would be great. Oh come on. If I didn’t have this baby we’d never be able to find out if she fancies you back.” Draco sighed in defeat. “Oh, alright. But not a word to anyone, you hear?” he hissed. “Yeah. Yeah. I got it, boss.” The potion Blaise had was something similar to Veritaserum, only milder.

‘Okay. So how exactly are we gonna get her to drink the potion without arousing any suspicion? We can’t do it while she’s at the Great Hall, people will hear us. We’ve got to get her alone… And she hardly goes anywhere without that stupid Scarhead…” Blaise shrugged. “She always goes to the Library by herself, doesn’t she?” Draco wanted to bash his head on the wall. “Yeah… But Madam Pince won’t let us bring drinks into the Library. And Granger wouldn’t touch anything we give her…” Blaise paced around the corridor. “Well, we could just knock her out, send her to Madam Pomfrey, wait for her to come around then give it to her.” Draco stared amazed at Blaise. “Oh my God. That is pure genius, Blaise! I mean, who’d be suspicious of an innocent cup of water, right?”

WHAM.

Blaise sighed. “Sorry, Granger,” he whispered in her ear. “But we’ve gotta know.” Draco then carried her off to the hospital wing, accompanied by Blaise.

“Uh… Madam Pomfrey? We found Hermione in the corridor. We think she walked into a wall and got knocked out…” Madam Pomfrey stared at them curiously. “Is… something the matter, Madam Pomfrey?” asked Blaise. “Oh no, dear. I just never thought… you two would be the ones bringing her here, that’s all.” The pair shared triumphant looks. “Madam Pomfrey, is it alright if we stay with her until she comes around?” She stared at them some more. “Why… Yes…. Of course…” and she led the two to Hermione’s bed.

They waited.

And waited some more.

Finally Draco said, “Blaise? How hard did you hit her?” His friend bristled. “Well, I had to do a proper job, didn’t I?” “Fair enough.”

And they waited a bit more. Then at last Hermione began to stir. “She’s coming around, Blaise! Okay, let’s put the potion in now before she sees us…”

“Urgh. Wha— Where am I? Why am I here?” Hermione mumbled groggily. She looked around and saw the two boys sitting by her bedside. “And… what are you two doing here?” she asked suspiciously as she edged ever so slightly away from them. Draco rolled his eyes. “If you must know, Granger, Blaise and I found you knocked out just outside the Library. So we brought you here and decided to stay with you ‘till you came round. Here, have some water. It’ll do you good,” he said as he handed her the glass. She made a face. “Malfoy, I wouldn’t drink anything you gave me. Now if you don’t mind, I’ll just get my own water…” “Don’t be stupid, Her—Granger. Look, is it so wrong if we wanna be nice to you for once? And besides, it’s not like we’re going to poison you or anything…” said Draco trying to hide his annoyance as he forced it into her hand. Hermione decided to take the glass but glared at them suspiciously over the rim of the glass.

The boys exchanged looks. The potion should be kicking in now…

“Okay. Granger,” Draco lowered his voice before continuing. “Do you like me?” Hermione stared open-mouthed at them, trying to resist the effects of the potion. “Alright! Yes, Draco, I do!” Hermione blurted out. She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth as Draco whooped softly and Blaise pumped his fist. “Wh—What did you put in my drink?” she cried, staring madly at her glass. Blaise shrugged. “A milder version of Veritaserum. It’s not the real Veritaserum, dummy, I said a milder version of it, so it’s legal,” he said as a triumphant grin started to creep slowly onto Hermione’s face, which faded instantly. “But… why? And when is it going to wear off?” “Five minutes,” said Blaise as Draco sighed and said softly, “Don’t you get it? I… like you, okay? And I just… wanted to know if …you liked me back so we knocked you out and sent you here... and then we... waited for you to come around so you could drink this potion 'cause i wanted to knowifyoulikedmeback, okay?” Hermione sat there stunned. Her mouthed opened and closed a few times but she remained speechless. Suddenly, she shot out of bed, grabbed her shoes and ran for it as she yelled out, “Thanks, Madam Pomfrey, I’m feeling much better now okay thanks BYE!” to the matron.

The boys stared after her. “Oh God. Oh God…” mumbled Draco. Blaise cupped his forehead in his hands as Madam Pomfrey came bustling in. “I don’t know what you two did to that poor girl, but you've probably upset the dear. Now, out, out!” as she shoved them out the hospital wing.

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okay. that's everything. i got PCD! They rock. i think i'm more into female acts now than punk guy ones because... i can just relate to the songs by skye sweetnam or the pussycat dolls or sugababes more than green day. i mean, let's face it. green day rock, but... a girl can't exactly relate to their songs, can she?

am in lyrics mode now.

skyesweetnam - numberone

I saw my boyfriend hanging with this girl that I hate // He didn't have to tell me why last night he was late // I can't believe what you tell me // Your lies have come undone // Now I'm living on the run // Looking out for number one //

I took a ride to the city // Had to get out of this place // I just can't stand the pity // When the tears fall down my face // I used to think it was over // But its only just begun // Now I'm living on the run // Looking out for number one //

One day // You'll see me // But only when you're dreaming // One day // You'll say I was the one //

I hitched a ride on a Greyhound // Stashed away on a train // Bought a ticket for the subway // Playin' guitar in the rain //

I want to follow rivers // To an island in the sun // Now I'm living on the run // Looking out for number one //

One day you'll see me // But only when your dreaming // One day // You'll say I was the one //

Late at night // Trying to fight // I just might think about him // Right now I'm // Feeling fine // I'm better off without him // YEAH //

One day // You'll see me // But only when your dreaming // One day // You'll say I was the one // I know that one day // You'll see me // I'll haunt you when your dreaming // One day // You'll say // I was the one // I'm number one //

pussycatdolls - bitethedust [i'm too far gone for this song. but the lyrics are so very me.]

Bite the dust //

Trust me, anything you can do // I can do better than you // Bite the dust // Some things really impossible // You're no exception to rules //

Bite the dust // How many times I go to tell you // People need to see you // Bite the dust // You see, I'm really helping you // I'm keeping you from looking a fool //

She's got a plan to have my man // She's going to have to deal with me //

Ooh, sugar I got him // Got 20/20 vision// I can see that you want my man // Ooh, sugar I got him // 'Cause it's my job to make you understand // Ooh, sugar I got him // Try to make a move // And I'm on him like 5-0 // Ooh, sugar I got him // So you can go // 'Cause I got him, got him //

Bite the dust //

Big girl, I really hope // You get the message I'm trying to convey // Bite the dust // 'Cause you're pushing me to the edge // And I ain't got time to play //

Bite the dust // How many times I got to tell you? // He's where he wants to be // Bite the dust // Keep on, act like you didn't know // My hands going to do the talking today //

Ooh, sugar I got him // Got 20/20 vision// I can see that you want my man // Ooh, sugar I got him // 'Cause it's my job to make you understand // Ooh, sugar I got him // Try to make a move // And I'm on him like 5-0 // Ooh, sugar I got him // So you can go // 'Cause I got him, got him //

Oh // Oh // Give it up // Give it up (Oh) // Give it up // Give, give, give it up //

I know what she wants // I know // My man //

Ooh, sugar I got him // Got 20/20 vision // I can see that you want my man // Ooh, sugar I got him // 'Cause it's my job to make you understand // Ooh, sugar I got him // Try to make a move // And I'm on him like 5-0 // Ooh, sugar I got him // So you can go // 'Cause I got him, got him //

Bite the dust // I got him // Got 20/20 vision // I can see that you want my man // Bite the dust // 'Cause it's my job // To make you understand //Bite the dust // Try to make a move //And I'm on him like 5-0 // Bite the dust // So you can go // 'Cause I got him, got him //

Bite the dust(Yeah) //Your other girl bites the dust(Yeah) // Your other girl bites the dust(Yeah) // Your other girl bites the dust(Yeah) //

thepussycatdolls - how many times, how many lies?

They would try to tell me something // Oh, but I was hearing nothing // When they said you were playing me // I didn't listen // I didn't want to // You couldn't find a blinder fool // I'm here //

Searching through the wreckage // Wondering why the message never got through // And I found I was placed on my faith // How could I put my faith in you? //

How many times, how many lies? // How long you been sneaking? // How long you been creeping around? // How many lies, how many times? // Were you here decieving // When I was here believing in you //

I got to put the blame on myself // Should've known with everyone else // Just knowing they knew you was just bad news // I should've walked out (I should've walked out) // I should've stayed clear (I should've stayed clear) // I'm glad your sad ass is out of here //

I've gone and thrown out all the records // All the ones that ever reminded me of you // I've gone and tore up all the pictures // 'Cause there was not one shred of truth //

How many times, how many lies? // How long you been sneaking? // How long you been creeping around? // How many lies, how many times? // Were you here decieving // When I was here believing in you //

There were so many times // There were so many lies // I don't know why I stayed on you // There were so many days // There were so many games // I should've thrown your sad ass out //

But now the game is through // I'll never trust in you // I've finally got wise // I've opened up my eyes // Your game is over //

I've gone and thrown out all the records // All the ones that ever reminded me of you // I've gone and tore up all the pictures // 'Cause there was not one shred of truth //

How many times, how many lies? // How long you been sneaking? // How long you been creeping around? // How many lies, how many times? // Were you here decieving // When I was here believing in you //

How many times, how many lies? // How long you been sneaking? // How long you been creeping around? // How many lies, how many times? // Were you here decieving // When I was here believing in you //

I opened up my eyes // Oh yeah //

sugababes - ugly

When I was 7 // They said I was strange // I noticed that my eyes and hair weren't the same // I asked my parents if I was OK // They said you're more beautiful //

And that's the way they show that they wish // They had your smile //So my confidence was up for a while // I got real comfortable with my own style // I knew that they were only jealous cos //

People are all the same // And we only get judged by what we do // Personality reflects name // And if I'm ugly then // So are you // So are you

There was a time when I felt like I cared // That I was shorter than everyone there // People made me feel like life was unfair // And I did things that made me ashamed //

Cos I didn't know my body would change // I grew taller than them in more ways // But there will always be the one who will say // Something bad to make them feel great //

People are all the same // And we only get judged by what we do // Personality reflects name // And if I'm ugly then // So are you // So are you //

Everybody talks bad about somebody // And never realises how it affects somebody // And you bet it won't be forgotten // Envy is the only thing it could be //

Cos people are all the same(The same, the same) // And we only get judged by what we do(What we do, yeah, yeah) // Personality reflects name // And if I'm ugly then(Yeah, you) // So are you // So are you // People are all the same(Oh, oh, oh) // And we only get judged by what we do(What we do, yeah) // Personality reflects name // And if I'm ugly then(Yeah, so are you) // So are you // So are you //

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Kay. GOD that was long.

One more thing before I sign off. Faridah, if you're reading this [and i know you are] I just want you to know that i'm here for you and just stay strong, okay? hope she rests in peace.

love me,
sarah.etherealbliss

O Christmas Tree...

2005-12-14T07:43:00.000+08:00

hello- i am bored. i quote lee: same shit, different day. let's see.

um, okay, still picking up the pieces of my shattered heart, but it's actually starting to get whole again. back still sore from all the stabbing. it has reduced to a dull pain now. so yeah, i'm getting better, i guess.

let's talk about something less depressing.

well, christmas is coming. but i think i said that in my old post.

we put the tree up today, wrapped some gold beads around it, some gold lights and some red baubles. i know, you're probably thinking all gold is pretty boring but on the tree, the green, gold, and a touch of red is actually nice. oh, and they elevated the tree so there's more room for presents. [ sniggers evilly ] unfortunately, they haven't put my presents out yet. i went through the pile and i only saw the one from my parents [shh! don't tell!]. but that's okay.

however, there's still more time to keep this harry potter skin. or maybe someone'll make a christmas/harry potter skin? meh. am getting my hopes up.

oh yeah. i posted on fanfiction[ dot ]net and guess what? the people there actually like my romeo && juliet story. unlike my other story [love life and magic. god. the title was so unbelievably crappy.] when i posted as the jellyfisher. there was one particularly scathing comment that i was scared to go back there. but now i've started my new one. and i've got two people asking me to UPDATE ALREADY 'CAUSE IT ROCKS/ IS FABULOUS/ THEY CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT. I kid you not. They really said that [or at least something like it]. I'm flattered. Keep going, keep going, you don't need to stop...

i just finished romeo && juliet chapter III. I'm gonna post it here, but here's my test results from this birthdate thing i got off hannah's site.

Your Birthdate: February 7

You are an island. You don't need anyone else to make you happy.And though you see yourself as a loner, people are drawn to you.Deep and sensitive, you tend to impress others with your insights.You also tend to be psychic - so listen to that inner voice!
Your strength: Your self sufficiency
Your weakness: You despise authority
Your power color: Maroon
Your power symbol: Hammer
Your power month: July

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

rather accurate, i must say. but i don't like maroon. and i suppose after two weeks or so i can pretty much get used to being an island. i mean, that's what's happening now, right?

okay. fanfiction time!

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Romeo && Juliet: A Harry Potter Love Story: Chapter III

Hermione was almost nervous to face Draco. “Great. I gotta pair up with the Mudblood,” she heard him mutter under his breath, emphasizing the last word. Hermione’s eyes contracted into slits. “Wow, I wonder what I did to get paired up with such a slimy git,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. Malfoy looked at Hermione. He raised his eyebrow with an amused smile. “Ooh, sharp, Granger. We could keep going on and on at this but right now, I’d like to try and memorize my lines. Which you seem to have.” Hermione glared at her boots as she handed his script over. Draco snatched his script and muttered a reluctant “ ’nks.”

The pair studied their lines for about fifteen minutes before successfully memorizing them. Hermione glanced at Draco’s lithe form, toned in all the right places thanks to years of Quidditch practice. “Well Malfoy, are you ready or not?” “Ready as I’ll ever be.” Hermione then put her hand up as instructed. Draco noticed that they were going to be the first to audition. He wasn’t quite sure if this was a good thing or not. Draco followed Hermione up to the stage as she beckoned to him. He sneaked a peek at Hermione. She certainly was a good-looking girl, no doubt about that. ‘God, why did the Mudblood have to be so pretty?’ he wondered. Sure, he had tried to make her life miserable for the past six years, but he had always felt that there was something about her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, just that he was, in a way, attracted to her. ‘GOD DAMNIT, MALFOY! WHAT THE HELL!? NO, YOU ARE NOT ATTRACTED TO GRANGER! SHE IS A LOWLIFE MUDBLOOD WHO DOESN’T DESERVE YOU!’ screamed the side of him that was prejudiced and arrogant.

Soon it was time to audition. They managed their lines well, except when Granger stuttered a little at the beginning. And Draco was putting all those Drama classes he used to attend when he was younger to use. Though he hated to say it, Granger seemed like a pretty good actress as well. Who knew she had such talent? ‘AARGH, THERE YOU GO AGAIN! SHE JUST GOT LUCKY, THAT’S ALL! SHE IS NOT A GOOD ACTRESS!’ ‘Well, I think we have a good chance of getting the lead roles.’ said the part of him that was ever so slightly attracted to her. Which brought Draco back to the fact that if they did get lead roles they would have to kiss. Or at least come into very close contact. ‘I don’t mind,’ thought Draco. ARGH! He was doing it again. God. Why couldn’t he forget about that stupid Mudblood? He shook his head.

Hermione and Draco were then called over by McGonagall, who had the faintest hint of a smile on her face. “Well done, Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. In fact, although it’s still much too early to tell, I dare say that the two of you have a very high chance of scoring the roles of Romeo and Juliet. But we’ll soon see…” Hermione shot a horrified glance at Draco, while Draco just stared at McGonagall, dumbfounded. “Well, the two of you may leave now. Go run along…” The two shook their heads, glared at each other again and left after thanking Professor McGonagall.

“Well, Granger, I certainly hope you’re happy.” said Draco, stepping in front of her as she walked through the corridors. Hermione looked at him confusedly. “Thanks to your brilliant acting, we may have to pretend to be madly in love with each other during rehearsals, and the play.” Hermione stared at him with an open mouth. “Wha—Excuse me? It’s not my fault I acted okay. And anyway, it’s not like I would’ve made a fool of myself on purpose in front of everyone watching. And why are you putting all the blame on me? I was watching you just now. It seems like you’ve taken some drama classes. Not that you need it, ‘cause you’re a natural drama queen. Besides, didn’t you hear what McGonagall said? She said though we have a very high chance of getting the lead roles, they haven’t decided yet. ”

Draco glared at her, unable to find a witty comeback that was usually at the tip of his tongue, ready to be fired at someone. “Well… Just hope to God that we don’t get chosen to play Romeo and Juliet. I don’t think I could stand a minute having to pretend to be in love with you. “My feelings precisely, Malfoy. Anyway, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get into my house.” Draco looked at her questioningly. Hermione raised your eyebrow. “You’re blocking the portrait.” Draco turned, and found himself in front of a very annoyed-looking Fat Lady. Grimacing, he stepped to the side to let Hermione get to the portrait. She turned and looked at him meaningfully. “Now what?” he asked crossly. Hermione glared. “I’ve got to speak the password, don’t I?” Draco cringed in embarrassment. Out of comebacks, he stomped back to his own house, but ended up tripping on his robes, and he fell flat on his face. Hermione could barely control herself; even the Fat Lady was laughing at him. This was brilliant. Two big screw-ups in one day, in front of Granger. The Malfoys never ‘screwed up’. He shook his head. Falling for Hermione Granger was obviously very bad for his internal system.

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There. Haha. I like my last line. Anyway, gonna post this up on fanfiction [dot] net.

yeah, i'm okay with you guys loving me again,

- sarah.etherealbliss

2005-12-11T08:55:00.000+08:00

hey guys. am bored. you people haven't added me on friendster [pouts].

let's see.. nothing interesting has been going on for the past few days. chapter II of Romeo && Juliet is up. but it's kinda short. shorter than the first one, i think. haha. sexy draco malfoy. oh yeah. sam coined a word for me.

CHARROY!!! [that's cedricharrymalfoy rolled into one. i <*3 malfoy. iman: HOW DARE YOU call harry skinny?? okay, maybe a little bit. but he still has a hot torso. and he's hot. hotter than shaun/sean/shawn/however you spell his name from tru calling. malfoy sexy. harry's torso. *drools incessantly* oh man. i messed the keyboard up again. haihz.... *wipes*]

ahahaha. am reading a particularly depressing fanfic. here's the link-- but it's on chapter ten so you'll have to go back to chapter one. ahakz. sorry guys, couldn't be bothered to go back to chapter one. it's a pretty good fic, though.

fanfiction [ my one && only ] - http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2420638/10/

okay. back to my fanfiction now. chapter two, people.

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Romeo && Juliet: A Harry Potter Love Story Chapter II

“That Malfoy… he makes me so mad sometimes…” muttered Hermione to herself and partly to Harry. “Uh-huh…” murmured Harry, not really listening. She looks so cute when she’s upset. NO, HARRY, YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT HER AGAIN! Harry shook his head, but it didn’t help. It wasn’t his fault he fell for Hermione, right? And it definitely wasn’t his fault that although she was already naturally pretty, she had grown even more beautiful over the summer, either. HE WAS NOT TO BLAME FOR FALLING FOR HER! Hermione used to have unmanageably thick bushy hair; now most of it was cut and she sported light, girly curls. Also, she finally managed to persuade her parents to let her use a Straightening Charm on her teeth, which did wonders for her. And her once baggy, shapeless school robes were now replaced with robes that actually fit her and modestly showed off her hourglass [ A/N: "=.=] figure.

Harry shook his head again and looked up. They were already at the Drama room. Hermione took a deep breath, and then turned to face Harry. “Okay. You ready?” Harry tried to grin but it only turned out as a grim smile. Together they pushed the doors open. There were already quite a number of students lined up. The students were separated into two lines-- one for the girls, and another one for the guys. Harry and Hermione each went into their respective lines. Hermione was behind Katie Bell, and Harry was behind Ernie Macmillan.

Hermione looked around. She felt someone was missing, for some odd reason. But she didn’t know why, so she listened to Professor McGonagall’s instructions. “… Now, I want you all to pair up with the person next to you. You will each be given yours and your partner’s lines. You will memorize them and practice them, then you and your partner have to come up and audition in front of all of us. Understood?” Hermione turned to pair up with Harry, but he was already paired up with Katie Bell. That explained why Hermione thought someone was missing—The boys' line was one guy less than the girls’. But then—

“I’m sorry I’m late, Professor.” Hermione slowly turned to see who was the latecomer, hoping fervently that it wasn’t— “Mr. Malfoy, you’re just in time. Get in line, your partner will tell you what to do.” “Thank you, Professor.” Great. Great. Why did this have to happen to her? Hermione had had the biggest crush on Draco since fifth year, although she hid it well. She did almost everything she could to avoid him, and when they did bump into each other, Hermione always acted pissed at him, while she was secretly admiring his icy gray-blue eyes. She could look him in the eye for about five seconds without any suspicion aroused, as she always pretend-glared at him. And now they had to pair up. They had to act mushy in front of the teachers and students during the audition. Great.

OH YEAH! WHOOO! I’m pairing up with Granger, I’m pairing up with Granger, yeah, I’m pairing up with— oh god. NO. He was thinking about her AGAIN. Why did this have to happen to him? You’re pairing up with Granger, you’re pairing—sang a little voice in his head, which he stomped out immediately. No. Granger was out of the question. The mere idea of it was preposterous. Are you sure about that? purred the little voice. YES, he thought angrily. Yes, of course I’m sure of that.

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okay. that's chapter II. and i think my grammar and vocabulary's going down the drain. but i'm not sure. you read it, you review it. tell me what you guys think of it when i'm online, seeing as i don't have a tagboard. oh wait. i think i do. yeah. i do. so leave your comments, there, okay? good readers. goooood readers.

adore me. notice me. accept me. love me.

- sarah.etherealbliss

untitled. xD

2005-12-10T08:39:00.000+08:00

hello, people. have started on yet another harrypotter fanfiction. but i think i might actually be getting into this one. fingers crossed, guys. okay. here it is.

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Romeo && Juliet: A Harry Potter Love Story Chapter I

“Hey, ‘Mione, come check this out!” hollered Harry Potter to Hermione Granger across the Gryffindor Common Room.

Hermione sighed, and carefully placed a bookmark between the pages of her book. She walked over to him. “Yeah, Harry?” Harry pointed at a notice stuck onto the wall. In big bright letters the header read “HOGWARTS DRAMA CLUB: ROMEO AND JULIET AUDITIONS TODAY! ” Hermione stared at the piece of yellow paper. “Romeo and Juliet…? Harry, why, pray tell, are you pointing this out to me?” Harry grinned. “Well… I was thinking… maybe the both of us could put our names down? You know, to audition. Just for a joke, of course,” he added hurriedly at Hermione’s murderous scowl.

“Harry, you know I can’t act. I blush every time I lie, for god's sake. If I can’t manage something as simple as that, how am I supposed to act?” Harry sighed. “Oh go on, Mione... this just for fun, anyway. Who cares if we don't get in?”

Hermione pondered this for a while. “Well, I guess we could audition. Just for fun, mind. But… what’s in it for me? Let’s say I forget my lines and make a complete fool of myself in front of everyone else watching?” “Uh, uh... I'll tell you a secret which you can do anything you want with?” Harry instantly regretted the rash offer. Hermione grinned evilly. “It’s a deal. I wonder what time we have to be there?” wondered Hermione as she tiptoed to read the rest of the notice. Meanwhile, Harry was mentally kicking himself and praying that Hermione got through the auditions with no glitches.

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“Romeo and Juliet, eh? I’m bound to get the lead role,” bragged Draco Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle nodded dumbly. “Juliet, O Juliet, where art though, my Juliet?” he said, putting one hand over his heart and another thrust out. “Hur hur hur,” said Crabbe and Goyle simultaneously. "Oh wait. Juliet's supposed to say that, not me. Oh well, there are scripts provided anyway."

“Urh, good acting, boss. Durh, you’re bound to get the, durh, lead part…” rumbled Goyle. “Why thank you, Goyle. Here, have a Galleon,” as Malfoy reached into his pocket and brought out a gold coin. He flipped it into the air towards Goyle, who made to catch it, but at the last second, Malfoy's Seeker instincts kicked in and he grabbed the Galleon, which was then placed back in his pocket. “Hah, I can’t believe you actually fell for that, Goyle. Honestly, Goyle, you can be so thick sometimes. Anyway, I’m going for the audition now.” Crabbe guffawed at Malfoy’s stab at Goyle. Goyle punched Crabbe’s nose. A big fight between the two cronies ensued. Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Immature oafs,” he muttered under his breath as he walked out of the Slytherin Common Room.

“I’m going to get the lead role. I’m going to be the star of the play. I’m going to be— Oof!” Someone collided with Malfoy, waking him out of his reverie. “Oi, you, watch your step— Oh, it’s Scarhead and the Mudblood. And where are you two off to in such a hurry?” Hermione scowled at him. “Excuse me? Watch my step? You were the one wandering around mumbling to yourself! And anyway, where we’re headed is of no business to you. Now if you’ll excuse us… C’mon, Harry.” Draco glared at the pair.

Then suddenly Draco knew where the two were going. It was so unbelievably ridiculous! Potter was actually going to audition! He was so going to make a fool of himself. He laughed out loud at this, attracting a few stares from some of the younger students.

Then he remembered Granger was going to audition as well, probably for the part of Juliet Capulet. That’s okay, he thought, I want Granger to get the part—Wait. What on earth was he thinking? Of course he didn’t want Granger to play Juliet! But… he did… sort of… No! She was a Muggle-born! And besides, even if they did manage to become a couple, which was highly unlikely seeing as Granger probably hated his guts as well, what would his father say? He’d cause shame on the entire family, and for what? An attractive, smart and intelligent…Mudblood. He shook his head. If she ended up getting the role of Juliet and he Romeo, that would mean that sometime during the play they’d have to— Draco felt sick, yet oddly euphoric at this thought— kiss each other. What would people think? Although it was only a play, they’d still tease him. Draco tried to distract himself up by imagining Potter embarrassing himself in front of all the other students, but after a while, it failed to work. As he walked to the audition room, all he could think about was Granger being his Juliet.

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okay. that's chapter one up. AND COMMENT ON IT, DAMMIT. god. it's nearly 2am now. i'm knackered. oh yeah, i saw mary poppins: the musical yesterday in leicester's square. wooh. it rocked. the singing and choreography... basically everything rocked. and all the props were so friggin' cool!

however, i'm still suffering from depression. WHERE IS HANNAH WHEN YOU NEED HER???? But anyhoo.

This is a list of things that depress me. You've been warned.

happy endings. as in the two misfits destined for each other get each other at the end.
most songs. with happy endings. [see above]
happy people. although it's not their fault.
most tv shows with happy endings where the girl always gets the guy.
having to express my feelings of rage, violence and sadness in a harmless way. which means i can't express the damn feelings at all anyway
happy endings. no wait, i said that already.
the kelly clarkson because of you video. just the ending.
feeling useless and a whole lot more. but honestly, i can't be bothered to put it all down here. it's 2.04 am here, and i'm beat.

love me if you want to. i don't really care anymore.

saraaahhh la sinick.

YUMMY CEDRICDIGGORY

2005-12-07T08:52:00.000+08:00

HARRY POTTER: GOBLET OF FIRE RULES!

CEDRIC IS HOT AFTER ALL! ALTHOUGH HIS HAIRSTYLE IS NAFF IN THE MOVIE!

DANIEL RADCLIFFE IS FIT!!!

DANIEL RADCLIFFE'S TORSO!!!

KRUM IS PODGY BOY!

CEDRIC!!!!!!

DRACO MALFOY IS HOT!

yes people, i watched it yesterday. it so rocked. even though they cut out a lot. and changed some stuff, too.

where was mrs. weasley and the bulgarian veelas? ron's supposed to join stan turnpike and a few other guys and yell "DID YOU ALL KNOW I INVENTED A BROOMSTICK THAT CAN GO TO JUPITER??" under the influence of the veela. and where was the quidditch match? and bartemius crouch jr. wasn't at the riddle house the night frank bryce was killed. it was just voldemort and wormtail. and rita skeeter was supposed to turn into a beetle.

on the bright side, though, we all got to see daniel radcliffe's torso. i'm now giggling rather drunkenly. heeheehee. he's fit, though. and yes, cedric IS hot. although he looked like a drug junkie at the movie premiere.

and don't you just love this layout? it's pink and feminine. but i think cedric should stop hogging all the icons and add some harry or draco ones. however, i'm still wondering why the word 'sex' is displayed in big letters on the top right icon? and why is cedric grinning? oh god. he's thinking sick, isn't he. ahaha. delusional now. i mean, all three [cedric harry malfoy] are hot, but i've liked daniel and tom longer than robert pattison. is that his surname? oh well. i know it starts with a P. and why do most people have such a problem with katie leung [cho chang]? she's okay.

emma watson [hermione] looks as pretty as ever. her hairstyle and dress for the Yule Ball were real nice. she seems the very prim&proper type. and ron is so.. laid back. and grungey. they are complete opposites. which is probably why they're gonna get to gether in the sixth movie.

aww, i just depressed myself. but lots of things can depress me.

BACK TO A HAPPY SUBJECT.

daniel radcliffe's torso!!! yes, that's definitely happy.

am not sure whether or not to continue the element. i mean, the plot's stupid, and secondly, no one is reading or commenting on my site. okay, so you might be reading. but i don't see any comments. god. i can't believe i'm BEGGING for comments. that's dumb. god, i'm sad.

form one is gonna be a new year.

i guess everyone's gonna make a few changes to their appearance. or behaviour. well, i guess we're all gonna change in some ways.

i'm not sure what i'm gonna do. maybe a drastic haircut. i'm gonna take up taekwondo. or some martial arts class. and i'm gonna do my ten push ups a day so i get my abs. okay, now that's just dumb. moving on...

christmas is coming. but you guys knew that.

SO... here comes my WISHLIST!

daniel radcliffe
tom felton
robert pattison
cosmetics. i beseech you. c'mon.
all the green day albums except american idiot 'cause i've already got it
my own computer [preferably a mac g5]
an iPod
money to buy whatever clothes i want

okay. that's about it, i guess.

you can love me now.

sarah.etherealbliss [this is my new gmail: sarah.etherealbliss@gmail.com]

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here's my updated wishlist!

daniel radcliffe
tom felton
robert pattinson
chad michael murray
james lafferty
billie joe armstrong
mike dirnt
tre cool
ashton kutcher
cosmetics. come on. TAKE PITY ON ME, DAMMIT.
~~daniel radc~~ ALL KNOWN GREEN DAY ALBUMS.
my own computer. it has to be an apple or i will kill you.
my ~~strat~~ ~~fender~~ ~~les paul~~ electric guitar plus amplifier.
an iPod
clothes money
something cocoa butter-scented. mmm.
my hairdye.
permission to go to the hairdresser's to get my lovely hair done
body shop stuff
my WAGES. which are two and a half months overdue [fumes]
my contact lenses. [PLEASE let my eyes be the right shape..]
nice things
a webcam
terry pratchett books.
friends seasons one to ten
desperate housewives seasons one and two
BLEACH. [as in, the anime. it rocks]
my skateboard
ROOM SHOPPING! although i'll only be moving into my new room next next year. but anyhoo.
breakaway - kelly clarkson

edit finished.

2005-11-24T05:02:00.000+08:00

hello, world.

question: don't you just LOVE it when karma turns around and bites you? brilliant, isn't it.

something happened to me that left me broken, lost, and confused.

"what?", you wonder, as you automatically lean a little bit closer to the computer screen, waiting for a little bit of gossip.

to the people who are actually doing the above, forget it. it ain't gonna happen here.

it's like that quirky little transition when first you're singing these stupid, happy songs like pussycatdoll's 'stickwitu', and suddenly you're just falling, and what you thought was firm, strong walls are now suddenly crumbling all around you. oh yeah. that is depressing.

but before i go any further, i'd like to mention that i'm only using the above as an EXAMPLE, so you people can stop jumping to conclusions now.

a big shout out to karma: GO TO HELL.

ask me no questions and i'll tell you no lies.

you know, it's really depressing when you read these agony uncle/aunty columns and almost always, there are these stories on how, let's say, someone's 'faithful' boyfriend ran off with someone they thought was their best [or at least rather close] friend. but i guess that's just me.

and no, people, i'm not depressed about something as melodramatic as that [the boyfriend thing]. oh no. god forbid. no, my depression revolves around something quite different. and it isn't 'depression' exactly, more like... sadness, i suppose.

in other circumstances, i'd brainstorm for the element's next chapter and post it up here, but seeing as we're in THESE circumstances... that's a no-can-do. sorry guys. but the general plot is that voldemort is after harry [again] and my character [me] because i could seriously thwart his evil plans for world domination. typically boring, only thing is that my character is the mistress of water. she is water, to be precise. uh-huh, weird.

i'm upset. i'm hurt. and broken. and confused. and hungry. so here are some songs and their lyrics [ or videos ] which i can relate to the most right now. and my eyes aren't hazel. they're black.

kellyclarkson - behindthesehazeleyes [ video & lyrics ]

Seems like just yesterday // You were a part of me // I used to stand so tall // I used to be so strong //

Your arms around me tight // Everything, it felt so right // Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong //

Now I can't breathe / No, I can't sleep // I'm barely hanging on //

Here I am, once again // I'm torn into pieces // Can't deny it, can't pretend // Just thought you were the one // Broken up, deep inside // But you won't get to see the tears I cry // Behind these hazel eyes //

I told you everything // Opened up and let you in // You made me feel alright // For once in my life //

Now all that's left of me // Is what I pretend to be // So together, but so broken up inside //

'Cause I can't breathe // No, I can't sleep // I'm barely hangin' on //

Here I am, once again // I'm torn into pieces // Can't deny it, can't pretend // Just thought you were the one // Broken up, deep inside // But you won't get to see the tears I cry // Behind these hazel eyes //

Swallow me then spit me out // For hating you, I blame myself // Seeing you it kills me now // No, I don't cry on the outside // Anymore...

Here I am, once again // I'm torn into pieces // Can't deny it, can't pretend // Just thought you were the one // Broken up, deep inside // But you won't get to see the tears I cry // Behind these hazel eyes // repeat chorus //

kellyclarkson - becauseofyou

I will not make the same mistakes that you did // I will not let myself // Cause my heart so much misery // I will not break the way you did // You fell so hard //

I've learned the hard way // To never let it get that far //

Because of you // I never stray too far from the sidewalk // Because of you /// I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt // Because of you // I find it hard to trust not only me // But everyone around me // Because of you // I am afraid //

I lose my way // And it's not too long before you point it out // I cannot cry // Because I know that's weakness in your eyes // I'm forced to fake // A smile, a laugh everyday of my life // My heart can't possibly break // When it wasn't even whole to start with //

Because of you // I never stray too far from the sidewalk // Because of you // I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt // Because of you // I find it hard to trust not only me // But everyone around me // Because of you // I am afraid //

I watched you die // I heard you cry // Every night in your sleep // I was so young // You should have known // Better than to lean on me // You never thought of anyone else // You just saw your pain // And now I cry in the middle of the night // For the same damn thing //

Because of you // I never stray too far from the sidewalk // Because of you // I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt // Because of you // I try my hardest just to forget everything // Because of you // I don't know how to let anyone else in // Because of you // I'm ashamed of my life // Because it's empty // Because of you // I am afraid // Because of you // Because of you //

evanescence - haunted

Long lost words whisper slowly to me // Still can't find what keeps me here // When all this time I've been so hollow // Inside // i know you're still there //

Watching me, wanting me // I can feel you pull me down // Fearing you, loving you // I won't let you pull me down //

Hunting you, I can smell you // Alive // Your heart pounding in my head //

Watching me, wanting me // I can feel you pull me down // Saving me, raping me // Watching me //

Watching me, wanting me // I can feel you pull me down // Fearing you, loving you // I won't let you pull me down //

marionraven - breakyou [ video & lyrics. i can relate to this song the most. ]

I was your girl, gave you my world // My everything // But you wouldn't see //

I had your back // I backed you up // Whatever I did // Was never enough //

Just you // You // That's all you ever thought about // You // You // No one matters like you do // What goes around comes around // You should know by now //

Bet you never thought that I could break you // Did you think that i would look the other way // Yeah, you had it all figured out // But tell me who's the one who's crying now //

The palm of your hand // That was your plan // Gave me no time but now you want mine //

It's all about take // You took too much // Nothing inside // I'm all used up //

Come on // You // You // Nothing else matters like // You do // You know what I'm talkin' 'bout // Don't you? // What goes around comes around // You should know by now //

Bet you never thought that I could break you // Did you think that i would look the other way // Yeah, you had it all figured out // But tell me who's the one who's crying now //

greenday - redundant

We're living in repetition // Content in the same old shtick again // Now the routines turning into contention // Like a production line going over and over, roller coaster //

Now I cannot speak // I lost my voice. // I'm speechless and redundant // 'Cause "I love you"'s not enough // I'm lost for words //

Now I cannot speak // I lost my voice. // I'm speechless and redundant // 'Cause "I love you"'s not enough // I'm lost for words //

Choreographed and lack of passion // Prototypes of what we were // Went full circle till I'm nauseous // Taken for granted now // Now I waste it // Faked it // Ate it // Now I hate it //

'Cause I cannot speak // I lost my voice // I'm speechless and redundant // 'Cause "I love you"'s not enough // I'm lost for words //

Now I cannot speak // I lost my voice // I'm speechless and redundant // 'Cause "I love you"'s not enough // I'm lost for words // Now I cannot speak //

Alright. Now I'm done ranting and trying to tell the unsympathetic world how i feel without actually revealing anything. okay?

love? bah. no one understands that word. but feel free to love me anyway.

xx sarah.

2005-11-24T02:33:00.000+08:00

hey guys. am at klia now. in the mas golden lounge.

it's neat.

i'm going to uk [london], in case you didn't know. to see my aunty. and the cat! and food. and snow. and ---[i'm going to stop here. i have to control my rambling-ness.]

so anyway. have started a new fanfic.

ohmygod.

i forgot to bring my fanfic!!

never mind. at least i can still remember most of it. i think. okay. so here goes...

The Element [by Sarah Chong ©]

"It happens tonight, Wormtail..."
"Master... Are you sure we must destroy the girl as well? I mean, seeing as Harry Potter is our main target..."
"Do you doubt my decision? The girl is the mistress of water. She is water, and her powers, Wormtail, could thwart my plan. No, she goes to the same school as the boy, might as well kill them together... But we must be patient. Tonight, my faithful servant--"
"My Lord, I am a faithful servant--"
"Silence, Wormtail. My loyal servant only brings me a step closer to them. But I am getting closer...
"Wormtail."
"Yes, my Lord?"
"You will... replenish Nagini's food supply."
"M-me? B-but, Master, I-I.."
"You are afraid? You, an insolent, unworthy fool, are being offered to do something my other followers would.. die to do for me..."
"S-sir, I-I do not f-fee--"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

And then I woke up.
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I wrote a lot more, but I think I gotta board the plane now, so... I'll post my other chapters when I get to UK.

Love me?

xx sarah.

oh yeah!!

2005-11-19T13:21:00.000+08:00

oh yeah! it's 5As all the way, baby!

wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh.

i feel good // nananananana //

so freakin' amazing!! i still can't get over it. i have to pinch myself [hard] periodically to make sure i'm not dreaming. honestly, i thought i was just going to get three As. four, at the max.

but wooohhh, it's 5As!!

hey, i'm not complaining. and guys, sorry if i sound a little perasan. i just can't get it outta my head.

only three other people in my class got 5As. eythan, michelle lee [well actually, it was 7As for her. she took mandarin] and sangeeta. and moi. but you know that already.

i'm seriously crazy.

i can't blog right anymore.

oh well.

DAISYROCK, HERE I COME!

ciao, babes.

till then,
x sarah x

... life in beijing...

2005-11-07T21:16:00.000+08:00

okay. just flew home from beijing. oddly enough, i'm not the least bit jet-lagged. instead, i'm HYPER!

if i wrote about everything that happened to me in beijing, this post would probably take up the whole screen. so i'll just write it all down in point form. you ready guys?

Day one [ 2/11/2005 ]

Arrived at Beijing Airport at around 7.30 am
Taken to the hotel [ grand hyatt. it rocked. seriously ] by a van driver hired for the whole of our stay. he was recommended by a friend of my dad's.
after unloadeing our stuff, explored around wang fu jing.
went into a few hu tongs and haggled. went into some shops and also haggled there.
bought a boy-girl keychain for ls and myself.
stupid air gave me the BLOTCHES.
while wandering around Oriental Plaza, saw lady in a neon-green grenchcoat [ eurgh. fashion victim! ] dig her nose and... show it to some cleaner-woman, who looked like her friend...?
while in one of the hu tongs, a crazy/not beautiful salesman turned agressive and chased after us... just because we didn't want to by this spinning top..?
ended up buying the five of the same cruddy tops for RMB50. [ i told dad to get 4 medium sized tops and one free for RMB30, but nooo, he had to listen to the stupid shopkeeper ]
they sell these caramelized haw-fruits on a stick there. it's niiice.
the traffic in beijing is perfectly fine... if you have a deathwish.

Day Two [ 3/11/2005 ]

met up with dad's friend and his wife [ Loh Yi and Lee Lee ]
all of us went for breakfast in a chinese restaurant who's logo eerily resembled Colonel Sanders...
went to... -drumroll- the Great Wall of China!!
mum scared something would happen to her knee up there, so she didn't climb up with us[ apparently, she made friends with a cat while we were gone. i really don't understand her sometimes... ]
unfortunately, there were no "I climbed the Great Wall of China and all I got with this Stupid Shirt" shirts.
lots of swearing on the way up and down as the handrail was very rusty. and very low. The steps were uneven and steep, too. But I made it in the end!! [ yay me!! ]
had lunch in some 'peasant teahouse' and got RIPPED OFF! [ stupid van driver. he took us there. damn meal cost RMB1000+ ]
went to the Ming Tombs soon after.
went to Silk Street and... haggled!! some more!!
i bought : two cashmere scarves [ Original Price: RMB360/2 Haggled Price: RMB70/2 ], one Nike hoodie [ OP: RMB360/1 HP: RMB100/1 ], a blue zip-up [ OP: 850/1 HP: 150/1 ], and a piggie lighter [ OP: 85/1 HP:10/1 ]
have discovered that haggling is my calling.
the toilets there are generally disgusting.

Day three [ 4/11/2005 ]

breakfast at this place famous for it's steamed meat buns [ directly translated from Mandarin: dog don't care??? ]
went off to Forbidden City
i so didn't enjoy that tour as the guide had conjunctivitis. eww. it was all swollen, red, and pus-sy. yeuch.
spent most of the tour hiding behind aunty Lee Lee.
had lunch at a grammatically-challenged cafe in wang fu jing called Be For Time Teahouse. I kid you not. however, it made up for its obvious lack of grammar usage with nice, cheap food.
wandered around WFJ, then took the underground to Silk Street.
after more haggling, we went to Duck King [ that sold Peking Duck. obvious much? ].
to our extreme horror, uncle Loh Yi's friend [ Tan ] shook our hands. you might think this is nothing, except for the fact that his eye was all red and puffy and he rubbed his eye with the hand he shook us with!!! [ think conjunctivitis wars: episode two ]
ran back to the restaurant to wash our hands. the waitresses thought we were really weird
whilst on the underground back to the hotel, made up some song lyrics.
more panic as we discovered while mum was brushing her teeth, her eye was red!! [ plenty of screaming involved, and this is the premiere of conjunctivitis wars episode three: revenge of the germs ]
however, mum's eye got better soon after. And here are the song lyrics... "'tis the season to get conjunctivitis, falalalalaaa, lalalala! where is my optomologist?! falala, lalala, lalala!" pretty lame, i know.

Day four [ 5/11/2005 ]

breakfast at another steamed meat bun place
went to Summer Palace. Tour was much nicer and the guide was clean.
-ahem- *someone* purchased a little jade dragon thing ["-_-] that was supposed to bring 'luck'. uh-huh.
skipped lunch, had some sweet potatoes instead.
went to this Tibetan market, saw a fur seller after that. he tried to approach us. i nearly broke out into tears. [ call me weak, but i just despise seeing people who skin innocent animals. it makes me sick. they should all go to HELL. ]. succeeded in completely demolishing my coke bottle out of anger.
went back to hotel to freshen up.
went for an Imperial Palace dinner in a restaurant called Da Zhai Men. will try to upload piccies of the food later.

and I won't bother blogging about the fifth [ last ] day, seeing as we didn't do much. but we had a really good dimsum on that day in a hotel. the restaurant was called tang palace or something like it.

and that's it for now. i gotta go.

till then,
xsarahx

2005-10-31T11:53:00.000+08:00

Chapter I: Valentine’s Day

[ Sarah’s POV ]

“Um. Sarah?”

I looked up from my book to see a pair of emerald green eyes, staring a little nervously at me.

Intense green eyes I wouldn’t mind staring at for the next, oh, five hours or so.

“Oh… hey Harry. What’s up?” I asked, fighting back a smile that threatened to split my face into two. ‘His eyes blend so well with the maroon colour of the Common Room,’ I thought.

“Uh. Okay, Sarah, I know this may sound a little sudden and weird, and I’ll understand if you never wanna come near me again but… doyouwannagoforthevalentine’sdaydancewithme?” asked Harry in a single breath.

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD! I couldn’t believe this. Harry James Potter, asking me, plain [oh all right. Sort of powerful witch, then] Sarah Mendez, to the Valentine’s Day dance? This was the ultimate surreal experience. Was this merely a figment of my possibly delusional, I’m-completely-in love-with-Harry-Potter-ridden imagination? I had to find out. I had to make sure I was hearing what I thought I was hearing.

So I played dumb.

“Okay. All I heard was ‘Sarah, do you something something something, dance with something’. Sorry, mate, but you gotta slow down a little.” I replied, bracing myself for the worst. Harry took a deep breath, and repeated to me one of the best things I had ever heard, outranking even the time Professor Dumbledore selected me to be Head Girl.

“Sarah, do you want to go for the Valentine’s Day dance with me?”

I pretended to consider that statement, because Mother always said to never look desperate about guys. Old-fashioned, I thought, but I didn’t take her advice when I confessed to this sort-of hot Ravenclaw guy called Ryan about my feelings, and look what happened? Major heartbreak. So I decided to give the old-fashioned advice a shot. I pretended to look thoughtful, while a million thoughts were running riot in my head.

vv inside Sarah’s mind vv
“Ohmigod! He asked me out!!”
“But that might only be because you’re a last resort.”
“ARGH! I’ve got to stop thinking so negatively.”
“It’s possible. Don’t get too happy just yet.”
“Oh, pack it IN already.”
“You can’t tell ME to pack it in! I’m in your HEAD. You’ll just have to put up with me, SO THERE.”
^^ back to reality ^^

“Well, Malfoy asked me, but I rejected him, the slimy git. Anyway, even if I had accepted his offer, he still wouldn’t have been able to take me, seeing as he pissed Hannah and Sophie Sanchez off. He’s now the Giant Squid’s official squeaky toy. So… I guess I’d like to go with you, Harry.”

I couldn’t believe Harry’s expression. He was smiling. Almost like he cared for me. ‘Wait a second,’ I thought. ‘Why isn’t it possible that he might just have feelings for me?’ ‘God, you’ve got a seriously low amount of self-esteem. Lighten UP, a little, Mendez.’ ‘HANNAH SANCHEZ!’ I screamed mentally. ‘GOD, don’t pop in like that! Anyway, I have NOT got a ‘seriously low amount of self esteem’. I’m just… cautious. You remember what happened with Blaise and I last year… I just don’t wanna get hurt again, that’s all.’ ‘Huh. I can see that. But hey, I think he sort of likes you. So, live it up, make the most of it. Do you know how LUCKY you are? Not that I’m complaining about my love life, of course.’ Hannah lusted over Harry [ as did a couple of hundred other girls ], but for the past seven months, she was dating this Malay guy called Kashif, who sort of resembled a guy on a popular TV show back home in Malaysia, only Kashif wasn’t a contractor, and didn’t wear weird, yellow wellies. Hannah, Kashif, and I, were the only Malaysian wizards in the whole of Hogwarts. Coincidentally, we went to the same school together before we got our Hogwart letters.

‘I sure hope I am. Lucky, I mean. Fingers crossed…’ ‘Well, just tell me what happened at the dance on Wednesday. That’s two days from now, right?’ ‘Uh-huh. Wait, wait, I think Harry’s noticed my zoned-out look. Sorry, Hann, but I gotta go.’ ‘Okays. Bye,’ and I felt my best friend’s mind pop out of mine.

Hannah was a seriously cool witch, and a seriously cool friend. Her mum, Ophelia Sanchez, was a member of the Order, and a kick-ass Auror. Anyway, Hannah, and her little sister Sophie, were one of the rarest, most powerful witches ever, called the Blessed. You know how Buffy's the Chosen One, the Slayer? Well, Blesseds are sort of like that. The last known Blessed lived about four and a half centuries ago.

I don’t mean to brag, but let’s just say Hannah wasn’t the only one who had mind powers. Well actually, I had a drop of Blessed blood in me. One of my mother’s ancestors was a Blessed witch so I could also enter people’s minds, but mine took more concentration, while Hannah could just enter without people knowing she was in their minds. Hannah’s and my eyes turned crimson when we were angry, only her eye colour was brown, and when she was in love, her eye colour would match her lover’s and my eyes were a bright amethyst-purple. Hannah also had short, cropped dark brown hair and severe black glasses. And a cute nose. Although that kind of spoiled the Goth effect.

She helped me get over Ryan by telling me what a loser he was [ and proving it ]. She flicked Malfoy into the Giant Squid's lake and left him there for a week after he tortured me incessantly about my being a halfblood. I didn't actually care about the teasing, but hey, it's the thought that counts, right?

"Gah. Sorry about that Harry. I was just... thinking. Zoning out.”
“Ah. A Knut for your thoughts?”
“Puh-leeze. My thoughts cost way more than that. But I’m feeling generous today, so , whatever, you get it free.” I took a deep breath. Should I confess my feelings? Or should I wait? “Okay. Harry. I’m not sure if I should tell you but see, the thing is… I think I--,” I was about to tell him how I felt, but then Professor McGonagall’s stern voice interrupted my possibly-fatal statement.
“Miss Mendez, would you kindly proceed to my office?”

“Uh. Sorry Harry, but I’ve got to run…” Just as I turned my back to him, Harry grabbed my arm. “Sarah, before you go. Don’t forget, I still want my free thought, okay?” “Um. Yeah, sure,” I said, mentally cursing myself for hinting about my feelings for him, before I hurried away.

[ Harry’s POV ]

I watched Sarah walk away as I wondered what she was going to tell me. I knew girls had this hard-to-get thing, and I knew Sarah was probably kidding about the Malfoy issue, but I still felt a little hurt at her even considering Malfoy. And when she agreed to tell me about her thought later, she had the look of someone having second thoughts. Or maybe my screwed-up imagination was just being its usual self—screwed up.

But anyway, I was glad I asked her to the dance before someone else did. Although she had only been here for about eight months, all the boys from fifth, sixth, and seventh year after her. The only boys who were ‘unaffected’ were the boys who already had girlfriends. ‘I wonder if she knows I like her,’ I thought. Dammit, why couldn’t she see that the guy-of-her-dreams was standing right in front of her?? Well, more like standing in the Gryffindor common room. But whatever. When that Ryan guy from Ravenclaw creep broke her heart, I just felt like comforting her, protecting her from all the pain and hurt. But would she even let me close enough to her to do that?

[ Hannah’s POV ]

I felt the familiar sensation of entering someone’s mind. This time, I entered Harry’s.

“Harry.”

I felt his mind jolt, then contract in fear.

“Who’s that?”

“Oh, you don’t have to get so freaked out. It’s me, Hannah Sanchez.”

“Um…I don’t mean to sound rude or anything but… why, and how the hell did you get into my head?”

“Durhh. I’m a Blessed. This is just one of my abilities.”

“Ah. So… you haven’t answered my first question. Why the hell are you in my head?”

“I kinda… popped into Sarah’s mind before I entered yours. And I just wanted to tell you something. You remember what happened to Ryan, Malfoy and Blaise, right?”

“Yeeaaah. What about them?”

“If I were you, Harry, I’d treat Sarah really nicely. If you hurt her, I will hurt you. And that’s a promise, even though I rather fancy your pants off. She really likes you, you know…”

I felt Harry feeling a little weird about my ‘fancy you’ statement, but he chose to ignore it. It was my last sentence that got him. He released happy endorphins. LOTS of them.

“Ahem. Yeah, right.”

He paused.

“Oh my god, is that true? I mean, really? Are you serious? I really like her I just want to hold her and keep her safe and protect her— Oh shit. I’m rambling. No wait, even worse, I’m telling her best friend how I feel about her. Shit. Goodbye, cruel world.”

“Yes. You are rambling. Normally, I'd whack you into orbit for that but... this time's it's a good kind of ramble."

"Really? Thanks."

"Mm, whatever. Now go tell her how you feel."

"Uh-huh. Sure."

".... really? Wow, I thought you'd kick up a big fuss about this. Phew. You've saved me a lot of trouble--"

"I'll tell her once Hell freezes over, of course."

"D'oh!!"

and that, guys, is the end of today's episode of my Harry Potter fanfiction. Tune in next time.

ciao, guys.

till then,
xsarahx

ohmigod, i have a JOB.

2005-10-15T20:44:00.000+08:00

[ 17th october ] ohmifeckinggod. houston, we have a major problem.
people, i have a job.an actual job. hey, wait a second, isn't that my entire life going down the plughole? goodbye, sweet childhood.well, i'll be working [gah. that word leaves a bitter taste in my mouth] at bangsar village in my uncle's furniture exhibition. but the shop's not that boring lahh. it does accessories too. so i guess that's one of the plus points. and a job means money which means shopping sprees which means looking good which means i'll be HAPPY! x3
some friends will TRY to come round to keep me company. yay.okay. will blog later.
[one week later]
well, the job's going better than i had expected... eight people actually LISTENED, and bought something from me. i have yet to receive my wages... *taps foot impatiently*
haha. am blogging weirdly. oh well.
and my aunty's back from UK.
upsr results coming out next week, after raya. so...fingers crossed, guys. pray for me? please?
and the halloween party was a total blast. and suprisingly, for someone who never uses makeup [except for lipstick, but that doesn't count] mum so ROCKED at applying my makeup. and the fake blood.
ryan went a little crazy with his makeup. razali had a dual costume: michael jackson [with tan skin and short hair] or michael-jackson-looking dracula. and he was wearing a michael jackson hat, darnnit! how the heck do you expect to look like dracula with a HAT? *shakes head*
wait, actually, most of the guys who were supposed to look like dracula just looked very... tidy. in tuxedo-ish costumes. okaayyy.
tzelin came as an egyptian queen and all of us were like,"all hail the queen!" and bowing down to her. lol.
most of the other girls came as either ghosts, witches, or pontianaks. neat ones, i'm afraid.
well, you guys know what i came as... a japanese-looking elvira. with a streak of white hair. i had to endure 5% of the boys screaming,"ohmigod! sarah's old!" or something along those lines. ahh, the price to pay for having a seriously rock-out costume.
well i guess that's about it. for now.
ciao, babes.
till then,xsarahx

2bored&random2blog

2005-10-12T21:01:00.000+08:00

hey people, it's me again. i'm at school... sitting next to tks and dk. they're playing this weird game called hellfire. oookay. tks asked me to answer this weird food game called 'don't gross out the world'. interesting. was playing basketball the whole day. am bushed. i have nothing to blog about. have decided to start an account at a fanfic site. but only for the hell of it, seeing as i'm kinda crap at writing fanfics. writing ficcies, that's hannah's thing. boys are still playing hellfire. odd japanese creature jumping around shooting the heck outta vampires. and tks keeps going "wah! i'm so geng wann!' i'm feel so braindead. maybe i should have just stayed at home. bahh. i really can't be bothered to do a proper, paragraphed post right now. am using jr's computer, but who cares. i don't. so bored. this post must suck. to heck with that. i wanna go.

bye.

hey, people.

2005-10-04T14:29:00.000+08:00

gurh. heyy, guys.

haven't blogged in ages. but i'm sure you puny mortals are smart enough to know that fact.

well, today i did something i thought i'd never do.

i auditioned for srikdu idol. ohmifeckinggod, yes, i did. now, i know it's still too early to tell but i'm pretty sure the judges [ or at least one ] were smiling. but i'm guessing you guys wanna know what song i sang, right? anyway, i sang this stupid KBSR song called seasons of love. i think i sang pretty damn good, although it's s till too early to tell. i'll have to wait till friday. but unfortunately, i screwed up at the last line. instead of singing how do you measure, a year in the life i sang how do you measure, measure a year. ohh i'm so dead. but hey, if you think this is being dramatic, ryan was worse. he sang about two wrong lines and once he came out, he started going on about how he thinks he won't get in, how the judges seemed disapproving, etcetra, etcetra.

i'm sick.

i'm suffering from a terribly contagious disease called roadrunneritis. Blame nasri, he contaminated me. but i've contaminated a few other people, like nicole, rueben, iman, mun shien, lih seng, and debra.

muahahahhahahahahahahahaha.

BEEPBEEP.

ohmigod, joel and sam from the forum are getting married!! guys, i'm so happy for you! keep rockin', joel. and don't lose your marbles again, sam. xD

did i tell you guys that my craziness is powered by light sources? and incidentally, i'm sitting right in front of an illuminated laptop screen, and sitting right under my room light. *grins manically*

the click five is cool, in a pop-rock kinda way. they're kinda bubblegum i guess, but you gotta admit just the girl rocks. i'm listening to good day. but honestly people, cool as they may be, don't they strike you as a one-hit-wonder kind of band? but then again, they may just prove me wrong.

today in english, we had to do this book cover thing and a poem. i did my own, crappy version of Abhorsen [ the cover. but the original one is SO pretty ], and being too brain-dead [ as always ], i could not muster any creativity to do a poem. besides, i can't write my usual angst-ridden slash unlucky in love poems for school, can i?

so i resorted to green day's whatshername, only i changed it to whatshisname. iman did give me novacaine. iman, it is SO not my fault ms shanti thinks you're a drug addict. i didn't order you to put "i'm not a drug addict, but if you could give me a dime bag as a reward.." on your poem. got that?i've just contaminated amanda.

beepbeep.

oh, and don't forget, ashlee simpson and lindsay lohan are losers. and anyone stupid enough to actually wannabe them, uh.. no comment.

well, i guess that's enough brain spring-cleaning.

ciao babes.

BEEPBEEP.

till then,
xsarahx

mabel's code [ignore again]

2005-09-28T14:17:00.000+08:00

gah. just some stupid code. i think she's got it already, so...

BYE BYE, CODEYYYYY!!!!!

-.- ness.

2005-09-28T10:07:00.000+08:00

moody? definitely. grumpy? a little bit. depressed? heck yes.

ask me no questions and i'll tell you no lies.

wanna know how i'm feeling, just read the song lyrics. it jsut shows how i'm feeling right now.

Welcome To My Life

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you

Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more?
Before your life is over

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but
I'm not gonna be okay

Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like, what it's like

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)

Welcome to my life

new layout...

2005-09-27T14:52:00.000+08:00

okay. never thought i'd ever do this, but as you can all see, i have gone a surgical-appliance-pink for my blogspot. the layout's called miss moto. [me: uhh...]

have discovered the joys of frontpage, the only letdown is that i only know marquee, bold, italic, underline and strikethrough codes. so i can't really do much.

oh, i'm in the school library. the server is up now. yes.

jr brought his thumb drive to school today. the boys are now bopping along to bon jovi's it's my life. alright, confession, so am i. sorry people, but that song just rocks. it's like one of the biggest anthems ever.

haha.

i'm getting a little psychotic now, aren't i?

anyway, i did another thing that i though i would never do. i'm reading one of the dating game novels right now. it's called... uh.. can true love survive high school?

yuh.

um. HI MOM!!!!!! *does a spastic wave*

haih... so much to blog about, so little time. anyway.

i'd like to express my mixed feelings about chick-lit books.

i mean, almost every book has about the same plot. party, have sex (or make out a heckuva lot, at least), meet boys, and drink kegs of booze. oh sure, that's a really effective way to spend your life. not.

but then again, it's kinda nice to read when you want fashion tips or to read after an exam. chick-lit's are a great source of brain-purgement. if there IS such a word as "purgement".

well, i put a new darkplayer in my xanga. go see go see.

i think i gotta go now. it's about 3.26. so..

ciao, babes.

Till then,
The Pink Penguin

shakespeare stuff [please ignore]

2005-09-20T12:13:00.000+08:00

okay, iman and i have to do this project for english about shakespeare. she's already posted some info in her site, but there's only about four or so pages. so, i'm going to get some of my own info and paste it here. okay? so ignore this post. muchos gracias.

General
English poet, dramatist, and actor, considered by many to be the greatest dramatist of all time. Some of Shakespeare's plays, such as Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet, are among the most famous literary works of the world. However, his early works did not match the artistic quality of Marlowe's dramas. Ben Jonson (1572-1637), another contemporary playwright, wrote that Shakespeare's "wit was in his own power; would the rule of it had been so too".

Shakespeare possessed a large vocabulary for his day, having used 29,066 different words in his plays. Today the average English-speaking person uses something like 2,000 words in everyday speech.

"It may be that the essential thing with Shakespeare is his ease and authority
and thay you just have to accept him as he is if you are going to be able to
admire him properly, in the way you accept nature, a piece of scenery for
example, just as it is."-Ludwig Wittgenstein in Culture and Value, 1980

There are not much records of Shakespeare´s personal life. Rumors arise from time to time that he did not write his plays, but the real author was Christopher Marlowe, Queen Elizabeth or Edward De Vere (1550-1604), whom T.J. Looney identified in 1920 as the author of Shakespeare's plays. A large body of 'Oxfordians' have since built on this claim and the reluctance to believe that a man of humble origins could be such a great author. According to some numerologists, Shakespeare wrote The King James Version of the Bible at the age of 46. Their "evidence": Shake is the 46th word of the 46th Psalm, Spear is the 46th word from the end in the 46th Psalm.

William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon, a small country town. Stratford was famous for its malting. The black plague killed in 1564 one out of seven of the town's 1,500 inhabitants. Shakespeare was the eldest son of Mary Arden, the daughter of a local landowner, and her husband, John Shakespeare (c. 1530-1601), a glover and wood dealer. John Aubrey (1626-1697) tells in Brief Lives that Shakespeare's father was a butcher and the young William exercised his father's trade, "but when he kill'd a Calfe he would do it in a high style, and make a speech."

In 1568 John Shakespeare was made a mayor of Stratford and a justice of peace. His wool business failed in the 1570s, and in 1580 he was fined £40, with other 140 men, for failing to find surety to keep the peace. There is not record that his fine was paid. Later the church commissioners reported of him and eight other men that they had failed to attend church "for fear of process for debt". The family's position was restored in the 1590s by earnings of William Shakespeare, and in 1596 he was awarded a coat of arms.

Very little is known about Shakespeare early life, and his later works have inspired a number of interpretations. T.S. Eliot wrote that

"I would suggest that none of the plays of Shakespeare has a "meaning," although
it would be equally false to say that a play of Shakespeare is meaningless."

Shakespeare is assumed to have been educated at Stratford Grammar School, and he may have spent the years 1580-82 as a teacher for the Roman Catholic Houghton family in Lancashire. When Shakespeare was 15, a woman from a nearby village drowned in the Avon. Her death was ruled accidental but it may have been a suicide. Later in Hamlet Shakespeare left open the question whether Ophelia died accidentally or by her own hand.

At the age of 18, Shakespeare married a local girl, Anne Hathaway (died 1623), who was eight years older. Their first child, Susannah, was born within six months, and twins Hamnet and Judith were born in 1585. Hamnet, Shakespeare's only son, died in 1896, at the age of 11. It has often been suggested, that the lines in King John, beginning with "Grief fills the room of my absent child", reflects Shakespeare's grief.

Hamlet was first printed in 1603. It is Shakespeare's largest drama, based on a lost play known as the Ur-Hamlet. Prince Hamlet, an enigmatic intellectual, mourns both his father's death and his mother's remarriage. His father's ghost appears to him and tells that Claudius, married to Queen Gertrude, Hamlet's mother, poisoned him. Hamlet, fascinated by cruelly witty games, swears revenge.

"The time is out of joint; O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it
right!" -Hamlet

He arranges an old play whose story has a parallel to that of Claudius. Hamlet's behavior is considered mad. He kills the eavesdropping Polonius, the court chamberlain, by thrusting his sword through a curtain. Polonius's son Laertes returns to Denmark to avenge his father's death.

Polonius's daughter Ophelia loves Hamlet, but the prince's sadistically brutal behavior drives her to madness. "Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?" he tells Ophelia who dies by drowning. Before the slaughter that ends the story, Hamlet says to his friend Horatio: "I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart." A duel takes place and ends with the death of Gertrude, Laertes, Claudius, and Hamlet, whose final words are "the rest is silence."

According to a legend, he left Stratford for London to avoid a charge of poaching. After 1582 Shakespeare probably joined as an actor one or several companies of players. By 1584 he emerged as a rising playwright in London, and became soon a central figure in London´s leading theater company, the Lord Chamberlain´s Company, renamed later as the King´s Men. He wrote many great plays for the group. In 1599 a new theater, called The Globe, was built. Shakespeare was known in his day as a very rapid writer: "His mind and hand went together," his publishers Heminges and Condell reported, "and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness that we have scarce received from him a blot in his papers."

Despite all the praise, some writer's were not enthusiastic about his plays. Samuel Pepys (1633-1703) called A Midsummer Night's Dream "the most insipid, ridiculous play that I ever saw in my life." Voltaire wrote: "Shakespeare is a drunken savage with some imagination whose plays please only in London and Canada," "Shakespeare is the Corneille of London, but everywhere else he is a great fool..."

Shakespeare wrote also two heroic narrative poems, Venus and Adonis (1593) and Lucrece (1594). His sonnets were written earliest by 1598 and published in 1609. The sonnets refer cryptically to several persons, among them a handsome young man, a woman called the 'Dark Lady', and a rival poet. Shakespeare's name was also on the title page of The Passionate Pilgrim (1599), issued by the publisher William Jaggard.

The identity of the brunette, who appreared in Shakespeare's later poems, has been a mystery. According to one theory, she was the Countess of Pembroke. George Bernard Shaw believed she was one of Elizabeth I's ladies-in-waiting, Mary Fritton. Some have thought she was the mother of Shakespeare's supposed illegitimate son, Henry Davenant. Or she might have been Marie Mountjoy, Shakespeare's London landlady, or the black prostitute Luce Morgan, or Emilia Bassano, the daughter of a court musician and mistress of the Lord Chamberlain, Lord Hunsdon. And there is a theory that the Dark Lady was not a "she" at all, but Shakespeare's patron Henry Wriothesley, Earl of Southampton.

"My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too
late!"-Romeo and Juliet

Romeo and Juliet was based on real lovers who lived in Verona, Italy, and died for each other in the year 1303. At that time the Capulets and Montagues were among the inhabitants of the town. Shakespeare found the tale in Arthur Brooke's poem 'The Tragical Historye of Romeus and Juliet' (1562). The play has inspired other works, such as Berlioz's dramatic symphony (1839), Tchaikovsky's fantasy-overture (1869-80), and Prokofiev's full-length ballet (1938). The Tempest, often considered Shakespeare's farewell to his theatrical art, has inspired Berlioz, Tchaikovsky, and Jean Sibelius, who wrote music for it in 1926.

About 1610 Shakespeare returned to his birthplace, where he had a house, called New Place. He lived as a country gentleman, drank beer, and co-wrote with John Fletcher The Two Noble Kinsmen, first published in 1634. A number of Shakespeare's plays were published during his lifetime, but none of the original dramatic manuscripts have survived. The original Globe burned down in 1613, but was rebuilt next year. Shakespeare's later plays were also performed at the Blackfriars Theatre, which was run by a seven-man syndicate. Shakespeare was one of its members.

Shakespeare's company used the Globe in the summer and the indoor Blackfrian in the winter. Under the patronage of King James I, the company also performed at court, more often than during the reign of Queen Elizabeth. The dramatist John Dennis (1657-1734) claimed, that The Merry Wives of Windsor was written at her command.

Macbeth, with its witches and portrayal of the legendary ancestor of the Stuart kings, Banquo, had a special appeal to James. He had also written a book about demology. Shakespeare died on April 23, 1616. His widow was legally entitled to a third of the estate. Shakespeare also bequeathed his "second-best bed" to his wife - at that time the best bed was the grand prize of a forfeited estate. Anne Hathaway died seven years after her husband. According to a story, she and her daughter wished to be buried in Shakespeare's grave.

In 1623 appeared a folio edition of Shakespeare's collected works - known as the First Folio. On Shakespeare's gravestone are four lines of verse. It is not certain that the Bard of Avon wrote the famous epitaph:

"Good friend, for Jesus´ sake forbeare / To digg the dust enclosed here! / Blest
be ye man that spares thes stones / And curst be he that moues my bones."

However, in the text there is an onomatopoetic to his name, with "sake" in the
first line, and "spares" in the third. -From the website http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/shakespe.htm

Plays
Tragedies-

Anthony and Cleopatra
Coriolanus
Hamlet
Julius Caesar
King Lear
Macbeth
Othello
Romeo and Juliet
Timon of Athens
Titus Andronicus

Histories-

Henry IV, Parts I and II
Henry V Henry VI, Parts I,II, and III
Henry VIII
King John
Richard II and III

Comedies-

All's Well that Ends Well
As You Like It
The OCedy of Errors
Cymbeline
Love's Labours Lost
Measure for Measure
The Merry Wives of Windsor
The Merchant of Venice
A Midsummer's Night Dream
Much Ado about Nothing
Pericles, Prince of Tyre
The Taming of the Shrew
The Tempest
Troilus and Cressida
Twelfth Night
Two Gentlemen of Verona
The Winter's Tale

Poems-

The Rape (I'm just telling it like it is!!!!) of Lucrece
Venus and Adonis
The Phoenix and the Turtle
The Passionate Pilgrim
Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music
A Lover's Complaint

Okay. That's probably enough... For now.

gleep.

2005-09-17T17:25:00.000+08:00

greetings, puny mortals. just made my first CURSOR. am also messing about on photoshop.

i am so, unbelievably bored. was supposed to be at school but i overslept. =p. blame the alarm clock.

rooster is cool. and there is nothing to blog about.

went to bsc this morning to see val. bumped into sean song from 6c, but he didn't recognise me. oh well. then went for music.

yay, my cursor is on my xanga! hannah's depressed because she didn't get to go shopping today. "=.= something about her sister's project...

uh-oh.

project.

kt project. and moral. which are due next week. alright people, where's ru dee's number? oh well.

i better get to work now. and friendster is being weird. no one's online. i'm being rather random now, aren't i. and i made an anti-avril sticker.

mariam and asri are together.

a shocking info-bite.

* snaps back into reality * oh hang on. i have to hand in my moral project that's already done. well, i have to do my kt then.

i wonder why i'm into one-long-sentences now. like: i'm tired of staring at the sun becomes i'mtiredofstaringatthesun. and steal this and die is now stealthisanddie. so on, and so forth.

i can play gavindegraw's chariot on the piano. gah, i'm doing the OLS thing again. talking to hannah. she's not bothering about her kt project. fyi, the project's about the history of a sport in malaysia, get info on star players, his/hers bio and achievements and malaysian achievements. ru dee and i are doing badminton. someone else is in our group, but i can't remember who. never mind.

i think my maid wants me dead. i was just walking past her and she says,"DIE" in a really loud voice. then she started cackling and rambled as usual. i'm not exaggerating, this really happened. oookay. *backs away*

well, i'm off to paste my cursor on blogspot and do my work now.

pineapple tarts rock.

till then,
the pink penguin.

[ edit ] migod, the cursor is absolute crap!

greetings, puny mortals...

2005-09-16T11:14:00.000+08:00

greetings, puny mortals. i have stolen the computer from WKY and ML. whine whine whine, says them. well, mabel is anyway.

played basketball today and yesterday. i forgot the score. had PE exam yesterday. i only rocked in flexibility tests. have found out that i actually CAN do push ups. but only 11 in one minute.

ahhh.

lepaked with hannah most of the day. had a burger for lunch. yumyum.

so... okay, eythan's playing Flash Halo. boreddd. i have forgotten what i wanted to blog about.

ew.

WKY just gave ML a sisterly pat on the back. interesting. *backs away*

IA doesn't know what "brb" is. oooo...kay......?

miss val. c'mon larr.. blog!!! i wanna go to the Mac centre today. fatchance.

dad and me rocks.

[ mabel ]gahh... now mabel is creating a layout request website. cool. She'll create it if her coolcounters thing. reaches 1000. Visit her web www.xanga.com/Trina9290 [ mabel ]

and that's the end of Mabel's newflash. you can get off the blog now. *
g2g now bye

hellooo...

2005-09-13T11:23:00.000+08:00

well. here i am, once again.

guuuhhh.

why the heck did i just post a kelly clarkson line on my blog? whatever.

okay, i'm on the computer in school. obvious, no? anyway, i had to kill someone to get to this computer. fine, fine, i won't be so perasan.

severely injure someone, then.

see, i bagged the computer first, but johan yong thought that he could bag it away from me.

fat chance.

anyway, he pushed me off the computer. which got me mad. oh dear. hadn't his mother ever taught him not to mess with a very peed off sarah? anyway, i pushed him twice as hard as he pushed me, which led to a push-shove fight. haha.

in the end, i pushed the hardest and then he fell off the chair and onto the ground. haha. for those whose eyes are widening in shock horror at my lack of feeling, no worries, yong has done worse to me. incessant teasing, name calling... just one tiny push wouldn't tally up to what he's done to me.

ohmigod, i'm justifying myself a la terrorist.

but, again, no worries, i'm not about to shoot up the school. why would i want to? that sucks. and i don't wanna spend my life in a cell. booooooo.

hannah cut her hair. it resembles a toadstool. NO HANNAH, I'M KIDDING, I'M KIDDING!!

no, honestly, it looks good on her. hehe. HA and KK are still in a state of idyllic bliss. duh. even though KK has to stay out of HA's way now that it's "that time of month".

is this turning out to be a long blog? whatever.

it appears that my favourite phrase (well, most-used anyway) in school is," uhh... whut just happened...?"

revealing the blurrrcase i am. eythan's sitting next to me playing some game called FFX Runner. oookay.

mikhail and shaun are currently screaming at the computer screen. another game, i guess. yep, it is. NO!!! why have they blocked runescape??

gah. curse it.

i'm now addicted to coldplay's song, fix you. it's really nice. blame my mum for getting me to sort of like coldplay. she bought the album. and missy elliot (the cookbook) and BEP (monkey business). yep, i'm advertising my mum's coolness. yeahhhh...

go mum.

oookay... now eythan's playing a seriously weird looking game which i wanna try out. he just knocked down an innocent kid in a sandbox!! ohmigod! I WANNA PLAAAYYYY!!

*extorts eythan for the URL*

okay, got it.

http://heavygames.com/dadnme/showgame.asp

feel free to visit this link for mindless fun.

okay, you know what? i'm gonna transfer all this crap to my xanga.

i did tell you that val would be switching the URL sarahchong.com from my xanga to this blogspot, right?

right.

okay.

till then,
the pink penguin

i'm BAAACK!!!

2005-09-11T16:29:00.000+08:00

Currently watching: Sepet

the pink penguin is back.

yes. omfg yes. after eight or so months of endless torture, twelve year olds around malaysia are finally free. for the people who live under rocks, the UPSR is freakin' OVER!!!!! so know we're free to just lepak, spend endless hours on the Internet, and chill with our kakis.

gah.

is it just me, or has my blog-style gotten... different? i'm not sure. blame it on the fact that i have been deprived of blogging for about a month. maybe more.

good news: i've got 2 As under my belt already. English and Math. I got full marks for English 1, and one.facking.careless mistake in Maths 1. but anyway, i don't mean to sound perasan but.. Maths 2 was really easy, i'm 100% sure that i'll get an A for Math.

Shoot me if I sound perasan.

yesterday i went out with hannah, kashif, rizal, sophie and lih seng to 1Utama to watch a movie at GSC. yay. went to watch Red Eye. so cool. i recommend this flick. but there's one part where the blonde bimbo-turned-intelligent brunette sticks a pen into that hot-but-psycho-guy's neck. major ew.

well, after that hannah and i dragged the boys around the new wing. shopping. haha. we didn't actually buy anything in the new wing.. since the stuff there are WAY too pricey. but we went to the old wing and then..:

1) went to sinma and bought this really cute charmbracelet. RM12.90
2) went to momoe and bought this freaking nice striped beanie. i love. RM23.00
3) went to sasa and bought Camella black nail polish. i also love. RM8.90

and then...

i suddenly acquired a tiny angel, a birthday keychain thing and two badges. ;p

no worries, i didn't steal anything. x]

am at the mac centre. oh, and heads up, i'm getting val to make my blogspot as sarahchong.com. so don't start mouthing off at me if you log onto sarahchong.com and you see my blogspot instead.

'nuff said.

ciao, baybehs.

till then,
the pink penguin

[ edit ] and why the heck am i blogging in rainbow colours?? gah. blame it on my happiness, i guess.

eck . ness

2005-08-15T10:37:00.000+08:00

eckk! Haven't been blogging in yonkz.

omfg, it's so. darn. hazy here!let's see, trial 3 is over. oh i feel sick. blee just 22 more dayz left until the upsr. oh god. now i'm really starting to feel sick. oh well. * throws up *

am chatting to Lee. urh... isn't it weird how you keep anticipating all the million things you're going to blog about but once your fingers touch the keypad all your thoughts go *poof*? Darnit that's what my thoughts are doing right now. evaporating. screw. oops, i just swore. darn.

am currently checking out Imaginary now.. to see the Boardie Awards v. 2 results. Darn, i hope i don't get voted for Most Teenie again. WTF? i'm no teenie... but oh well. it doesn't really matter to me, anyway.

well, i didn't even win anything. now i don't know whether to be pleased, or slightly put out. ah well. * shrugs *

ohh. sunday (that's yesterday, for those people who are too darn lazy to count backwards) was goood. went to the Mac centre in BSC! yayness! got Val her room-warming present... It's a clock on a cushion. Called Cushiontime. Kinda obvious. NO REUBEN DON'T SIT ON THAT THING!

Only 22 more days till the UPSR. or have i said that already? omg, Shing-Ji's advert was sooo cute! skweeness! her face is now plastered on the trolleys in Tesco. But I only saw her on TV once, though. I didn't see Shobana or Jing, though.

PEOPLE, WATCH THE LATEST DUMEX ADVERTISMENT. THE LITTLE GIRL IN PIGTAILS WITH THE CELLO (she really DOES play it) IS MY FRIEND'S SISTER. WAATTCHH!

Anywayz, I have to go now.

Ciao, babes.

Till then,
The Pink Penguin.

My last post?

2005-08-03T20:01:00.000+08:00

Alright. I'm in the computer lab, doing my Moral project. Let me just cut to the chase.

I am going to go on a HIATUS.

Could this be my last post? I'm not sure. It might not, because every Friday, Moral students go to the computer lab to finish up the project. So... now it's weekly posts. That's good enough for me. I guess.

Yes. My results for Trial 2 were so crap, it's so not me. I can't even bear to post it. But this just shows that I am not studying hard enough, or that I'm not studying right. But I got disgraced. Nicole beat me in EVERY subject. That is NOT good.

I cannot let that happen ever again.

I have to get ALL As for my UPSR. Have to.

Because I'm going to strike a deal with Mum, if I get all As for my UPSR, she'll let me choose which secondary school I want to go to. And I want to go to Wesley Methodist in Sentul. Or stay back, it depends.

I hate to say it, but I think the standard in my school is lower than other schools. I just realized the true level of what I really know in the Trial 2. If the real UPSR is like that, and i'm sure it will be, I will SUFFER. I will not get my 5As, and Mum will send me to Sri Aman. A convent.

God forbid.

So, I am going to work my BUTT off to make sure I get my 5As. 4 or 3 won't do. It has to be FIVE. If Nicole or some of my other friends beat me again in Trial 3, I will SCREAM, study my brains out, and fall into deep depression.

Besides, if I get my 5As, I will get:-
a) Skateboard
b) Electric guitar (and amp, of course)
c) iPod
d) London trip
e) Choice of school

So... that's it. And Mum had a talk with me today on the way to school. So I'm going to study. I only got 4As for the Trial 2. Alright, I'll post the stupid, crappy marks. Which are all gonna change for the better. Soon.

BM Pemahaman: 55%
BM Penulisan: 80%. Or 84%, I can't remember.
English: 86%
Science: 68%
Mathematics (Total): 92%

Well... That's it for now, I guess. I have to go for break. Bye.

Till then,
The Pink Penguin

MAH NEW FORRRUMMM!!!

2005-07-30T19:43:00.000+08:00

Yay! I've got a new forum!! It's really cooll... Go here.

www.unprettymisfit.proboards54.com

Please please please join! I'll love you (in a completely platonic way) if you join!

EnjoY!

Was Salem correct?

2005-07-29T09:38:00.002+08:00

Saw this at a friend's site. Fell about laughing. But then re-read it and realized that these "saints" are stupid and close-minded. Just read it, and get peed off like me.

Was Salem Correct?

Is Your Child a Goth? Presented by St. Mary's Church
Source: www.stmaryschurch.org

Listed below are some warning signs to indicate if your child may have gone
astray from the Lord. Gothic (or goth) is a very obscure and often dangerous
culture that young teenagers are prone to participating in. The gothic
culture leads young, susceptible minds into an imagined world of evil,
darkness, and violence. Please seek immediate attention through counseling,
prayer, and parental guidance to rid your child of Satan's temptations if
five or more of the following are applicable to your child.

-Frequently wears black clothing.
-Wears band and/or rock t-shirts.
-Wears excessive black eye makeup,lipstick or nail polish.
-Wears any odd silver jewelry or symbols.
-Shows an interest in piercing or tattoos.
-Listens to gothic or any other anti-social genres of music. (Marilyn Manson claims to be the anti-Christ, and publicly speaks against the Lord. Please discard any such albums IMMEDIATELY.)
-Associates with other people that dress, act or speak eccentrically.
-Shows a declining interest in wholesome activities, such as: the Bible, prayer, church or sports.
-Shows an increasing interest in death, vampires, magic, the occult, witchcraft or anything else that involves Satan.
-Takes drugs.
-Drinks alcohol.
-Is suicidal and/or depressed.
-Cuts, burns or partakes in any other method of self-mutilation.(This is a Satanic ritual that uses pain to detract from the light of God and His love. Please seek immediate attention for this at your local mental health center.)
-Complains of boredom.
-Sleeps too excessively or too little.
-Is excessively awake during the night.
-Demands an unusual amount of privacy.
-Spends large amounts of time alone.
-Requests time alone and quietness. (This is so that your child may speak to evil sprits through meditation.)
-Insists on spending time with friends while unaccompanied by an adult.
-Disregards authority figures; teachers, priests, nuns and elders are but a few examples of this.
-Misbehaves at school.
-Misbehaves at home.
-Eats excessively or too little
-Eats goth-related foods. Count Dracula cereal is an example of this.
-Drinks blood or expresses an interest in drinking blood. (Vampires believe this is how to attain Satan. This act is very dangerous and should be stopped immediately.) -Watches cable television or any other corrupted media sources. (Ask your local church for proper programs that your child may watch.)
-Plays videos games that contains violence or role-playing nature.
-Uses the internet excessively and frequently makes time for the computer.
-Makes Satanic symbols and/or violently shakes head to music.
-Dances to music in a provocative or sexual manner.
-Expresses an interest in sex.
-Masturbates.
-Is homosexual and/or bisexual.
-Pursues dangerous cult religions. Such include: Satanism, Scientology, Philosophy, Paganism, Wicca, Hinduism and Buddhism.
-Wears pins, stickers or anything else that contains these various phrases:
"I'm so gothic, I'm dead", "woe is me", "I'm a goth".
-Claims to be a goth.

If five or more of these apply to your child, please intervene immediately.
The gothic culture is dangerous and Satan thrives within it. If any of these
problems persist, enlist your child into your local mental health center.
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Oh God! Oh my God! Well actually, seeing as I'm a Christian, I really shouldn't be using the Lord's name in vain but still: Oh my Go..sh. Disgusted!

-Frequently wears black clothing.
-Wears band and/or rock t-shirts.
-Shows an interest in piercing or tattoos.
-Listens to gothic or any other anti-social genres of music. (Does Evanescence and Green Day count? Evanescence is gothic, and Green Day talks about God and their own "Jesus of Suburbia)
-Complains of boredom.
-Sleeps too excessively or too little.
-Uses the internet excessively and frequently makes time for the computer.
-Wears pins, stickers or anything else that contains these various phrases: "I'm so gothic, I'm dead", "woe is me", "I'm a goth".

Oh dear, I'm a Goth! Whatever do we do now? Check me into Tanjung Rambutan, along with 98% of my friends, including my mum. God, doesn't this just scream close-minded?

However, some of their points are acceptable. But why only five? There are some points which show extreme weirdness, such as drinking blood. Oookay, that's just creepy.

Shows an increasing interest in death, vampires, magic, the occult, witchcraft or anything else that involves Satan. Takes drugs. Drinks alcohol. Is suicidal and/or depressed. Cuts, burns or partakes in any other method of self-mutilation.

Alright, these are the ones they should stress on. Not harmless stuf like wearing buttons, complaining of boredom, wearing rockstar T-Shirts etc. etc. Including the un-italicized ones are just plain wrong. Man, it must suck going to that school and being fed all that bull about boredom being goth. These people must be seriously boring. Maybe they're robots.

O__o

Guh. Am still annoyed.

Well, gotta ciao for break now. Will blog-rant more later. Bye.

Till then,
The Pink Penguin

Freedom!

2005-07-28T15:44:00.000+08:00

yaayyy! Standard Six kids around Sri KDU, such as myself, are now FREE from TORTURE! Yesh people, Trial 2s are OVER! Woot woot! Yeah, am feeling stupid! So.... THESE TRIALS ARE BANANAS! B-A-N-A-N-A-S! Oh and I came up with a stupid spooffet (spoof and snippet) of Gavin DeGraw's Chariot... Presenting..

oh durian,
Your golden flesh
Is walking down
Into this mouth
oh durian... i'm singing out loudd...
To eat you Give me your flesh..

Okay that sounds comPLETELY stupid. Eck, who cares? Not me!

*goes off into a strange teeny-bopping head movement*

WOOT! Trials are over, trials are over... Am so happy! Finally get to relax... And actually go online for more than a measly twenty minutes! Yay...

English was super easy... And Maths rocked. Apparently, I got 36/40 for Maths One! YAY! BM was... a bit hard, a bit easy. So-so. OMFG Science was pretty tough... objective AND subjective. But it was pretty good, overall. Yong was kind enough to keep lending me his electric pencil sharpener.. So nice of him.

Today was pretty eventful than most days, I suppose.

S *name and gender will be posted as anonymous here, to save h** embarrasment* cried today just before English One. H* injured his arm or something like that. But I dont know how h** did. So all the **** were crowding around h** and saying "S, do you wanna go to the infirmary?" or "S you kay not.."

And then today all the boys had to stay back, because someone put whole toilet rolls into the guys toilet cubicles.. THREE DAYS IN A ROW. Today, yesterday, and the day before. omg. So Mrs Chee suspects its Standard Six guys, because those three days were our trial days. But Rueben thinks it's the Lower Primary kids.. I'm not sure.

Anyway, it's 5.40 now, I have to go for tuition now. I'm sorry, but I simply canNOT resist a Gossip Girl line. Excuse my moment of blondeness.

You know you love me,
The Pink Penguin

Untitled, but YAY

2005-07-25T22:07:00.000+08:00

YAY. Am super hyped up! For a few reasons. HAHAHAHA can't blog properly because am too adrenalited (a new word! Adrenaline and excited). Eck, sue me.

FIRST REASON. The Beatles concert was a freaking blast. We got a real good response... The 3-4.30pm show was pretty good, but the 6-7.30pm show was like, full house. Well, of course a few seats were empty, and a lot of babies were crying during the evening show, but heck, what's a couple of seats and bratty kids between fellow Beatle fans?? Did I mention that I play Violin I?

LoL.

Argh, can't blog properly because I am still adrenalited like crazY! Or have I said that already? Anyway, we plaayyeedd...:

First Concerto, first movement: Penny Lane//Love me Do (Piano duet by Janelle Soong and Tan Shing-Ji)

First Concerto, second movement: Here, There, and Everywhere//Michelle (Duet by Ian Lum and Nigel Thean)

First Concerto, third movement: Eleanor Rigby//I Should Have Known Better//Rock'n'Roll Music (Duet by Carol ??? and Dennis ???)

Second Concerto, first movement: I wanna Hold your Hand//Yesterday//Can't Buy Me Love (Duet by Vivian Chua and Chee Yan)

Wait. Gotta go. Bye.

Bombs, and stroke.

2005-07-22T21:06:00.000+08:00

Omg. My uncle (dad's brother) has got a mild case of stroke. Oh my god. I hope he's okay...

BREAKING NEWS.

MORE BOMBS IN UK. STOCKWELL. MY THEORY: the first bombing incident, the Queen said something like,"This will not affect us. We will not be ruined by this" or something like that, which made the bombers really peed off that their bombs were in vain, so they decided to bomb some more. I think. That's just my theory, though.

Ciao babes.

Till then,
The Pink Penguin

vicTORIOUS!

2005-07-22T18:24:00.000+08:00

YES! I have broken from the chain-chain-CHAAINNN... chain of FOOLZ! Haha... have gotten outta the SYSTEM! WooT! BITE ME, LOSERZS! *ahem*

Newayz, gotta go... so..

Ciaoiez, babes.

Till then,
The Pink Penguin.

Haarrlozz!

2005-07-21T17:43:00.000+08:00

[ intro ] Eurrghh.. Why is everything taking so long to load?!?

Hellooz... How long has it been since I last blogged here? *shrugs* Ah well. I'm blogging now. I am sick. Now I don't mean sick mentallylarr.. I mean sniffle kind of sick. Boo hoo. *sniffs*

Well, it's been study, study, study so far... But I got a break this time. YaY.

WHY ON EARTH ISNT IMAGINARY WORKING?? Poop. *sniffs*

On a brighter, not-so-germ-contaminated note, I have started writing a fanfic. About Amy Lee and Billie Joe. DOn't know what the title is, though..

One: Amy

I ran into my house, slamming the door behind me, then leaned against it. Loud knocking and even louder shouting made me jump. "Open the darn door, Amy!" yelled my freshly-dumped ex, Billie Joe. "Heck no!" I screamed back, before running up to my room. It was only when I touched my room doorknob did I become aware of the hot tears spilling down my cheeks. I brushed them away angrily.

I glanced out the window. Billie Joe was still yelling at my front door. How could I have been so STUPID, I asked myself. My mind flashed back to the moment I had found my so-called best friend hugging Billie Joe in the park. Or maybe it was the other way round. Whatever it was, it didn't matter anymore. It all just boiled down to this simple fact:Billie Joe was cheating on me. I stole another peek outside my window. Billi Joe had stopped yelling now. He was sitting on my doorstep. I rummaged through my junk box for a rock, piece of paper, and a pencil. On it I scrawled the words "GET OFF MY DOORSTEP, MORON." I attached it to the rock, aimed for Billie jOe's head, and threw. I smirked as he raised hi shand to the spot where the rock had hit him. I drew the curtains.

Two: Billie Joe

That stupid Megan! I yelled in my head. Why on earth had that whatsername hugged me? I winced in pain as something struck my head. I rubbed my head and saw a small pebble with some paper attached to it. I read the message, then stood up. I looked up at Amy's window, hoping she would still be standing there, but her room curtains were drawn. I sighed, then left the compound.

As I slowly walked down the street, I started singing 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' to myself. "I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, but it's home to me and-" "I walk alone." sang another voice.

I turned around, then immediately wished I hadn't. "What is it, Megan." I asked coldly. She made a face that she thought was cute, then came up to me with outstretched arms.

"Aww Billie baby.." she cooed. I struggled to free myself from her killer bear hug.

"First of all, it's Billie JOE, and secondly, I'm not your baby," I muttered. Man, this girl had a really STRONG grip. It seemed to me that the more I struggled, the harder she held on to me. So, fearing suffocation, I relaxed. She rested her head onto my chest.

Aaaaaaaacckkk... That's all I've been able to type so far. Please leave your [cooKiEzz]s, I'd really appreciate it!

Till then,
The Pink Penguin

Todays and yesterday's posts.

2005-07-09T12:17:00.000+08:00

Friday, July 08, 2005

Currently Reading
Witches Abroad
By Terry Pratchett
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Whee! Blogging again! Well, haven't been blogging in yonks. I have a painful ulcer.. Owwie.

Er.. my bloggie is looking bad. No one is commenting... Jeez, I feel so unloved. XD.

Am chatting to e.Lyaz and Tiffany.

I'm bored... Let me try to remember why I wanted to blog in the first place, apart from my lame ailments.

Oh yesh.

I GOT A LIVE 8 ARM BAND!!!!! Oh yeah, uh-huh.. Woo, that totally roxx my soxx. Yay.. but of course, my efforts of so-called 'coolness' are wasted on my unappreciative classmates. Doosh. It rocks to know that Billie Joe, Mike Dirnt, Tre Cool (well, green day, really) wore replicas of this thing. Yay. Does this, in a strange way, make me closer to Green Day? ;D

I'd post some pictures, but the lighting is soo cacated and you can't see the words. Oh well. Just imagine it.

White, rubber armband. Has numbers 2005 and the words MakePovertyHistory embossed on it. Very chic. Stylish. I love.

I also love Daniel Wu. And Edison Chen. And Jet Li Billie Joe. Love Billie Joe's piercing green eyes. Hate the Olsen twins. Annoying, annoying, annoying. I hate wannabes too, not that I know any, but if I did, I'm sure I would. Hate them, that is.

The number of couples are increasing in my school. Thankfully, I'm not one of those sad loser-girls who think hott boyz(need I mention that the boys in my school don't even look slightly-okay?) are their only escape from our otherwise boring school life. Yes, I'm proud to say that for once in my life, I am not addicted to boys. Male celebrities do not count since no one can have them ANYWAY('cept the married ones, of course.) so I'm allowed to dream. Comprende? Back to the 'sad-girls' topic. These girls are so bored, they wish to spice up their lives by (brace yourself, readers) making out in school. Obviously, school rules do not apply to them. I exaggerate. They don't actually make out la... If not the girls will be swallowing birth-control pills. Newayz, they don't make out.. They just french their guys a heckuva lot. See, they don't make out! They're still virgins. Oh, what a relief. *rolls eyes*

Don't know why I'm elaborating so much on this subject. I just find it icky. Ick. Ick. Icky. Hello, we're only *age here*, okay? (Well, some of us are turning *age here*.) And you're already breaking the rules just to play tonsil-tennis with your boy? Helloo? In case you haven't noticed, other people are looking at you, and your head has got a big, bright neon sign floating over your heads, screaming,"HEY LOOK! I'M FRENCHING SOMEONE! DONT I JUST SCREAM CHEAP?"

Um. Again, ick. But I'm not saying I actually know girls who make out.. I just heard rumours. Don't know if they're true or not. Oh look, I've just written another paragraph full of crap on cheap gurlz. Sue me.

[ edit ] To chopsticksnotforks, yes, I agree, school-life and my life is very boring. Which is why other girls get boyfriends. But I'm content with my nice, secure, boring life. Oh, predictable. LoL. =p

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Today's post.

Ohsheeohsheeohsheeohsheee.... My throat hurts like shee. Stupid ulcer and sore throat. I only have 5 more minutes to blog. Stupid Streamyx lah. I think I'm catching a cold from Mum. BoO Hoo. I just found out what is so wrong with my blogspot. As in, why no one is commenting. I've changed the settings now, though. Go comment.

Forgive me about yesterday's rant, was feeling really moody, for no obvious reason. But readers, please don't think I'm just a sad, sour girl ranting all because I'm single. That means I don't have a boyfriend. Because I'm not. Sad and sour, I mean. But I am a girl =p. My breath stinks, even though I just brushed my teeth for the second time today.

Newayz, gotta go, ciao.

Till then,
The Pink Penguin

Blap

2005-07-04T12:28:00.000+08:00

Zounds. The Queen of England just bought a 6gb iPod. Impressive. I wonder if she knows how to work it.

Countless crap... I'm so hungry and now I have to go.

Ciaozies.

Till Then,
THe PInk Penguin

uh.

2005-06-30T13:46:00.000+08:00

Uh... forgot what I wanted to blog about. Lol. Mum has left me with pet sis, Val. Apparently, *someone* told me that she transferred *something* into someone's laptop. Can't wait. Ohhh why can't UPSR come sooner?? Then Val can teach me photoshop and illustrator and i can design my own fat little penguin!

Er... what else to talk about ah...

Well, am going to change some colour codes on my xanga now. gooey rocks. *random thought*

Till then,
The pink Penguin

Quizilla results!

2005-06-28T22:04:00.000+08:00

Am on a Quizilla spree. check out muah results, please.

Interesting.

you will die quietly in bed at an old age. have a
nice rest of your life.

How will you die?
brought to you by Quizilla

Right...

You are a
protector.
Yes, you don't like to kill people. That goes
against everything you belive in. It's not that
you are a coward, but your ideals and morals
wouldn't allow it. You are the typical hero, do
the righteous things, get the bad guys and do
it all legally. But just because you don't kill
doesn't mean you can't kick ass. And that is
what you do. You use your brain and your
strenght to do honourable deeds and protect
people you know and love. If an evil guy is
going to take over the world soon, it's you who
will get involved. You hate watching innocents
suffer, and love seeing bad people getting what
they deserve. You are probably also happy and
optimistic and work pretty good in groups. And
the friends you usually make are true ones.

Main weapon: Anything at all
Quote: "You only live once, but if
you do it right, once is enough" -Joe
Lewis
Facial expression: Smile

What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
brought to you by Quizilla

Double interesting.

Your label is the Nice girl/guy. You tend to care
for others over yourself. However, many people
appreciate your caring side and would rather
stick by you than hurt you. But, there is a
downside. Some tend to abuse your kindness and
take advantage of you. You always try to see
the good in everyone and try not to hate.
Also, you have sharp insight and a great
personality. Calm, serene, and understanding,
you make a worthy friend and a valuble ally to
people in need. Don't change your sweet
nature, your constant being-there can save a
life.

I suggest your go into a field that
centers around working with others such as a
doctor, baby-sitter, psychologist, lifeguard,
or Teacher. If none of these occupations
interest you, it is okay then. I am sure that
there are plenty of oppertunities out there for
you.

What type of teenager are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

This is know is definitely true. But it looks like I've got big
Am on a Quizilla spree. check out muah results, please.

Interesting.

you will die quietly in bed at an old age. have a
nice rest of your life.

How will you die?
brought to you by Quizilla

Kay, this is definitely true. But her tetekz look a bit... *ahem* big there. No matter.

You are a nature loving anime girl.You love all
types of animals and care for them.You are a
calm person and loves to have people around.You
love to be outside just admiring your
surroundings and playing with the animals that
are around.Now just if you keep loving the
nature pretty soon everyone is going to copy
you maybe i'm really not sure.But do what you
do best and it will soon pay off ^_^

If You Were An Anime Character What Would You Look Like?(Girls Only)
brought to you by Quizilla

You like the sweet, shy type.

What kind of guy are you most attracted to? (CUTE anime pics)
brought to you by Quizilla

The new and improved FROG LAWYER story.

2005-06-28T19:05:00.000+08:00

Woo!!! The pInk penguin has finally finished typing, and editing the story. Yay, I'm going to have my name printed out in the Schoolzine again! Hah, no school magazine is safe from the wrath of the Pink PenguiN!!! Lol. Newayz, going to quit crapping and write the stupid story.

The Frog LawyerOnce upon a time, in a river in Fairyland, lived Frog. One day, a girl, Amy, stopped by the river. It wasn't long before Amy caught Frog. Frog freaked Amy out by bellowing and croaking at the same time,"PUT ME DOWN, LITTLE GIRL." Amy staredin shock and suprise. "What are you?" asked Amy. "I used to be a prince in a palace. Kiss me NOW so that I can return home, if you know what's good for you," replied Frog.Amy winced, and refused. "Do you really think I was born yesterday? I've read the fairytales- the princess kisses the frog, they get married, and then they have a messy divorce. There’s no way I’m ever kissing you, pal. Besides, how do you know if you really were a prince before you got turned into a frog?"Frog started to look doubtful. "Now that you've mentioned it, I'm not too sure anymore. Tell you what, I’ll try to remember who I really was, and you can come back tomorrow.”

Night fell, as it always did, but it seemed to crash that night. The next day, Amy ran back to the river. Frog looked expressionless. “It turns out,” it said dramatically,“ that I was actually a lawyer.” Amy blinked. “Now I remember why I was turned into a frog in the first place. You see, my ex-client suddenly acquired a fairy godmother. Horrible, snobbish things, fairies. Especially the godmothers. But anyway, my ex-client wished for the usual health-wealth-happiness package. One bleak morning, however, my client wasn't feeling particularly happy, so she hired me, and brought it to court. Of course, the fairy wasn’t too pleased with the verdict- my client and I had won the case, you see. So just before she was led away by the security trolls, she just grabbed her wand and- zap. Next thing I know, I’m sitting here on this lily pad, as a frog.” Sighed Frog. “The fairy’s in Fairyland jail now. Turning people into frogs for real… that was a first in Fairyland history,” added Frog.

Amy decided to hire Frog as her own personal lawyer. She offered it the job, which it accepted. After some thought, Amy decided to kiss Frog as well because although it was quite normal to be seen talking to a frog in Fairyland, but she had a funny feeling animals would not be allowed in the courtroom. Sure enough, after the kiss, the frog turned into an ugly lawyer with a smart briefcase.

They both sped away to a happy ending in Amy’s red Perodua Savvy, spending the rest of their days suing anyone who got in their way, and thus, getting richer by the hour.

THE END.

Ta da... hoped you liked it! Don't forget to leave me comments kay?

Ciao babes.

Till then,
The Pink Penguin

Crafty Sneak II

2005-06-27T12:39:00.000+08:00

Something else I forgot to mention. The school wants us to send in article crapz or something like that so we can publish it in the Schoolzine. I've already started on my story..

The Frog Lawyer

Once upon a time, in a river in Fairyland, lived Frog. One day, a girl, Amy, stopped by the river. It wasn't long before Amy caught Frog. Frog freaked Amy out by bellowing and croaking at the same time,"PUT ME DOWN YOU STUPID LITTLE GIRL." Amy stared. "What are you?" asked Amy. "I used to be a prince in a palace. Kiss me NOW so that I can return home, if you know what's good for you," replied Frog.

Amy winced, and refused. "Do you really think I was born yesterday? I've read the fairytales- the princess kisses the frog, they get married, and then they have a messy divorce. No way are my lips gonna touch yours, pal. Besides, how do you know if you really were a prince before you got turned into a frog?"

Frog started to look doubtful. "Now that you've mentioned it, I'm not too sure anymore."

Aargh... We have to go now. Don't worry, I"ll continue the story... If i have time. But for now, please leave comments!

Crafty sneak

2005-06-27T12:18:00.000+08:00

Heheheh. *evil grin* Okay, so I can blog. I think I'll make Blogspot my normal site... but then what about sarahchong.com? Aaanyway... it turns out the school has yet to discover Blogspot. Geh, shouldn't have influenced so many people to join Xanga.

Oh well, I'm going to keep Blogspot as my own little secret. Only one other person joined Blogspot, and that's Iman. And she's quitted Blogspot.

My fingers smell of durian. I like durian, but when you smell it overnight... blee.

As usual, am in the IT Lab, during ICT class. We're using Access now... Microsoft Access is so... easy. At least we're not on Paint anymore... But I'd rather do Word than Excel, or Access. Coz I love typing. XDDD.

I lurrvvee the display picture of myself! I look so pretty there... I tried to copy Skye Sweetnam, but unfortunately no one in the house had lime-green eyeliner. So I stole my mum's lipstick and drew a lumpy heart over my eye. And I put on two coats of lip gloss. Heheh. Two coats of lipgloss, camera at the right angle and I look good. Well, to me, of course. But some people who's job is to put everyone down and make them feel miserable (not that I know any la.. but these kind of people exist so...) will probably say,"Ugh. That girl's sooo ugly. And she actually thinks she looks nice in that photo? yadda yadda yadaa..."

Did I mention *someone* has a site now? Not a rant site, but a proper site. I don't know if she blogged though... Check www.agent-mookie.blogspot.com out when you have the time. I won't tell you whose site it is, cuz *someone* wants me to keep it anonymous.

Oookay... Amanda and Sangeeta are laughing hysterically, for reasons which I'm not too sure of. I think I'm getting longer posts, mainly because I just type in any random stuff that comes to my head.

[ 2 minutes later ]

Woah, that was close. Mr Eu almost caught me... I guess that's a sign that I should stop crapping. So... I'm going to obey fate (okay, how weird do I sound right now??) and stop blogging. But I might return... Beware the return of the Pink Penguin(c). Hahah...

Till Then,
The Pink Penguin

Yayy...

2005-06-26T20:31:00.000+08:00

yAHOO launch just roxx my soxx. Have watched Basket Case about 3 times already. Actually, I only get 15 minutes online but coz I'm typing with one hand and eating a durian at the same time I think I get an extension. XD. Have finished all my homework and have packed my bags.

I lurff Billie Jooeeee!!!!!!!!

He looks so cute in Basket Case!!! But it seems he's had that black shirt for almost ever. bUT SPEAKING OF gREEn Day... I just wanted to say I'm not a teenie. A Green Day teenie, that is. I mean, its not my fault I only started to like punk when I turned 11, is it? *eyes start googling, realizes I have just blabbed one of deepest darkest secrets.* But anyway....

Look, it's not like I started to like Green Day just after looking at Billie Joe. No. It started with me listening to American Idiot on the radio. So I just thought, hey, I like that song! And this is by Green Day, right? The band that's been around for, what, 15 years? Just that I never bothered to listen to them cuz I didn't really like punk when I was younger? Oookay... Gotta check them out.

So, I went online my mum's Mac, and started downloading every Green Day song in sight. And then I image-googled Green Day, and then watched the American Idiot video. It was only then I realized how much Green Day rocked, and the perfection of Billie Joe <33333.

So now you know. I am not a teenie. Got that? Thank you. Have finished eating 7 pieces of durian. *burp* Mum's asked me to close Launch because she's "watching Oprah Primetime and wants to watch Desperate Housewives, so shut up!"

Newayz. No one's online... All getting ready for school. Blee. I hate school. I can't even blog in school, because the IT people have blocked all websites that arent Google, Yahoo, Hotmail, etc. etc.

Stupid, perverted Std 5's and 6's who surf porn sites. Yes, now 11 and 12 year olds watch porn. Disturbing, isn't it? The world is soooo ending. Am halfway through Harmony Silk Factory.

I can play the piano part (What an amazing time, what a family, how did the years go by? Now it's only me) of Gwen Stefani's What You Waiting For on the... piano. Eh, this penguin saaangat talented one... You don't pray pray one, arr.... XDD.

My breath's gonna stink like shoot tonight.

Blech.

2005-06-25T23:11:00.000+08:00

I only get 10 minutes on the comp. Can the glorifying like, start now?? Lol. Just my normal, short posts, filled with crap. I tend to forget stuff when under pressure. I wanna highlight my hair hot pink. I've only got 31 friends on frenzta. I haven't written any songs yet. Eli has got the chorus for Stronger, a song Eli, Lih Seng and I wrote. YAy. She's also got tune for What Happened. I didn't write that. She and Lih Seng did though. Are you thinking chemistry people???

My own lil' army!!

2005-06-21T21:05:00.000+08:00

The pink penguin now has her own ArMy! Ahem. Forget psychotic cute penguins, now it's psychotic cute penguins is PSYCHEDELIC colours. Kukuku. Check out my display picture to see my new penguins.

Bored, bored, BORED!

2005-06-21T18:37:00.000+08:00

Am so bored. Am three-quarters through my English homework. Blee, she (Ms Shanti) gave us 3 paper twos (karangan) to do. Blech.

[ 8.37 pm ]

Haihz. The band's name is confirmed, it's Graffiti Punk. Eli's making a tune for the song me (lead guitar), Eli (lead singer) and Lih Seng (keyboardist) wrote. Erm, I'm not gonna post it here because firstly, it's in Eli's book, and secondly, it's not exactly done. I've written Echo though. Wait, just let me get my lyrix book and I'll post it. But I don't know if it makes sense. It's hard to write songs that make sense and kinda rhyme.

Echo
Staring at the ceiling
All my mem'ries keep rushing back
Messed up and confusing
I hate how you're making me feel

It's all so deja vu
I've been here before a few times
Why did I fall for you
Now I'm quite aware we're dying

Chorus
LEave me alone
Just leave me alone
I don't need your false pity
Why din't I see that
Something would go wrong
Leave me alone
Just leave me alone
I want this echo (echo)
To subside

I just wanna forget
When will the pain just go away
It's driving me insane
It sucks cuz I wanna be with you

Chorus

Feeling like I've lost my mind
I"m stuck in my own world of pain
There is no such thing a s time
So there's nothing to erase the pain

Chorus

Tadaa.... Erm, kinda sucks, I know. I hope it makes sense. XD. Newayz, am eating mangoes now. Might blog later.

Oh, hahahaha.

2005-06-21T17:48:00.000+08:00

I've only been online for 15 minutes.

Anywayz, to F'stress, thank you. Sweet revenge. OH, netdisaster rocks. Heheheheh. Sigh, only Chiq and mum know about this site. I can't believe minishorts can hide her blog from her mum. Amazing. Not much to blog about, still have some work to finish. Sigh. I'd best be off then... Right after I check some stuff. Just five more minutes.

Till then,
The Pink Penguin

Blehh. The real pilot. XD

2005-06-20T21:47:00.000+08:00

PenguinReads: Harmony Silk Factory - Tash Aw

Minishorts is one of the best bloggers I have seen. Since ever. Actually, I'm going to just randomly select some bloggers, and rate them on a scale of one to five. Ahem.

Minishorts: 5
Chiqspace: 5
Liquidcucumber: A million!! Kukuku.... No, I suck in reality lah. 3 and a quarter
Trinkletzz: 5
Minxskyz: 4
Heroin_E: 4
Suanie: 4

Erm. That's about it. Sighz, I have such boring posts. I'm never gonna make it like Chiqspace, or Jeff Ooi (even though I don't read his blog). Geh, pessimists, how's that for self-depreciation? Well, I don't quite know if you can call it that. Since I'm always trying out new, big words.

Oh, and before I forget. On Sunday, (yesterday) I went to see Tash Aw. Yay! *claps hands* Tash is like... like... like- well, he's got his own style, really. Yeah. He's pretty original. He writes about Malaya (Note: Malaya, not malaysia.) before and during the Japanese occupation. He writes it from a Malaysian's point of view, unlike other books set in Malaysia written by kuai lo-es. It's kinda weird.

The first part of the book is written by "himself" as Jasper Lim, and the other part is written by Snow Soong, his mother who died during childbirth. And the last part by a kuai lo named Peter. I've only just got to the second part. Snow sort of writes it like a diary. I haven't read the third part, but I gather Peter is a friend of Johnny. Johnny. I forgot to write about him.

Johnny is a crook. Very manipulative, smooth-talking... sly, really. Half of me detests the daylights out of Johnny. But the other half sort of feels sorry for him, for some reason.

Did I mention where the story is set? Newayz, it's set in the Kinta Valley, Perak.

Oh yeah, mum got Tash to sign our copy. And she said to him

Mum: Uh, my daughter's only twelve. Are there any *ahem* "naughty bits" in there, as she hasn't finished reading the book? (She hasnt finished reading it you see and she was worried. Like what does she think i am? A naive 5 year old???? *rolls eyes*)

Me: *Eyes start googling* MUUUMMMM!!!!!!!!!?!?!?

Tash: Um, no, I don't think so. But I suggest you read it first-lah.

Me: *glares. glares. glaresglaresglaresglaresglaresglaresglares*

Oh, and we were at MPH, and someone asked Tash how long it took him to write the book. So he replied 5 years, and this woman in a red shirt, started laughing like 5 years was such an unbelievably long time.

Um, excuse my lack of sense of humour, but what's so funny about that? Hello, just three short paragraphs (English paper 2) takes us forty minutes. Does she really expect him to just sit down, and write an entire book in an hour? Ignoramus. I noticed she was the only one laughing. The rest of us were just staring at her like she was just some strange specimen in the zoo. Hah.

Anyway, I've got to go. I think this is one of my rare long posts, long not because of crap filled in it, but with actual words.

Ciao, babes.

Till then,
The Pink Penguin.

Greetings.

2005-06-20T18:09:00.000+08:00

Erm, this is my third blog in about 6 months. Whatever, I hope that the-penguin-experience.blogspot.com is here to stay. For good. Anyway, this is just a pre-post. I'll do a longer next time when I have the time.

Till then,
Penguin