Welcome to emo world. :D

Nah, not really.. I just don't want to blog while walking.
Will get back once I'm home.
Meanwhile: happy new year.
Yeah.

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So... the day(or night) started out with me going out with my family, to someplace called CHIJMES. The food was great, and in the meantime:
"$65++ per person" on the menu
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so expensive.. with my eldest sister's longtime boyfriend included, that came out to more than $400 total.. so expensive.. so indulgent. Sigh.
There was a funky band going around while we were eating. The music was really catchy, and although completely different, reminded me of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFPvKGL69kE
<Sway> by Pussycat dolls. >_> idk why, though.
then my eldest sis ordered a bottle of wine.  I flushed really badly after one glass and proceeded to drink a few more quarter-glasses. (haha). Actually, since i'm 16 i think im underage (but don't tell the watress that >.<  :D)
Then after walking around , we fnally found a rather good spot. Actually the best ones are in the offices in the CBD (central business district) but obviously we couldn't go there -_-.. so we settled for a fountain in front of a hotel. The fireworks were really stunning and lasted about 10 minutes.. Can't describe it, but i was so stunned i forgot to take my phone out to video the whole gig. And there was a killjoy car which honked continuously for two seperate periods. WTF.
So... back home now.
There were times i brooded during the celebrations. Just like Rupunzel (the movie).. I found that immensely heart- wrenching too.
What lies after the magic wears off...
When you become sober once more...
is despair.
And the efforts to wriggle desperately like a fish, trying to escape the inevitable reality all come to naught.
I just hope that i DO manage to get (without reduction) an L1R5 of below 8.... =_=
and my higher chinese passes so i get my minus two points...
will explain how that crap works in a later post.
Now, it's time to drown in my sorrows once more.
Back to IMO.
And manga.

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BTW, regardless of whether i go to a JC or poly(D:) , my new year's resolution is to work harder than before.
I hope i stick to it.

A Brief Introduction to the Unlikely Romance Story between a Boy and a Witch

I got this story from a dream, and upon lying upon my mattress (yes I sleep on a mattress) the following night, it grew and grew.. into that which I now present to you.

There will probably be more stories to come.

Credits:

IMO: TWOM friend for the name Gwyneth.

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a witch. And not just any witch. This particular witch had lived a long time (800 odd years, by her own reckoning) and lived in a fortress that was even older. And the age of Wizards and Witches had long past since over a century ago… Mankind no longer knew what magic was. And now, in the towns and small cities that were populated with humans galore, there circulated rumors. Rumors of a single Witch who was still in existence. Still alive. The only one left of her kind, and wielding enormous power, enough to annihilate an entire country if she tried. And so people knew of her, but shunned her.

 Her name was Gwyneth.

At the current point in time, this said Witch was enjoying a leisurely day, the same as always, in her large, yet cozy castle. Her day consisted of drinking tea, pruning the flowers in the garden by hand, or magic if she was lazy, and observing the few people in the town nearest to the forest that housed her abode go about their daily activities.

Due to a coincidence in time, a bumbling couple in said town had just lost track of their six year old son. This young boy, while his parents were frantically searching for him back in town, had wandered into the forest… Into the web of magic that Gwyneth spun as a security measure.

The fog of miasma swirled around the boy as he walked, pranced, and danced into the heart of the forest, and then closed back, solid as a wall.

Gwyneth was napping in her favorite couch by the window (it was in the afternoon already) when her alarm sounded. She awoke with a start. ‘Wasn’t that tone used to warn me of burglars and whatnot?’ She wondered. ‘Oh well. It’s been so long since a stranger crossed the threshold of my doorstep. I might as well give him-or her- a nasty surprise!’  Gwyneth smiled (albeit evilly) as she snapped her fingers once, and the fireflies illuminating the inside of the castle retired to their cubbyholes and the curtains drew themselves.

All was dark when little Shanks opened the giant oak door (or so it seemed to a young child) that was the entrance to the Witch’s castle. Of course, he didn’t know what the place was home to, and being full of curiosity as most young boys that age are prone to be—stepped right in after the door swung open, apparently light as a feather despite its size and material. Not forgetting that he made a face at the lion-shaped doorknob (he thought it was ugly) and tried (and failed spectacularly) to knock using the brass ring below the lion face (it was too high).

Both parties were pleasantly surprised when they found each other (Gwyneth was creeping down the stairs, still in her nightie, and Shanks looking at the weirdly dressed man in the ornate photo frame on the wall). Gwyneth had tried molding her face into an approximate grimace when Shanks suddenly turned and looked up.

Gwyneth gave a little scream that was most unbecoming of a Witch. (The man in the portrait tut- tutted for a bit before resuming his act as a still picture) Shanks shouted, and tumbled onto the floor a few steps below. It hurt his little bottom somewhat even though the carpeting was heavy, and he moaned a little. He ceased the mock cries of pain when Gwyneth hurried down and rubbed the sore area for him (she was ashamed to play a prank on such a small boy). Then he turned, and saw a rather attractive twenty- plus lady (Gwyneth had vanity issues) frowning at something in the background. As he turned around, a scraping sound was heard on the marble floor before a suit of armor appeared innocuously in his field of vision. He turned back, and remembering his manners ( ‘Don’t ever be rude to a lady!’ His mother always said), doffed an imaginary cap, and introduced himself.

In the end, what transpired was that Gwyneth showed him around the place (the library full of arcane and general knowledge, the spice and herb garden, the staircases, the walls which were at places stripped to the bare grey brick as an artistic touch, the window from which he fell from accidentally, and which Gwyneth had to conjure up a bed of roses from the thorns below), and before they knew it it was dusk. Being a most responsible Witch, Gwyneth decided to show him to a place that she used to teleport to the town.

Shanks stared wide-eyed in wonderment at what was before in. It was every boy’s delight: a tunnel. It was right at the attic (somehow, although this was rather inconvenient, and was why Gwyneth didn’t use it much) and was a nifty contraption activated by magic. At a few choice words from the witch, the wooden grille lifted, and the tunnel opened its maw just wide enough for Shanks to fit into. Beyond was nothing… nothing but blackness. Shanks was positively trembling in excitement (and beginning to miss his parents) and quickly crawled in.

And as so happens with most boys his age, he forgot all about civility as soon as he remembered it.

Which was why his parting words were: ‘Bye-bye, aunty!’

Which Gwyneth, like most women, found offensive.

All of a sudden there were various scuttling and scraping noises as things that were best unmentioned began crawling out from nowhere, ready to attack the unwitting boy. Gwyneth stared daggers at them, and they quietly retreated the way they had come from.

The tunnel was a portal to a dirt hole just outside town, and when Shank’s parents saw him emerge out dirty and all, they ran across and hugged him tightly, staying like that for several minutes without saying anything.

That night, Shank’s mother told him the story of Gwyneth, the Witch. She was supposedly an old hag, evil and demented, living all along in the forest that was close to the town (uncomfortably so). And the citadel she lived in was tall, and ghastly, with ominous storm clouds always hovering in the horizon, and thunder claps and lighting flashes were immi-

‘But mom, I saw that witch today! Shes really cool and pretty!’

‘Don’t talk nonsense, silly. Now back to bed.’ Shank’s mother laughed it off before tucking her son in, blowing out the candle and closing the door silently behind her.

Shanks lay awake for some time, pondering the day’s strange events (‘She did look rather lonely, though’ he thought) before sleep overwhelmed him.

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 Over the course of the next few years, Shanks grew into a strapping, handsome young man, always besieged by maids from the grocer’s, the landlord’s daughter, …

But he always returned to Gwyneth’s home, reading up on things around him and in the past, chatting idly with Gwyneth. (He borrowed a book once that Gwyneth was reluctant to lend; a tome full of black magic that could not fall into the wrong hands… But lost it, and got scolded by Gwyneth severely before she realized that it was futile to do so)

The flame of adventure and mercantile burned brighter within Shanks with each passing day, until he could stand it no longer and gathered a motley band of like- minded raggedy young men to foray and explore the world. He promised to come back to Gwyneth as soon as he made his fortune…

But one year passed.

Two years passed…

And Gwyneth had had enough of pining for him. Since when had her affection for him started? As the boy grew into a man, and each visit brought more mature views, a sharpened mind to fight back against and squabble with her… she didn’t know quite when, but she liked him.

The cold cage of ice that had frozen her heart had been melted and warmed by his passion… and she was not about to let it freeze over once more.

She would venture out into the world once more, against the better judgment of her logical side and her magical friends at home…

But then again, love was blind.

Gwyneth fastened the last piece of equipment in place on her rucksack, and locked up the castle, clad in her heavy-duty sheepskin boots.

The unlikely heroine set of on her journey without once looking back.

Behind her, the thorns and creepers once more surrounded the castle, and the sky grew heavy with rain and lightning flashes.

Foreboding what was about to come.

look what they did to the answer sheet.
You're supposed to fill in the answers as options on the sheet..
sigh.
asiaone.com/edu department.
Lots of funny crap.

and btw...
merry Christmas and a happy new year to everyone.
=.=.

Intro

So. I'm a sad, depressed teen (male) from a certain dot on the map called Singapore, which is below China and Malaysia on the world map. I'm 16 and just finished the local national exam called GCE O'levels.. and since I'm bored.. this blog comes into play. Yay. There is a certain game on a certain phone which starts with an I, manufactured by Apple's various affiliates called IMO: The World of Magic(TWOM) that I play very often due to sheer boredom.
 <In-game name/IGN: cookie. Yeah, cookie. Don't ask me why.>
Its currently on a Christmas update after a few months of the management not doing anything.. but the friends you make on an MMO seem to lure you back each time. Oh, well.
Probably will quit after seeing my horrendous results come mid- January.
And unlike most kids/adults/people around the world I dont have Facebook.
*cue shock*
If I ever create one, I'll probably be on it every single waking hour of my life, so it's better not to. I get too addicted to anything. (schoolwork included :/)

Teachers

Lalala. First post.. =.=
Dedicated to my teachers.
Primary school:
- Mr Jimmy Tan, the principal from ?-'03.
-Mrs Sum, the principal from '03-'10. Now there's a new principal.. I don't go back anymore so i dont know who that is.
-Mrs Ng for being a really sweet teacher. You don't find many teachers who bother giving snacks to those they taught 2 years ago.
-Zhuo Laoshi for being a great chinese teacher. Sorry I let you down, but I've deproved, i guess. And my oral still sucks. Aanndd the "老子" thing was referring to the Chinese philosopher, not "我" in a rude way. sorry >_<
-Ms Yeo, who lives in Ser****** Ga***** and brought me a continued interest in science. (English+ Science teacher from pri5-6)

Secondary school:
Sec1-2
- The weird Jap dude who looked really cool then(and now) in black and white, and taught brilliant Math as a trainee.
-Ms Yong( now Mrs.. something.) for being my sec 1-2 HCL teacher.
- =.= I can't remember...
Sec3-4
-Mrs Ng(formerly Ms A***** T** before her marriage) for being a not-so-good English teacher.
-Mr Ben. C***(weird dude) and Mr W.H.T(gay dude/ gay 的) for being great teachers and friends in the first ever SJChO. Thanks to the committee for me being a test subject/ guinea pig. (got bronze anw... :/)
- Mdm Taz**** (lol taz >w<) for being a funny, cheerful teacher in the English Argumentative Workshop which spanned 3 sessions over 3 weeks.. and the oral workshop. She keeps calling people 'my dear' and etc.. >_>|    =D
- Mr Zur**** for being a great teacher for A/E math.
- Mr Anwar Ik**** for always bashing my friend, and not me. :3 Thanks for being a great humanities teacher and I'm sorry if I let you down for the O's.
- Mr KCK for being a typical physics teacher. Not to blame you though, because the school has no great physics teaachers. Thankfully Physics picked up nearing the Olvls.
- Ms Ho for being a great bio teacher. You were humorous and put up with the class and our rowdy behavior. :3
- Mr M. for being my sec 3 bio teacher. At first after graduating from Mr Gabriel I found you worlds apart, but I realise you're actually not that bad. 加油!
- Ms Virgil C. for being my Sec4 HCL teacher. Likewise, I hope I don't disappoint both you and me and get my frigging pass.
- Mr Wang J. for being my Sec 3 HCL teacher. I think our class let the HCL teachers down. Sorry. :/
- And finally Mdm Lyana for being my most favourite teacher foreva(chem: sec 3-4). (sorry for not adding in at first >.<||) Bestest chem teacher who can put down a person very quickly, make witty retorts, and control the class, AND manage to teach well. XDDD


--- and many more, because teachers are all around us, and because i'm too lazy to list them, or to remember.