This shows my inability to think up of titles.

And so you see little ones, that its not all that fine and dandy being a spiderpig. Instead of doing my homework like this:

( FWA!! )

I'm slacking, or at least staring at my homework in my dad's computer room.

( Fwoom! )

And damnit, school is starting in four days!! But oh well, I always manage to pull it off somehow. Soshi the last-minute worker. Or I could just tell my teachers that I forgot to bring my homework and get scolded. Naw. I'll burn midnight oil. On the brighter side, I've started on my History and English, and finished my Social Studies!! OMFG! I FINISHED a piece of homework!! So that leaves Lit, Higher Chi, Physics, Chem and my obligatory Math assigments. Woohoo.

We (my mum, brother and me) are going to my aunt's house on Wednesday to have a New Year's dinner! (And to collect my overdue Christmas presents >D) This year's shou huo (erm... loosely translated, I think it means "collection/produce"... I hate thinking in Chinese and being unable to translate) is not very good.

A pair of new spectacles.

A photoframe.

This sparkly, sequined Indian-ish handbag

A coupla Christmas cards

And I think that's all. >.> This is sad. Oh well. I have Chinese New Year to take back what's mine. MONEY!!!!! >=D

Manchester United won against Middlesbrough (I think I spelt that wrongly)!!! Yay! 1-0. Horrible game of football and the referees were rubbish. But who cares, they won! They won! They're at the top of the table now!! Yay!

Fweh. Homework time.

Sonata for Silent Keys

The soft tap, tap, tap pierced the cold, silent air.

She breathed in heavily, her fingers hovering over the black and white keys in anticipation. Clearing her mind, she tried to play again. A new clean slate to begin with. She began her song.

Her fingers went away rapidly, tap tap tapping as fast as she could, as fast as they would let her. Period. She finished her first sentence and sent it out, to a hopefully eager audience.

The uncertain silence of waiting. Her hands hovered, tempted to leave.

Then, a steady sounding tune replied.

Elated, relieved, happy. The girl began pounding away.




Just a short piece. Had a sudden inspiration while I was tapping on my keyboard. Then I realized they sort of resembled the keyboard of a piano. Go figure.


You are a suicidal/self-mutilating rock! Sucks to
be you...


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... This is crazy. Well, maybe not. I don't physically mutilate myself, but mentally... That's another story.